Page 35 of Splintered Desire

I’ve fucked every girl who’s even looked at me, which isn’t crazy for me. Bitches love Jace, and Jace loves bitches…

But the fact that none of them have been enough is a fucking problem.

My balls are going to fucking explode if I don’t come soon.

Fuck it.

I’m not allowed to rough her up, but nobody actually said I can’t fuck her, and if they did, well, I sure didn’t hear ‘em.

I’d never cared for the idea of a sister, sounded like a lot of fucking work if you ask me. But Zela is perfect, and now she’s ours whether she likes it or not.

It’s time she understood that.

I leave the gym and head up to her room, already feeling lighter. This is exactly what I need, and when I try her door and find it locked, well, that just makes this even more fun. Nobody wants a bitch who’s too easy.

I love when they put up a little fight, gets the blood pumping.

It only takes a minute and my handy lock picks that I never go anywhere without.

They’ve gotten me out of more than one sticky situation and into even more than I can count, like this one.

The lock clicks free, but the door only moves an inch before catching again.

Smart girl.

I can see just enough through the gap to see the flip lock that she must have installed herself, and my cheeks ache right along with my cock.

She’s so full of surprises. I’d originally been annoyed to have her as a sister; she seemed timid and boring, but I’m starting to see the appeal.

Too bad she was set up for failure; this is our house, not hers. I know these halls; I’ve picked these locks and scaled in and out of every window.

I could get into her room with my eyes closed, but there are funner ways.

Isn’t it supposed to be romantic when a guy comes through your window? I stand in the grass looking up at her window and decide to do just that.

It takes a few minutes, and I almost ruin the fun when I get excited about her unlocked window and nearly wake her.

Note to self: she’s a light sleeper.

That’s fine though; Isaac and Kol are too, and I’ve been successfully getting past them for years now.

I step down from her window ledge and bask in the moment.

The moon shines in behind me, bathing her in the light. She really is stunning, small and meek but delicious all the same.

I can’t wait to taste her. I should have brought some straps; I could have tied her to the bed and taken my time.

Next time.

For now, I can simply get what I need; we have nothing but time now that she’s ours.

I move on silent feet, slipping around the room, avoiding any floorboards that might give me away until I stand on the opposite side, the window a backdrop to her.

My cock is so damn hard as I pull it free, already leaking just from the sight of her, the game of chase that’s sadly now over.

I can already feel the dopamine flooding me at the first stroke, and I know I won’t last long, not after walking around with blue balls for days. Not after I was so close to having Vixen, only for my brothers to ruin it.

The thought is sobering, and suddenly standing here isn’t enough. It hadn’t been the plan to begin with; I’d just gotten caught up in the sight of her.