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  He didn't give me any verbal warning, but I felt him place the engorged head of his massive dick at my opening and I braced myself for him to thrust forward. When nothing happened, I whimpered and squirmed around as much as I could given my awkward positioning.

  He was so close to going in. Even the tiniest movement meant the tip would breach my entrance. But he was simply holding me down and not moving and I was beginning to feel aggravated by the blatant teasing.

  “Brent...” I whimpered. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me. I need you.”

  “I won't be gentle,” he warned, running one of his hands over the stinging flesh of my ass.

  I wanted to say that he wasn’t gentle for my first time so I expected nothing different this time. But instead I just said, “I want it hard. Please, Brent.”

  I screamed when he thrust forward, slamming his entire length into me with one hard push. He didn't give me any time to adjust before he pulled back and started pounding into me relentlessly, hands gripping my hips and pulling me back against him with every thrust.

  Brent groaned as he fucked me and I rolled my head back and forth on the cool metal hood of the car, nearly sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure of him using my body like this. My legs were aching from being spread so wide and I could tell that the heels of my pumps were completely buried into the dirt by this point, but none of that mattered. Neither did the ache in my shoulders as he yanked at the handcuffs. I lifted my head up a fraction, panting and moaning wildly as he continued to drive into me.

  “Smile for the camera, baby,” he panted, laughing breathlessly.

  “OH MY GOD!” I screamed, both from pleasure and mortification as I remembered that some of the police cars had dash cameras. “Is it on?”

  “Of course it's on,” Brent ground out, his hard thrusts not once faltering. “But no one ever fucking monitors it. Not in this town.”

  I felt relief wash over me while simultaneously finding myself even more turned on by the idea of us being on camera. I wondered if Brent would possibly be able to get a tape of this. I bit my lip as I got wetter at the thought of watching him fuck me.

  “Oh, you like that, sweetheart? Like being fucked on camera?” he cockily asked as he felt my body responding to the situation. He released my hips from his tight grip and delivered a hard slap to my ass before growling, “Tell me.”

  “I love it! Oh my god, it's so good. You're so good. So fucking huge,” I rambled, totally incoherent and drunk on my lust.

  He reached forward and ripped the flimsy spaghetti straps of my dress. “Mmm, yeah. Let's show the camera these perfect tits of yours, huh?” he asked before tugging my dress down and revealing my full breasts to the night air. My nipples instantly hardened and I moaned louder when his hands came around to pinch them hard.

  “Where's your little boyfriend tonight, baby? I'm sure he would've enjoyed this show.”

  “I broke up with him,” I gasped out, wishing he would've brought this up after we were finished. I could barely think, let alone reply.

  “You what? Why?” he demanded as he continued to pound into me brutally.

  I was too lost in my desire to come up with a believable lie, so I told the truth instead. “Because I don't want him. I only want you!”

  Brent didn't say anything in return but he let out the sexiest moan I had ever heard before reaching his hand beneath me to play with my clitoris. I mentally replayed the sound over and over in my head, screaming as I felt myself getting closer to the edge of orgasm.

  “Squirt on me again, baby. Fuck… I haven't been able to stop thinking about how good that felt.”

  “Oh my god, Brent... I'm gonna... oh fuck,” I panted, the heat coiling up in my body until I felt like I was ready to explode.

  “Come with me, Zoe.”

  Just knowing that he was straddling the edge as well pushed me further to the cliff and I fell off it the second he pressed down hard on my sensitive bundle of nerves. I came hard, screaming his name as my body rocked back and forth.

  Brent gasped and I felt his entire body shudder as I clenched around his cock. “YES! That’s my good girl. So fucking good. I'm… I'm gonna come.”

  “Do it,” I panted. “Come inside my tight pussy.”

  “Oh, Christ,” he groaned as his hips stilled and his cock began to pulse within me, his seed emptying deep inside my body.

  I hissed from a mixture of pleasure and pain as Brent yanked the cuffs back further and my arms screamed in agony. I grit my teeth together against the pain, focusing solely on the feeling of his hot cum shooting into me.

  As soon as he started to come down from the high of his orgasm, he realized what he had done. I heard him shakily curse under his breath as he fumbled for the keys to the cuffs and seconds later, my arms were free. I let them fall to my sides as I stayed pressed against the hood of the car, too exhausted and too sore to move.

  “Zoe?” Brent whispered worriedly. “Are you alright?”

  “Fine,” I mumbled, turning my sweat covered forehead against the metal. “Just... need a minute.”

  Brent didn't respond but I could hear him redoing his zipper and pulling himself together. I was vaguely aware of him going around to the passenger door and hopping in, the car swaying back and forth a little under his weight as he got in then out again.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I turned off the camera.”

  “Can't you get in trouble for that?”

  “Yeah, but like I said, no one is monitoring it. They don't bother unless something is reported. I'll go back to the station and wipe everything clean just in case someone goes snooping through the backlog.”

  I hummed a sound of agreement so he would know I understood.

  “You must be sore. Come here, I'll help you,” he offered, gently grabbing my hips. “Step out of your heels. One at a time.”

