ForbiddentoSeduce

by April Vine

“God, you’re so beautiful, so…so untouchable to me.”

  “I want you, Ryan. Inside me.”

  God help, she was going to kill him. Unless… Scare tactics. He’d scare her away. In a flash he was at her, felt a deep satisfaction when she jumped. “You want me to fuck you?”

  She stood her ground, her long legs apart. “Yes.”

  “I don’t think you could handle me fucking you, Leah. And do you know why?”

  “No, Ryan, why?” she asked softly.

  “Because I would fuck you so hard you would scream for me to stop—”

  “No.” She shook her head.

  He inhaled sharply. “You think you’d scream for more? You think you’d scream for more when I prop open your mouth with my giant cock and fuck those sweet lips of yours so hard you won’t be able to close your mouth for a week? You think you’d scream for more when I suck out all your pussy juices while I stick my fist up into you? When I ground you into the floor with my cock until you can’t breathe, can’t move? Until you feel as if I’ve suffocated you because your pussy is so fucking tight? You think you’d scream for more then?” He expected to see her register his warnings, watch her eyes grow wide as one by one his threats sank in and cataloged and soon she would be begging him to leave.

  “Yes.” She looked him straight in the eye.

  “Yeah?” Had she even heard what he said?

  “Yeah,” she shot back.

  “And when I plug that tightly closed ass of yours with my cock, Leah, going right in—hard, fast and deep, and then fucking it while you’re on your hands and knees, and you wouldn’t be able to sit for a month, would you scream for more?” That should definitely have her throwing him out of her house. She was a good girl, he knew that.

  “I’ve watched porn before, Ryan, so I know things. I can take anything you want to do to me.”

  She watched porn? Bloody hell. The thought turned him on and at the same time made him want to erase every sight she’d seen. How could he protect her when he wanted her so hard and so bad, she shouldn’t allow him near her at all?

  “I’m wearing something that’s called the Midnight Rose, and it says you can take me any way you want me. There isn’t anything I won’t allow you to do to me.”

  “Fucking hell.” He exploded and grabbed her, slamming her against a wall, his body grinding into hers.

  “You want me to do all those things to you?”

  “Yes.” Confidence laced her voice now.

  “I said all that because I want you to change your mind. I wanted you to throw me out.” He squeezed her arms. She melted against him and his mind went blank as he inhaled her scent.

  “Don’t make promises you won’t keep.”

  “Ah, Leah.”

  There was no confusion or fear, not even the slightest bit in her eyes or he would have taken it and manipulated her with it until he got what he wanted, which was her begging him to leave.

  “Touch me.” She reached for his hand and placed it between her legs. Heat scorched his palm. And wetness. Fuck, she was wet and he could feel her pussy lips, hardly protected by the scrap of fabric she wore. She opened her legs wider, maneuvering his fingers against her hot flesh. His finger slipped inside her, she was so wet. She gasped and swayed her body, inching him farther inside her. “Deeper.” Her lips quivered. He tangled his hand in her hair, an iron grasp that pulled her closer and pushed her away.

  “I can’t,” he whispered against her hair, the harshness of his breath softened in the fragrance of her hair. She pulled back to look up at him. Shimmering tears rolled down her face, contrasting with the sweet smile playing at her lips. She cupped his cheek with her other hand, her fingertips featherlight against his stubble.

  “This isn’t only about sex, Ryan. This is about my life. I’m a virgin. I’ve stayed a virgin for you. I couldn’t bear the thought of another man touching me except you, Ryan. I can’t go on living without knowing your touch and feeling your heart beat next to mine. Please.”

  Ryan stumbled away from her as if she hit him with an iceberg. He wasn’t allowed to love her yet that didn’t stop him from loving her. But hearing her say those words to him changed everything. She was still a virgin?

  He didn’t look back as he shut the door behind him, leaving her standing there, trembling. Once out in the night air, he dragged his hand through his hair, pulling at the roots as he walked to his car. She was still a virgin, for him? Fuck, did he forget who she really was? Bill’s baby sister. Bill had done nothing but keep his end of the pact when it came to Raelene. Which meant Ryan had to do the same. He wondered how he didn’t die when he left her, the silk of her pussy still on his fingers, the scent of her body on his clothes, and his heart punctured in a million pieces. Touching her had been the worst thing he could have done, because now he knew how she felt about him. His hand shook as he reached out to open his car door. She had saved herself for him and only him.

