by April Vine
Forbidden to Seduce
April Vine
The only thing Ryan Redford could do to scare off his best friend’s sexy, all-grown-up little sister when she orchestrates an all-out, everything-bared seduction is to describe the most depraved sexual acts he can think of—everything, in fact, he’s fantasized about doing to her—to ensure the virgin runs in the opposite direction.
Hell, the steamy scenarios scared him.
Except the tantalizing Leah Jenkins is not accepting no for an answer and takes his threats as promises—and expects him to deliver. On every single dirty thing he said he would do to her.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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Forbidden to Seduce
April Vine
Chapter One
Leah Jenkins stood in the sultry lingerie store on the banks of the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront and pondered rack after rack of panties.
She had spent the better part of the morning in the care of professional hands beautifying her nether region and now she wanted it dressed perfectly. It was, after all, the star of her show that she secretly titled Leah Gets Some…Finally. Or more elaborately, Leah’s Long-Deserved and Much-Anticipated Undoing.
And if one traveled in the arty circles abroad, it would be dubbed as The Coming of Age of Leah’s Puritanical Pussy attached with the byline Featuring an Oscar-Winning Performance by an Incredibly Long Cock.
Reviewers would say something along the lines of how without the multiple-incher, the entire evening would just have fallen apart. Standing ovation for the cock.
Sex For Everyone would be quoted as saying, “The pinnacle of all scenes was, of course, the climax of the night when Leah—and we gotta love Leah—gets stuck with that amazing cock. Just amazing, the fit, the fuck…everything. It had to have had audiences creaming in their pants. A job well done.”
The Only Fuckers’ Guide You’ll Ever Need, always trying to find some moral appreciation for their audience, would say, “Leah Jenkins, the hot South African newcomer, is certainly someone all young, legal-aged and consenting females could relate to and the way she rode that cock—wow, what a cock—would have any number of women going out and seeking their own rides. They would want to scream her screams of bliss for themselves. Pure coitus inspiration. Ten penises.”
The only hiccup she foresaw—her guest star, one dishy Ryan Redford, owner of the much-talented cock, received no script whatsoever. As far as he knew, the title went something like Dinner with Leah and, of course, he’d think he knew enough about eating to improvise here and there and for the rest, rely on experience. If he had any idea what awaited him was hot, wet and oh so ready for him, he’d refuse to even audition for the part.
“Might I ask who he is?” A well-dressed saleslady tapped Leah on the shoulder and brought her out of her daydreams. Gosh, she really needed to step outside a bit more from the internship she did at the local newspaper. Currently she’d been assigned a stint as movie critic and clearly she started to think of her life in terms of headlines and reviews. She so needed to get a life.
“Well…he’s just a guy I know,” Leah said, biting her lip. Except he wasn’t just a guy she knew. He was Ryan Redford. But could she really pull this off? She’d prepped, prodded, prepared and pepped herself into this. She had to do it. As far as she knew, no one magically started getting younger when they turned twenty-three. It was now or never.
“Ah, I see. Does he know what’s in store for him?”
“Well…no…not really.” I’m thinking I should just spring him with it, you know, not give him a chance to say no. She had known him all her life but as soon as she understood the nuances of a crush, the six-foot-and-a-bit, green-eyed, raven-haired Ryan had been it.
“Well, you’re lovely, my dear. No guy will be able to resist you.”
“Thank you,” Leah murmured, but knew otherwise when it came to Ryan. “Actually, I’m kind of forbidden to seduce him.”
The saleslady’s expertly plucked brows arched and Leah picked up a pair of pink lace panties and examined them. “He’s my older brother’s best friend.”
Seven years older than she, Ryan treated her the exact same way he did his own twin sister Raelene. He seemed oblivious that the instant he entered the room, or brushed by her body, or looked at her, he weakened her knees and stole her breath.
Would he laugh at her when she told him how she felt about him? Would he insist she cover up if she presented herself to him in the nude and then tell her she was confused? Worse, would he pull the whole but you’re like my little sister card on her? Her shoulders sagged. She knew Ryan wouldn’t just fall for her the instant she took off her clothes. She’d have to fight for him any way she could. But she couldn’t go on in the state she was. Something had to give.
She couldn’t pine for him day in and day out, with nothing and no one who could extinguish the fire he ignited in her. And she did try. She went on loads of dates, but the instant they leaned in to touch her, she saw Ryan’s face in her mind, reiterating the truth she wanted only him to be the one to touch her.
When she had turned sixteen and was dreamily hearts-and-roses in love with him, Ryan and her brother Bill had disappeared on some secret government mission. When he returned two years later, and she had turned eighteen, her very innocent kiss-me crush on Ryan had catapulted into a sweltering fuck-me-and-love-me obsession after seeing him in a completely different light…and completely naked too.
She had to take charge of her life and that meant she had summoned up the courage and called him and invited him to dinner at her house, alone—without Bill. Okay, she had babbled through the invitation, but he had accepted because he didn’t know it was a date. He assumed Bill was also going to be there, he offered to bring them beers and wine for her. She didn’t correct him.
