Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Fuck you, Colt!” Shouldering past me, she opens the glass door to exit, but I grab the back of her neck, digging my fingers into her wet skin, and yank her back to me. Spinning us around, I shove her face-first into the tiled wall. She cries out, and my free hand comes around to slap over her mouth. “Shh, princess. Your boyfriend is in your bed. Don’t want him to catch me fucking you.”
She tries to fight me, pushing on the wall and trying to shake her mouth free of my hand, but all it does is make her wet hair slap my chest and face while the curve of her ass rubs against my hard dick.
I look down at my cock to see the water has washed all the soap off and grip the base of it. Stepping into her, I hold her against the wall with my hips and lower my head to her ear. “Now, you’re going to take my cock like a good little slut. And you’re going to be quiet, do you understand?”
She nods, breathing heavily through her nose.
“Good girl.” I nibble on her ear. “Spread your legs for me.”
She adjusts herself, doing as I say, and I take a step back from her so she can push her ass out a little. I’m too tall to be doing this shit in here, but she’s got a man in her bed, and I’ve got a woman in mine. Neither is going to stop me, so this’ll have to do.
I bend my knees and guide my cock into her pussy, groaning in the process as I stretch her open to accommodate my size. She lets out a whimper, and I reach my free hand up and grip her wet hair, pulling her head back and to the side, giving me access to her mouth. I slam my lips to hers, desperate for her familiar taste when my hips start to move.
She reaches her hands up and behind her head, her fingers gripping my wet hair while I devour her. Water filling our mouths, teeth hitting, and tongues fighting to take control.
“Play with yourself,” I order, pulling away breathlessly.
Her hands drop from my hair, and I feel her fingers playing with her clit while I slam my cock into her. There’s just something about her cunt that makes me weak in the knees. Maybe that’s why I hate her so much-because I just can’t get enough.
I close my lips over hers again, and her pussy clamps down on me, forcing a moan into her mouth. But she quickly pulls away, panting.
Needing a better position, I decide to switch things up. Pulling out, I yank her over to the far wall where there’s a bench. I grip the back of her neck and bend her over. Her hands slap the wet bench while I gather all of her hair into one of my hands, then the free one slaps her ass.
She yelps.
“It’s like you want him to hear us, princess. Is that it?” She shakes her head the best she can with my hand in her hair. “Want him to hear what a slut sounds like when she begs for cock?”
“No.”
“You want him to walk in here and see me fucking you? Want me to show him how you like it?” I’d rather him not interrupt me right now, but I want to remind her of the possibility.
She’s gasping for breath. “We shouldn’t-“
“We already are.” I slam my cock into her, making her cry out. With my hand in her hair, I yank her head back at an odd angle and lean over her back, growling into her ear. “I want my cum dripping out of that sweet cunt, princess. That way, when you wake up in the morning with Nate’s head between your legs, you know he’s tasting me.”
Whimpering, she pushes her hips back into me, needing more. “Colt,” she gasps my name.
“I want my cum mixed with yours all over his face.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous of him. But I’ll never admit that to her. He’ll be gone soon enough. Once he sees that video, he won’t stick around. No. He’ll judge her like all the rest. She’s my slut, my fucking bitch to use, and if I have to carve my name into her skin to prove that to any man who wants her, I will.
The sound of our bodies slapping fills the large shower, and I reach around to play with her swollen clit.
Her moans grow louder, and I don’t even bother shutting her up this time. I love to hear her come, and whoever walks in will just get their very own show.
“That’s it, princess.” I bite into her shoulder before sucking the warm water off her skin. She slaps her hands on the wall in front of her to push against me. She’s getting close.
I release her clit and stand to my full six-foot-two height. I spit down onto her ass and stick my thumb inside of it, knowing what she likes. What I’ve trained her to need.
Her pussy clamps down around me almost immediately, and she cries out, coming just like I wanted. I look down, watching my cum-covered cock slam in and out of her, and it has me right behind her.