  Chapter Three

  She had put herself out there with Ryan. Had asked him to do things to her body. Blood sped to Leah’s cheeks. Had she really said all those things to him? Then she had told him she was still a virgin and he walked out of her house the instant she had said it. What a fool she’d made of herself. Her legs wobbled as she walked to the door and locked it as if she were locking in her shame. The one time she decided to do something rash and impulsive, something that she wanted for herself, it crumbled before her eyes in gigantic proportions of disaster.

  Silent tears dripped down the side of her face as she treaded down the passage of her house to her bedroom. Her life was so not a romantic movie with a happy ever after she could critique and give five stellar hearts. Now her life was a perfect candidate for a Razzie award. Poor Leah Jenkins, she had taken on a much-too-big role in seducing Ryan Redford and failed spectacularly. Can anyone say B-grade? Argh.

  She could never face Ryan now. She’d rather die a million times over. But she guessed she needn’t have to work hard to avoid him. He wouldn’t want to face her maybe more than it was the other way around. How had she messed it up so badly? She’d been better off having a secret love affair with him in her dreams than to have tried to make it a reality. She glanced at the petals strewn on her bed, the sensual candles waiting to be lit. The perfect scene for seduction she had spent hours creating shamed her now. And that stupid outfit she wore? What was she thinking? She started to rip at it, desperate to take it off so she could burn the evidence of her embarrassment.

  “Leah.”

  She spun around, one high heel still in her hand. Gooseflesh erupted over her skin, the sight of him knocking her off her axis just as he had always done. What was wrong with her? She needed to get over him. He didn’t want some whimpering virgin.

  “How did you get in?” she asked. He filled the doorway to her room. God, did he have to look so big and intimidating and yet so deeply rugged, strong and sexy at the same time? Would she ever get over him?

  “Come on, Leah. I’m a soldier.” He sauntered toward her, lazily, sexily and she knew she’d never get over him. Not ever. “I wanted to say I’m sorry…”

  Leah didn’t allow him to finish. He was sorry? He came back to apologize? The last thing she wanted from him was his pity. He wasn’t going to get to stand there and tell her he was sorry and that she was all wrong for him, that it would never work for them, that he didn’t want to fuck her because well she was still a virgin. Did he use the fact of her being Bill’s sister as an excuse not to touch her? Well, she got the message loud and brutally clear when he walked out of her house after she had draped herself at his feet. She didn’t need an encore. Damn him. Didn’t he humiliate her enough? Fury blended with her indignity. She flung her sharp-heeled sandal at him.

  “Leah.”

  “Get out.” By now whatever she could lay her hands on she flung his way. “Stay away from me. I don’t want to hear how sincerely sorry you are. Or that it’s okay, it’s just a little crush I have on you, it will go away.” After num
erous brushes, bottles of lotion and vases hurled his way, she had run out of objects to sling at him and was blindly reaching for anything to stall him from delivering his sympathy speech. Too late she registered what she threw at him. Where he expertly avoided her stream of scented creams and grooming instruments, this one he caught in midair and grinned.

  “I’ve never had a vibrator thrown at me before.” He held it between the tips of his index fingers.

  She wanted to die, right there, but since she had no such luck, she looked him straight in the eye and resorted to begging.

  “Please, Ryan. Please leave. I just want to forget this whole thing. Please.” Rivers of tears tickled her cheeks.

  “Ah Leah.” She had barely blinked away a new flood of tears from her eyes before he stood before her. She stopped breathing as he swung his arm around her waist and pulled her into him, his mouth crushing down on hers. She balled her fists against his chest, meekly pushing him away. What was he doing? But then he coaxed her lips to part and slipped his tongue inside and her whole body melted. Somewhere her subconscious labeled her pathetic. She ignored the insult, she just didn’t have enough pride when it came to Ryan and she was okay with that. If he was touching her out of pity, she was okay with that too.

