“It’s not that big of a deal,” I say, and kiss the base of his throat.
Jaxon fists my hair and jerks my head back. His lips crash against mine, and he swallows my startled yelp. I freeze for a moment, panicking over being caught, but his fingers tighten in my locks in warning when I try pulling away. He shoves his tongue past my parted lips and tangles it withmine. After a moment, I melt into him and return the kiss with fervor.
Kissing him is similar to a battle for dominance. Sometimes he gives me a taste of what it’s like to overpower him, but at the end of the day, he’s the one in charge.
He doesn’t care about getting caught. My mom can walk in the room at any second and see us in this position. I imagine all the things she’d say, and each imagined dialogue ends with me losing my thinly veiled control over my anger toward her.
Jaxon’s free hand cups my breast under my shirt, and he pinches my nipple through my thin lace bra. He greedily swallows my every sound and ignores me shoving him. If we don’t end this now, it’ll escalate into something I really don’t want our parents finding out.
“Stop listening to her lies,” he murmurs into the kiss.
“Stop.” I push him again, this time with more force.
Jaxon’s lips curve into a smile against my mouth. He pulls away, far enough to look at me, but still crowds my personal space. “Make me.”
My cheeks burn with a blush. I get the sensation of my stomach dropping as he raises his hips to grind his erection against my ass. My vision becomes hazy with desire, and now all I want is him.
The tiny voice of reason in the back of my mind yells that we aren’t alone. My mother is literally in the next room.
Even with that knowledge, I roll my hips, moving with him like we’re making love. His face slackens, and his full lips part with a quiet moan.
“Someone could walk in,” I whisper.
“So?” He grips my love handles and pushes me down harder on him. I buck back and forth on his erection, taking my time and enjoying the feel of him and how his eyes lose focus.
“We’ll get in trouble.”
Jaxon clenches his jaw. He thrusts harder, making my pussy clench in need. “We’re adults, Dahlia.”
“We’re siblings,” I say breathlessly. “Mom will?—”
Jaxon grabs my hair and jerks my head backward at an uncomfortable angle. He leans forward until his mouth is next to my ear. “She’s dead. What she says and thinks won’t matter for long.”
For a moment, I forget how to breathe. Once upon a time, I would have passed off what he said as a figure of speech, but I’ve learned that Jaxon never lies.
I loop my arms behind his neck, hoping it’ll be enough to rein him in. “Don’t hurt her.”
Our bodies still move together, uncaring that we’re talking about life and death.
Jaxon kisses the sensitive spot right under my ear. He nips, licks, and sucks, drawing out more of my whimpers like a thirsty man who craves a sip of what I can give him.
“I won’t hurt her,” he says, and I sag with relief for a second before he continues. “I’m going to kill her.Andour dad.”
I freeze. “You don’t mean that.”
Jaxon smiles against my throat, enjoying my fear. “I told you long ago.Cry, little sister, and I’ll kill them all for you. Do you not remember?”
“I remember,” I whisper.
Mom’s heels clack on the kitchen floor and get closer. I scramble off Jaxon’s lap, wincing as he grunts when I accidentally knee his dick. He brushes his hand on my bottom and thighs but doesn’t make any other sound. I put space between us and grab my manga paperback to rest on my lap, hoping it’ll look like we weren’t just dry-humping each other while making out.
Annoyed at the interruption, Jaxon spreads his legs wider to hide the hard outline of his erection. He side-eyes me, andthere’s still a gleam of mischief in his gaze and a quirk in his lips.
Mom enters the living room. She’s not on her phone anymore, and her focus goes to Jaxon first. Her annoyed expression softens for a moment, then returns when she looks at me. If she can get any sourer, the owners of Sour Patch Kids will call her.
“We’re having a getaway for a few days.” She keeps her voice flat, which is nothing new. Either she ignores me, snaps at me, or she’s devoid of any emotion.
My fingers curl into my paperback, bending the corners of the thin pages. “When?”