“Your brother’s best friend,” the saleslady repeated, peering over her spectacles at Leah. “In that case, we need to shatter the obvious code they share about little sisters then, don’t we? Now, I have three kinds of outfits I want to show you.”
“Just three?” Leah asked.
“Oh yes. One of them is all you’ll need.” She curled her index finger and lured Leah to follow her to a counter where she removed a pretty pink box.
“The Morning Rose.” She opened the box and showed Leah a stunning baby-pink lacy bra and boy-shorts pair trimmed in delicate silk ruffles. This was definitely something she would wear for herself. “For soft kisses and candlelight cuddles,” the saleslady added.
Leah shook her head.
“The Sunset Rose, then, perhaps?” She retrieved another box and opened it to reveal a gauzy blue bra and bikini set. “For a little wine and silky sheets?”
Leah scrunched her nose. She needed something more bold when it came to seducing Ryan and something with a lot less material to it.
“Then allow me to present to you the Midnight Rose.”
“The Midnight Rose?” Leah leaned forward, her entire attention focused. Her eyes widened and her breath caught. She was struck with a premonition that whatever the Midnight Rose meant, it would be something delicious, daring and wicked.
The saleslady leaned in to whisper in Leah’s ear, “The Midnight Rose says, ‘Take me, I’m yours to use as you want. I want your cock to fuck me everywhere it can’.”
Leah couldn’t help the blush creeping into her cheeks but she found what she was looking for. How could Ryan say no to her when she put on the Midnight Rose set of underwear that was ridiculously sparse in all the wrong places?
The black satin and leather bra was sparsely cut, meant to squeeze the outer and lower curves of her breasts together until her nipples would surely spill over. She was certain they would not be covere
d no matter how hard she might try to pull and shove. The panties were a tiny triangle attached to the string that she would use to fasten at her hips. Skimpy and scanty and oh so sluttish. A shiver of excitement went through her.
“I’ll take…the Midnight Rose, thank you.”
But that wasn’t all there was to the Midnight Rose. Where the Morning Rose came with a heart-shaped key ring, and the Sunset Rose came with a cute little teddy bear, the black leather and satin Midnight Rose package came with an ungodly sized battery-operated dildo.
“We’re having a promotion.” The saleslady winked at Leah.
Leah quickly signed her credit card receipt, grabbed her parcel and fled. She so desperately needed Ryan to want her. No matter how much she had motivated herself that she’d be okay if he rejected her, she might in actual fact never recover from it.
* * * * *
Ryan Redford had become very accustomed to the groan inside his head. It had started when he realized Bill was not a party to Leah’s dinner. Alone, he had no right to be there. But that groan had gotten louder when he saw her in that torturous little dress she greeted him in at the front door.
When he inhaled her perfume, the scent had started to ricochet through his head with a thunderous boom. Drugged now, and beyond help, he dared look at the thick-fringed, hazel-eyed beauty before him with her long, scented dark-brown hair and wonderfully sexy body. She was still the sweetest thing he had ever seen and he was so crazily in love with her he couldn’t think straight anymore.
“I thought Bill would be here,” he said as he sat across from her at her dining table.
“I didn’t invite him.” She hesitated for a second then smiled at him. “I thought it could be just the two of us. Do you mind?”
Did he mind? He had been in love with her since she had turned eighteen when, suddenly, her legs were no longer just appendages, but long and shapely, and ones he wanted wrapped around his waist as he pressed his cock inside her. And then her breasts had suddenly filled out from nowhere, ample and round, and every time he spotted her nipples through her t-shirt he would physically salivate, knowing they would taste like honey in his mouth. Her hips were made for his hands, her lips for his kisses, pink and lush.
But that wasn’t all. Not only had she become a full-blown, touchable woman in all areas necessary, she could argue the hell out of him and, even if he were right, she would turn those hazel eyes up at him and melt his resolve. Yes, he had gotten it so bad for his best friend’s baby sister that in the last five years, whenever she was near, he walked around with a constant ache in his groin. But something was up with her. She seemed unusually quiet this evening. A little tense.
“You’re not afraid of being alone with me, are you, Ryan?” She didn’t look at him when she asked that, choosing to toy with her food instead.
I’m petrified of being alone with you.
Consequently, he had separated himself from her, never leaving an opportunity open where he might be alone with her, because just the sight of her could turn an already titanic erection into a raging fire that only her pussy juices could extinguish. And it had scared him then, as it did now.
“You’re scary, you know. I’ve seen what your teeth can do when you’re mad.”
“I was five years old and Bill took my apple.”
“Eighteen years later and he still carries the scar.”
She blushed and lifted her chin. “I can’t believe he even told you I did that to him.”
And that was why he wasn’t going to break that implicit code he shared with Bill. They met when they were fifteen years old and would save each other’s lives and would die for each without question—it was how they survived when the secret service sent them in the middle of whatever warfare was going on.
It was elementally a matter of honor with him and Bill. Never fuck your best friend’s sister, plain and simple. But it was also a severe case of ”If I can’t have you, Leah Jenkins, no one else can”. His ego was all warped, but he didn’t know what he’d do if he ever discovered she had a serious boyfriend, let alone one she loved enough to marry.