  I did as he told me to, wincing as I brought one of my legs in. The muscles in my thighs were on fire and I was sure that tomorrow it would be even worse. After I was out of both shoes and standing back in a normal position, I pushed my upper body off of the car and stood up, wobbling slightly in my spot.

  “I've got your shoes. Let's get you home.”

  I nodded as he guided me around to the passenger door. Before opening it, he turned me to face him and I couldn't help the dreamy smile that stretched across my lips as I looked up at his face.

  He's so fucking gorgeous.

  I let him pull my ruined dress back up to cover my breasts. I glanced down at the straps and sighed a little, knowing that I would never be able to mend the damage he had done. Not that it really mattered. If I was honest, I really had no desire to ever wear this dress in public. But I was a little sad that I'd never get to wear it for Brent again. Then again, I suppose it gave me a damn good excuse to go shopping for more slutty dresses.

  “Zoe?”

  “Hmm?”

  “You sure you're alright?”

  “Never been better,” I admitted with a whisper as he opened the door for me. I tried to ignore the look on his face as I slid into the car, but I couldn't keep it from becoming embedded in my mind. I closed my eyes and willed the image away, but it just wouldn't go.

  Regret. He regrets this.

  I felt myself tear up at the thought of another week of radio silence. Of him not returning my calls or texts until I came up with another crazy plan to seduce him. Then we'd be right back to this again. This painfully awkward silence that encompassed the car as he turned over the engine and began driving me home.

  When we were half-way to the house and he still hadn't spoken, I couldn't resist my urge to quietly ask, “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No,” he denied immediately with a quick shake of his head. “No, this isn't your fault. You're young, you don't know what you want. I'm the one fucking everything up.”

  I reared back in my seat, feeling very much like he had slapped me in the face.
“I'm eighteen years old. I'm an adult in the eyes of the law, so why are you acting like I'm a child? I can make my own decisions.”

  Brent laughed, but the sound was dry and hollow. “You'll get what I mean in a few years. I mean.. You're still in high school for fuck's sake. Not to mention the fact that we're related.”

  “By marriage!”

  “You're my stepsister.”

  “Emphasis on the STEP,” I ground out, crossing my arms over my chest in anger. “You didn't seem to have a problem with that fact when you took my virginity in front of my boyfriend. Or five minutes ago when you came inside of me. If you don't want to date me, then fine. Man the fuck up and say it.”

  His knuckles were white as he tightly gripped the steering wheel. “Fine. If that's what you need to hear to let this go... I don't want to date you.”

  LIAR! I wanted to scream it in his face, to tell him that after years of knowing him, he couldn't just lie to my face and expect me not to recognize it. But something in my gut told me not to push him. That it would only serve to drive him further away. So I followed my intuition and kept silent.

  I just wished I could have kept the tears from rolling down my face. Lie or not... It still hurt like a bitch to hear him say it.

  When we got to the house, he didn't pull up to the curb like he had done a week ago. Instead, he pulled into the driveway and parked the car. I could sense him turning towards me, probably to attempt to soften the blow of rejection, so I pushed open passenger door and fled.

  I don't need to hear whatever bullshit he’s going to say.

  My lips were pressed together in a thin line as I unlocked my front door and went inside. To my great annoyance, Brent's hand caught the door before I could slam it shut.

  “Go. Away.”

  “I don't think so,” he said as he pushed his way inside the house.

  “Get the fuck out, Brent!” I shouted after he slammed the door shut behind him and twisted the locks.

  He turned to me with a feral snarl and stalked forward, closing in on me. A twinge of fear drifted up my spine and I backed up, my entire body tensing when I felt the wall press against my back. He slammed his arms on either side of my body, trapping me where I stood.

  “Don't tell me what to do, girl,” he said with a dark chuckle. “Do you want me to bend you over my knee?”

  I pushed his chest, growling when his hard body didn't even budge. I changed my tactic and balled up my fists, slamming them against the muscles as hard as I could and trying not to let his close proximity fluster me.

  “Do you think this is a joke?” I choked out, blindly punching him while trying to fight back my tears. “You say you don't want to be involved with me then you say shit like that? I have feelings, you know. It’s not fucking funny to toy with me like this!”

  He pulled his hands away from the wall to grip my wrists, tightening his fingers around them until I couldn't break free. “Look at me, Zoe.”

  “No. Just go.”

  “Look at me,” he growled, squeezing my wrists tighter.

  I tipped my head back to look at him, my tears blurring my vision as I desperately asked, “What do you want from me?”

  He opened his mouth to respond but promptly closed it, furrowing his eyebrows together as the wheels turned in his head. I watched the anger in his expression melt into confusion, then finally switch to acceptance. His gaze was full of longing, mirroring back the expression I was surely giving him. His eyes flicked down to my lips and I held my breath and closed my eyes, silently willing him to kiss me.

  I wasn't disappointed. I felt him hesitantly press his lips to mine, the kiss chaste and almost shy. It was completely different from the heated, self-assured way he kissed me last week and in total contrast to the rough fucking he gave me a few short minutes ago.

  Brent released my wrists and gently cupped my face in his hands while he continued his slow exploration of my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed against him, wishing that this moment would never end.

