Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
“Saffa.” His voice was low, deep, and that one murmured word had tingles spearing right through my nipples.
“Frankie,” I said, his name coming out in the same sultry tone he’d said mine.
He was close now, too close for it to be innocent, if anyone were to know the thoughts running through my head. And when he reached past me to grab a chocolate square from the tray behind me, I didn't miss how his arm brushed the bare skin of my own.
Deliberately.
There was something in his eyes as he watched me while he sucked on that little square of chocolate. He reached past me again, his fingers trailing along my bare back, which was exposed thanks to this dress I wore just for him—even though I tried to deny that fact while I was putting it on earlier. I shivered, and I knew he had caught the involuntary reaction to his touch. The way his pupils dilated told me as much.
God… I think he wants me too.
He held up a little dab of chocolate to me, and I went to take it from him between my thumb and forefinger. He tsked and shook his head, and I felt my eyes widened as he brought it right to my lips.
He wanted to fucking feed me? In front of our family?
“Frankie?” My voice was a whisper, but because his focus was trained on my mouth, I parted my lips so he could slip the chocolate between them.
The way he stared at me told me a hell of a lot without him saying anything at all. It burned with the forbidden and was undeniable. My chest tightened as his fingers trailed along my bottom lip before he brought his beer to his mouth again and took a long drink.
“Don’t swallow,” he said once the chocolate was fully melted and covering my tongue.
I snapped my head to left to then peer around the room, expecting our parents to be watching us as we acted this way, like our family would immediately know how wrong this interaction was.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured. His voice had me looking back at him, but right away, I glanced around again, making sure no one was watching. But the crowd inside this room felt so far away. It was just us, and the air between us crackled like a livewire. I knew I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn't want my brother—much less this badly—but I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t control it or rein it in at all.
Especially not when he was this close.
“Bet you want to swallow right about now, don’t you?” His voice was low, and he leaned in, so I felt his warm, hoppy-scented breath as it moved along my neck. God, that felt good. “I know it’s uncomfortable holding that in your mouth. That instinct to swallow. It feels almost painful, doesn't it?”
I closed my eyes and felt myself sway, his words and the melted chocolate on my tongue almost too much for my senses to handle.
“Such a good girl, Saffa.”
I tipped my head back and opened my eyes to stare into his blue depths. He was so close to me that we breathed the same air.
“And when I come in your mouth and shoot my big wad down your throat, I’m going to make you hold it like you’re holding that chocolate—right on your tongue, so you’re forced to taste nothing but me for as long as I tell you to.”
I choked then, the chocolate sliding down my throat involuntarily as I tried to grapple with what he just said.
It was just him and me, suspended in this charged, forbidden space. His hand lingered on my back, the warmth of his touch branding me, before he finally stepped back.
He leaned back and smirked. It was slow. Deliberate. Full to the brim with nasty, taboo intent.
And I wanted more of it.
2
SAFFA
The evening had settled in deeper, and it didn’t look like the party was slowing down anytime soon. But we thrived on late nights with family, friends, and good food and wine. The latter was definitely doing the conga through our bloodstream.
But even though people were having a great time, and the noise was deafening, we all heard it when Aunt Rosa held up her fifth glass of wine and shouted, “Saúde!”
Everyone cheered before touching their drinks together and saying in unison, “Tchim-tchim,” as their glasses clinked.
But everything started fading into the background. Because all I could think about was what Frankie had said earlier. The air felt heavier, quieter around me, as I obsessed over the image of taking Frankie’s cock in my mouth and sucking him off.
But he’d wandered off after leaving me standing there with my mouth gaping open in shock after he said the dirtiest things I'd ever heard. And I hadn’t seen him since.