She never had. He’d made it his business to know.
But that didn’t change the fact he was alone with her here, having dinner with her without Bill to act as chaperone and conscience. And all the while he was losing his thinking abilities quicker than he wanted as his brain became consumed with what she wore under her clothes.
The thought had his cock aching. He should have left the instant he knew Bill would not be joining them. He couldn’t trust himself alone with her. This was Bill’s baby sister. She was eyes off, hands off, cock off.
“I’d better be going,” he said, his lasagna untouched.
“No, stay. It’s early and you haven’t even eaten anything yet.” She rose from the table in her stylish but economically decorated dining room and came to him. Her dress so light and meager as it danced around her body, he knew with just one blow he’d be able to lift that flimsy fabric off her thighs and take a peek at her panties. Fuck.
“I think I really should be going.”
“Ryan, stay, please,” she said softly, her hands spanning across his chest. His heart began to thud. The size of his cock tripled. Was she trying to kill him? “Stay with me,” she whispered as she raised her face and pressed her lips innocently against his. She seemed so unsure of herself.
He growled. In an instant he would have had her in his arms. He would have forced her mouth open so he could drive his tongue inside. God, she would taste so sweet. He would kiss her until she moaned and gasped, and those were the very thoughts that brought him to his senses. He peeled her off his body.
“Leah, I’m leaving.” He made for the door, clenching his fists.
“No.” She rushed to him then blocked his way.
“Dammit, stop this. Or you’re going to regret it.” He moved her aside, the front door within his reach. But before he could turn the brass handle, he froze in place.
“Oh…ooooohhhhh, Ryan, your cock is so big, it’s killing me…oh baby…fuck my ass…shoot it all inside me. Oh yes, Ryan, pinch my cunt…harder. God, you make me crazy, baby…my pussy juices are just pouring out of me. Just fill my asshole with all your cum…baby. Oh, you are my god. No one in this world has ever fucked me the way you do…no one ever will. Ring a bell, Ryan?” she asked.
Chapter Two
Ryan felt the blood leave his body as he spun around to face her, a vision in heels, uttering words from her sweet mouth that gave him a gigantic erection all over again.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Sonia Guard? Remember her? Your onetime girlfriend?”
Did she seriously expect him to remember another woman when she was standing in front of him, erotic words spilling from that sweet mouth of hers? “I can’t remember who she is.”
“We spent a weekend at the cabin, five years ago. You and Bill were given some time off by the agency and—”
“I remember that weekend, Leah.” He shook his head. “You had to study—you had a big exam that week. You were eighteen, your first year varsity.”
“You remember all that but you can’t remember the girl who called you her god?”
And then his memory dawned. Yes, there was a girl, there were always plenty. Even though he couldn’t make out her face in his memory bank, she was there. And the only reason he could even summon up her presence was because of something that had happened. “That was you?”
He was stunned. Normally he was an ace when it came to perception, his senses always on super alert, but they had been drinking hard, glad for the chance not to be vigilant or killing targets for one crazy terrorist or another. He had felt someone watching him with Sonia. In his subconscious he had felt Leah’s presence, but in his mind he couldn’t be sure.
“Shit,” he said softly. “Leah…” Damn he was sure he was up to his balls in the woman’s ass. He swore again, quietly, as she came to him and pressed her bod
y to his.
“Ryan.” She breathed against his mouth, her little tongue running across his lips, making him grunt involuntarily. She pressed her palm to his cock and he shuddered. When she began to stroke his jeans-covered arousal, he gripped her wrist and took her hand away. “I want you to do that to me. Please, Ryan.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing. I’m going to leave—” He turned again.
“Don’t go. Please, turn around and look at me, Ryan, and then tell me you don’t want me.”
Didn’t want her? Was she crazy? He wanted her hard, long, everywhere. He wanted her to suck him and he wanted to watch her eyes when he came in her mouth. He wanted to suck her pussy until her own cum streamed down his chin. He wanted to fuck her until even she didn’t know where she ended and he started. And he wanted to fuck that tight ass of hers until she cried in pleasure.
And at the same time he didn’t want to taint her with his dark touch. She was Leah Jenkins. She was sweet, innocent, sunshine on a cold day. She needed someone gentle, someone inhibited and someone who wouldn’t spoil her delicate body or bruise her lovely skin, like he would because nothing could compare to seeing his mark on her. But she needed someone Bill would approve of. Someone who was anybody—but him.
“Leah,” he said. He turned around, meaning to let her down gently. Sweet, innocent, sunshine…gone. She was a blazing-hot, forbidden goddess in all her exposed loveliness. Her dress lay pooled on the floor next to her, and slowly his eyes grazed over her. The farther up her body he got, the larger his cock grew.
“Ah fuck, Leah.” He ran a hand through his hair.
“Please want me,” she begged. Her tear-stained cheeks glistened. Her eyes glittered a sexy but vulnerable gold.
“Leah, baby, I don’t deserve you.”
“It’s okay. I can handle anything you give me, just give it to me, Ryan, please.” She stood there sexy as hell, but trembling and helpless.
