Page 78 of Unleashed

I knew he was gonna take it there, but I still can’t believe he did it.

That’s a lie. Yes I can. The guy sat outside my house and mounted cameras all over so he could make sure I was safe. He just moved all my shit here without really giving me any say so. Of course I can believe he would use my sister against me to get what he wants.

“Can I talk to you privately?” I don’t wait for an answer, just march over, grab him by the front of his shirt, and drag him down the hall, right past where his mother stands, grinning at us for some strange reason.

That must be where her son gets his weirdness from.

“Take your time,” Deidre calls after us. “Zara and I are going to have a lovely time together while you two are busy,” she adds, sounding not put out at all over being left with my little sister.

I continue hauling Trevor away, not really sure where I’m headed, until we finally end up in the farthest corner of the first floor, locked in a bathroom.

Fucking great. I remember what happened the last time we were alone in a bathroom. That can’t be what happens this time. We need to talk. We need to clear a few things up. We need⁠—

I leap, wrapping both arms around his neck as I seal my lips to his. The kiss is a little unhinged. A little wild. A little aggressive.

Maybe a lot aggressive.

But I just feel so fucking… Much. Ways I never have before. And it’s overwhelming, impossible to control or corral. It just all sort of explodes out, manifesting in the hottest kiss of my life.

When I pull back, I’m breathing heavy, chest heaving as I plant both hands against his chest and give him a shove. “What the fuck, Trevor?”

I’m angry. I’m confused. I’m frustrated and annoyed and…

“I want to suck your dick.” I grab the waistband of his pants. “Right now.”

Trevor angles a brow, making no move to help me get what I want. “You’re not going to bite me, are you?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” I manage to get the buckle of his belt undone. “Why the fuck did you buy that petting zoo?”

I hold my breath, hoping to God he tells me because it’s a great investment. Maybe a way to hide some of his millions of dollars to save a little on his taxes. Anything besides a reason that will change everything.

“You know why I bought the petting zoo, Maren.” Trevor’s voice is low. Almost soft. “She should be able to go everywhere everyone else can.”

“Of course she should, but that’s not the way the world works.” I fight his button free. “Making her think everyone will always accommodate her is just setting her up for failure and disappointment.”

It’s a delicate balance, trying to fight for my sister’s rights while also helping her understand that fight will never stop. It’s probably been the hardest part of being her parent. I don’t ever want to dull her sparkle, but I also don’t want her to go out into the world unprepared for the realities she’s going to face.

“I’m not making her think everyone will always accommodate her.” Trevor reaches out, pinching my chin between his thumb and finger as he forces my eyes to his. “I’m making sure she knows I always will.”

My throat tries to go tight, gripped by a fist of emotion that’s almost suffocating. I’ve dealt with a lot of conflicting feelings in my life, and discovered the best way to get through them is by channeling them into the one that comes the easiest—anger.

But I can’t even make myself be angry with Trevor right now. So I have to settle for aggravation.

“Oh my God. I already said I was gonna suck your dick, you can stop being all fucking knight-in-shining-armor-y.” I get the front of his pants open and shove them down just enough to free his cock. “And you better be quiet. Because if your mom knocks on the door, I probably will bite you.”

It likely wouldn’t be on purpose, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Noted.” Trevor’s eyes follow my descent as I lower to the floor. “I’m willing to take the risk.”

“I don’t care.” I recognize the divide between my words and actions right now. How strange it probably is to threaten to bite him while also practically begging to suck him off, but that’s a conundrum for future me to reckon with.

Future me is going to hate my fucking guts.

Like usual for us, speed and stealth is the name of the game, so I waste no time, gripping him tight as I feed as much of his cock between my lips as I can manage. The satiny soft glide of his skin against my tongue is way more arousing than I anticipated, and has me pressing my thighs together as I pull back, gaze lifting to his face so I can gauge his reaction.

Trevor’s nostrils are flared, his jaw clenched as he watches me with rapt attention, unblinking as I take him down again.

“Shit.” The word isn’t much more than a whisper, but the gravelly tone of it shoots straight to my clit like lightning.