  But he pulled away and I felt my heart constrict painfully in my chest. I opened my eyes and looked up at the confliction on his face as he backed away from me.

  “So what now?” I asked, unable to stop myself from poking the bear.

  He ran a hand over his face and sighed. “Well, I need to go. I am on duty.”

  I nodded absentmindedly, fighting my irritation as he dodged the real question.

  “I'll text you.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him as he turned away and started to the door. “That's it?”

  He stopped in his tracks but didn't turn back to me. “I need time to think, Zoe. So yes, that's it. I'll text you.” Brent turned back to give me one last glance as he said, “I promise.”

  It was honestly more than I had expected from him so I just nodded and said, “Okay. Good night, Brent.”

  “Night, Zoe.”

  After he left, I locked the door behind him and mimicked my actions from last week, turning around and leaning my back against the door.

  I smiled softly at the thought of the kiss we shared and the fact that he promised to text me. It was far from a declaration of love, but it was certainly a start.

  ~*~*~

  Chapter Seven

  I'm such a fucking mess.

  It had been three days since I saw Brent. Three agonizing days of constantly checking my phone for the text he promised to send. Three days of crushing disappointment that ended with nights of tossing and turning in bed while I wondered what he was doing.

  And who he was doing it with.

  No, no. He said he needed time to think. That doesn't mean he's off screwing other girls.

  But could I really be sure of that? I huffed and tossed my cell phone on my bed, resisting the urge to text him for what felt like the hundredth time today. While I desperately wanted to reach out to him, I knew that doing so would only push him away.

  I was mentally exhausted. Even though it was only seven o’clock, I put on my pajamas and laid down in my bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing that there was something I could do. After a few minutes of mentally going over our last conversation in my head, I allowed my eyes to drift shut.

  When my phone chimed loudly with the sound of an incoming text message, I jolted upright in my bed and rubbed my eyes.

  I must've dozed off.

  I glanced at my alarm clock and realized that I had indeed dozed off and had been asleep for a good two hours. I cursed under my breath, irritated that the first good sleep I had in days had been broken, probably by Danny texting me with yet another plea to take him back.

  I reached for my phone and felt my heart drop into my stomach as Brent’s name popped up on the screen.

  Are you awake?

  I quickly typed back a reply. Yeah

  I hit send and waited, clutching the phone tightly in my shaking hand. I wondered if he would go so low as to reject me in a text message. I didn’t think he was capable of pulling such a dickish move, but then again, Brent had greatly surprised me multiple times in the past two weeks.

  After five minutes of waiting for a response back, I growled in annoyance. Just as I was about to call his phone and bitch at him for being a coward, the sound of the doorbell ringing echoed through the house.

  I practically flew out of my room and down the stairs, hopping them two at a time, until I reached the door. I pulled it open and my breath hitched when I came face to face with him. He was in full uniform and had a shit-eating grin plastered on his lips.

  “Uh… Hi,” I said awkwardly, twisting my hands together when he made no move to come inside. After a long stretch of silence I asked, “What are you doing here?”

  He snapped into action immediately. “I’ll be asking the questions here, miss,” he snapped as he stepped forward and spun me around.

  The door slammed shut and I heard him twist the locks before his attention returned to me. He gently pushed me to the wall as he commanded, “Hands on the wall and spr
ead your legs.”

  I flattened my palms against the wall and spread my legs apart like he demanded. I could feel the heat from his body as he pressed himself against my back and started to frisk me.

  “B-Brent?”

  My voice broke off into a moan as he gripped my hair with one hand and yanked my head back. He softly growled, “You have the right to remain silent,” directly into my ear and I could feel the warning in his tone.

  I snapped my mouth shut and he continued to frisk me, patting my body all over and taking extra time letting his hands linger around my ass. I could feel him crouch down behind me as he patted my thighs up and down, then he abruptly stood up and huffed.

  His voice was low and smooth as he said, “I'm afraid I'm going to need to do a strip search, ma'am.”

  “W-What?” I gasped out.

  “Silence!” he barked out before he delivered a hard smack to my ass. “Anything you say can and will be used against you...”

  His voice trailed off as he yanked down my pajama pants and I felt my whole body shudder when he grazed his warm hands up my legs. After I was totally bare from the waist down, he stood back up and pulled my arms above my head in order to remove my shirt.

  “Back against the wall,” he grunted after my top was off, pushing my arms forward. “And spread them wider.”

  I wasn't entirely sure what this meant. Did he decide that he didn't regret this and wanted to be involved with me after all? Or was he just horny and needed to get laid? Would tonight end the same way our other nights together had?

  When his hands came around my front to grope my breasts, I decided that I would take whatever he wanted to give me for now, then badger him with questions later. Because even though it would hurt like hell if he was just using me, a small part of me welcomed it as long as it meant that I got the delicious pleasure that I knew he could bring me.

  His hands drifted lower and I moaned softly when he dipped a finger inside my pussy.

  He grunted and hoarsely noted, “You're wet. You aren't supposed to be enjoying this, ma'am. I'm not here to pleasure you.”