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“That’s my girl.” I feel her pulsing around my cock, and it practically milks the cum out of me.

Trailing my lips down her face to her mouth, I carry her back to bed, both of us still panting. This time, I don’t have a hard time sleeping.

CHAPTER 24

ALEXANDER

The music is blaring so loud I can’t hear her voice when she talks to me, but she’s trying to tell me something, a smile plastered on her face from ear to ear. She has on so much makeup that I almost don’t recognize her. The strobe light overhead flashes, and with every glow, I see the face of a different girl I’ve screwed in this club. For a moment, it even changes to her mother, then her sister, before it’s her again, writhing up against my body, looking so happy it chills me to the bone.

Suddenly, we’re in the bathroom, and I’m banging her against the stall. Her face is pressed against the filthy white tile wall as I pound into her from behind. Someone is calling my name, but I just want to come before I leave. When I pull her face up to kiss her, she turns away, keeping her lips from me so that all I can make out are the streaks of filth from the wall and her eyeliner across her cheeks. I know that if she would just look at me or let me kiss her, I would come, and I’m starting to get frustrated.

No matter how fast or hard I pump, nothing happens.

Just when I feel the climax within reach, my eyes fly open.

Oh, thank fuck.

It was just a dream. The guilt lingers, though.

Sunny’s naked body is still molded to mine, silent and sleeping.

I hear a familiar voice calling again from somewhere outside the bedroom. When I hear the front door open and close, I bolt upright.

“Alexander,” the call comes again.

Jesus, why can’t she just knock?

Sunny stirs but doesn’t wake. I climb out of bed, hiding my throbbing erection as I grab my clothes and throw them on. The voice starts to fade, and I know she’s going out to the patio and pool house.

Finally, my erection subsides, and I run out behind her, finding my sister standing in the middle of the room, staring not at the artwork on the wall but the underwear discarded on the floor and the open condom wrapper sitting next to it.

Fuck.

She turns to see me, the look of disappointment obvious on her face.

“Is she still here?” she asks, walking past me in a rush.

“That’s none of your fucking business, Charlotte,” I bark at her, following her into the house.

“Oh my god,” she gasps as we both turn the corner to find Sunny walking down the stairs in only her underwear. I run toward her, covering her body with mine as she stares at the woman standing in my living room. Her jaw opens as she glares at me.

Quickly, I usher Sunny up the stairs toward the bedroom and shut the door behind us.

“Don’t panic,” I mutter, grabbing her something to wear from the folded laundry on the dresser. “She’s my sister.” The relief on her face is obvious.

“What is she doing here?” she asks, taking the clothes but not moving to put them on.

“She likes to control my life and walking into my house is just one of her ways of acting like my mother. It’s complicated,” I say, kissing her on the forehead.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, covering her face with her hands. “She saw me naked.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Pulling her into a hug, I crush her mouth with mine, feeling her body soften. I’m tempted to push her against this counter and fill her up again. The poor girl has to be sore and needs a break.

“I should go shower,” she mumbles into my neck.

“Enjoy your shower. I’ll have coffee and properly introduce you when you’re done.”

“Okay,” she answers, biting her lip.