Taking in a deep breath, I pull out of her and help her stand. Turning her around, I move the wet hair from her face and look into her heavy eyes, softly cupping her cheek. I lean down and kiss her, taking what little breath she has away.
My heart is pounding, my pulse racing, and I have the urge to force her under the water and watch her gasp for breath while it covers her pretty face.
I hate this woman so goddamn much. At least I thought I did. Now, I’m not so sure what I feel. I went public with us and what we do. She’ll no longer be seen as my stepsister. Now everyone who watches the tape knows we fuck and that she belongs to me.
She pulls away from the kiss and opens her eyes to look up at me. I run my knuckles down the side of her cheek, and I see the regret written all over her face from what we just did. We haven’t slept together since the night I recorded us six weeks ago. She’s kept her distance from the guys and me. I’ve been too busy to chase her down, but things with her and Nate have gone on long enough. It was time to step in. It’s the longest relationship I’ve allowed her to have.
She pulls away from me, and I let her get out of the shower. Running my hands over the glass, I clear the fog, and I watch as she runs out of her bathroom with the towel wrapped around her, not even bothering to dry off with it.
Leaning up against the wall, I close my eyes because of the sprayer and run my hands through my dark hair, shoving it off my forehead. Now I’m more determined than ever to make sure her boyfriend sees that tape of us together. It’s going to happen one way or another. “I’m not even sorry, princess,” I whisper, pushing away from the wall and turning off the water.
Stepping out of the shower, I see her lipstick on the counter and pick it up, chuckling. “You just thought you hated me.”
CHAPTER THREE
RAYLEE
I WAKE UP and stretch out my sore body, and I freeze when I hear movement behind me. Fuck, I forgot that Nate came over. I can feel how wet my underwear is from what Colt and I did in the shower just a few hours ago.
Deciding I can’t fake being asleep forever, I slowly roll over to see Nate standing up and pulling his shirt on, buttoning it up before running his hands through his dark shaggy hair.
“Morning,” I say softly, gauging his mood after what he saw last night.
Placing his hands on the bed, he leans over and kisses me on the forehead. “Good morning. Sorry but I have to run.”
I let out the breath I was holding. “You’re fine.” Thank God.
“I’ve got to find my phone.” He frowns, yanking his slacks on and then patting down his pockets like he did last night as if it’s going to magically appear.
Not if I have anything to do with it.
I crawl out of bed and throw on an oversized T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Then I enter my bathroom through the adjoining door. Walking in, I gasp at what I see written across the full length of my mirror in red lipstick.
How’d I taste?
My pulse starts to race. “That fucker!”
“Is your car unlocked?” I hear Nate call out.
I grab the makeup remover, unscrewing the lid so quickly it falls to the floor, and I pour the bottle on the mirror and then run my hands through it, thinking that’ll make it disappear. “No.” I lie, my voice cracking on the single word. Of course, it’s unlocked. I even left my trunk open last night.
“Where are your keys?”
I turn on the faucet and cup the water, splashing the mirror with freezing cold water. It doesn’t do any good. Goddammit!
“It’ll turn up.” I avoid his previous question, grabbing a towel and just smearing the shit worse than it already was. When that doesn’t work, I just leave it. Exiting the bathroom, I pull the door shut and meet him back in my room, trying to catch my breath while wiping my hands off on the inside of my T-shirt, hoping he doesn’t see the red lipstick on them.
“You okay?” He frowns, his brown eyes looking me over.
“Of course.” I give him a bright smile. “Let’s go downstairs and grab some breakfast.” I slide my arm through his, hoping he can’t feel my body shaking.
I’m going to kill him! I knew Colt was up to something last night. Even he can’t be that relaxed after what I did to his car. He had a plan, and I fell right into it.
“I can’t stay. I’ve got to get back home,” Nate reminds me.
Even better.