Page 82 of The Wrong Brother

But it’s worse than that.

“Yours?” she half-growls, and the sound is so unexpected it sends a shock of desire right to my cock. A dark throb, a want so deep it feels like fate. She’s inevitable.

We’reinevitable.

Fuck. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

My jaw clenches, responses racing through my mind, but before I can come up with anything, Emma shoves my chest. Hard.

I fall back onto the couch, the trousers I wore out this morning pulling tight across my thighs. Looking up at Emma, she’s like a goddess.

A very angry, sexy goddess.

“I want to make one thing clear,” she bites out, striding once. Twice. Standing between my splayed legs. “I amnotsomething you own.”

A frisson of competitiveness goes through me. Before I can stop the smirk uncoiling across my face, she sees it and scoffs.

In seconds she’s straddling me. Her hands fist hard in my shirt as her mouth crashes onto mine; possessive. Almost painful, with her teeth pressing into my lip.

“Blyat.” I hiss, already rocking my hips up toward the heat between her legs. Her teeth scrape against mine before she pulls away again and stands. Both of us are breathing deeply.

“Where—” I start, but she reaches out and clamps a hand over my mouth.

“Shut up.”

It’s tempting to sink my teeth into the soft skin of her palm. Instead, I can only stare as she fumbles with her free hand at the button and zip of her pants, shoving the dark satin down over her thighs until she can step out of it.

Underneath is just a black, lacy thong. She’s already so wet that her pussy practically gleams, the gusset clinging to her core.

“Fuck,” I repeat, this time in English. The words are muffled against Emma’s hand. Apparently convinced I can be trusted toshut up,she pulls her hand away and kneels between my legs,making quick work of the belt and pulling my trousers down my thighs.

It’s uncomfortable; there’s not much range of motion, but she’s moving too quickly for me to say anything, my chest swelling with the unfamiliar sensation of being the oneout of control.

Emma raises herself up, climbs onto my lap, and braces one foot against the ground. The other knee is buried in the couch next to my thigh. She lines herself up with my cock, warm hand tight around the shaft, and plunges down onto me.

Everything goes black.

Blood rushes in my ears.

Without realizing it, I grip her hips so tightly that I’ll probably leave bruises in that plush skin.

When my vision swims back, her mouth is over mine again. Claiming. Demanding. Tongue pushing between my teeth, sweeping over the roof of my mouth and the seam of my lips. It’s messy and hot, sloppy, her soaked pussy squeezing the head of my cock as she rides me shallowly.

I try to use my hold on her hips to force her down. Bury myself in her. But Emma moans a warning, yanks my hand with one hand until I curse and obey, letting her take control.

The breath comes out of my pants. My thighs are shaking with the effort not to fuck up into her as she slows her pace, but drops down further, pussy making obscene noises as she gets wetter and wetter.

“I’m not yours,” she gasps shakily, dropping down completely, making my vision bleed black again.

All I can do is nod. Her knees are clamped around my hips now. I squeeze her ass, then bury my face in her tits, perfectly framed by the v-neck blouse that falls away in satin almost as soft as her skin. Her tits are warm, gorgeous, full, suffocating me until all I can see and hear and smell and taste isEmma, Emma, Emma.

“Fuck, Rus,” she stutters.

It’s in that moment I realize I’ve been saying her name out loud. Like a mantra. But the sensation of her is so overwhelming that I don’t care. I want to die like this. Buried deep inside her, balls tightening, struggling to breathe as she clutches me to her chest and rides me like it’s our last night on earth.

She grinds down once, twice, clit dragging against my clenched abdomen, and then she’s coming. “Fuck, Rus?—”

Her pussy pulses around my cock. It’s too much; the heat and the pressure, the feel of herowningme with her fingers in my hair and her tits shoved in my face. I follow quickly, spilling rope after rope of cum into her, hips finally jerking up to pound away at her haphazard rhythm.