  Ryan’s heart levitated in his chest, then splintered apart and left him weak. She had curled her arms around his shoulders, her fingers into his hair. Where their skin touched became an isolated area, so pronounced in his mind and his body, it became sacred. She touched her tongue with his and he groaned as if he had never kissed a woman before. He bent and picked her up and carried her to the bed where he tossed her onto the silk covers and watched as red petals floated into the air and then settled around her. Stunning. So fucking stunning. He had to have her, right that instant. Instead he stood at the end of the bed, rubbing at his jaw with increasing frustration.

  His cock throbbed at the sight of her luscious near-naked body, her breathing hard and intense. She raised herself on her elbows and watched him. God help him, he couldn’t walk away from her, not now, not ever. Bill would curse him to hell, but nothing could make him stop. Bill, dammit, Bill. He’d die for his friend, be tortured to death before he gave his friend up, and yet he couldn’t keep his hands off his baby sister. Was he that weak? She lowered herself back onto the bed and opened her legs.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  The fragment of fabric pretending to be panties but which were in actual fact just string parted her glistening folds. How deep did her wetness go, how far would she let him in? He needed to know the answer to that more than he needed to know the answer to life.

  “Send me home, Leah.” One final plea. For Bill’s sake.

  She didn’t answer. Instead her hand slid down her flat abdomen to between her legs. Before his next breath, he was on her. Chucking her hand away. He wanted to be the first to feel her.

  He untied the bows at her hips and her panties came apart. He pulled the string from under her and daring her to look at him, ran his tongue over the wet thread and tasted her lovely cream before he tossed it aside and lowered himself between her legs. She was so wet her pussy lips were plastered together. He parted them and slipped one finger into her, turning it slowly, in and out. Silky fluid coated his digit. Her eyes glazed, her breasts heaved as he teased her entrance, not going as deep as she wanted.

  He settled himself between her thighs and inhaled the scent of her pussy before he opened his mouth on her and engulfed the swollen folds of her fragrant sex, swallowing her sweet dewiness as it seeped from her. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, moving away from his mouth. He gripped her ass and kept her still, taking the whole of her into his mouth where he sucked deep and long and ignored her whimpering and efforts to get away.

  She was killing him. His cock felt as if it were being strangled in his jeans. He wanted her with the urgency of a man dying to replace his tongue with his cock where he could fuck her until he fell over the edge and never returned. He took her clit between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it. One finger slid up inside her again, another touched the rim of her ass as she shuddered and convulsed. She came, shattering, crying his name over and over again and he had never felt or seen anything as beautiful in his life before.

  He had to be inside her. Feel her contractions around his cock and prove someone as lovely as she did exist. He released her and rose over her body. Her legs fell farther apart to accommodate one of his thighs. She rubbed her pussy against his muscle, her damp heat soaked through the denim and he felt it on his skin and roared. Her nipples had escaped the bits of her bra. He swallowed a tender and engorged peak into his mouth and died one more little death. She was heat and sweetness, a taste so addictive he suckled her nipple deeper and deeper into his mouth, harder and harder.

  “The other one, Ryan,” she said, her hands in his hair, directing him to her other breast. Using his teeth he unwrapped her from that damn sexy bra. Heavy, full-rounded breasts spilled out.

  “Ryan,” she gasped when he bit her then laved her with his tongue. He kissed his way up her throat, to her jaw, her cheeks, her eyes, her eyebrows. And knew after this nothing would be the same for him.

  Chapter Four

  This was the extent of her weakness for him. She should be asking him what made him come back to her but reality had no place in her fantasy and right now. Ryan touching her was her fantasy and ruining it never crossed her mind.

  His large calloused hands cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she thought they couldn’t get any harder.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” He lowered his head and took one hot peak into his mouth again and she combusted just like the first time. He sucked her hard, taking her deep.

  “I want to make love to you slowly but…” he said against her breast, his voice hoarse and rough. He slipped his hand between her thighs, his palm slid across her sensitive clit before he cupped her folds and sent a spasm of contractions through her. She cried out at the light but searing contact of his hand. She pulled his hair as he suckled on her nipple, rougher this time.

  “I just want to do this to you now. I want to make you mine and I can’t go slow. But trust me, Leah. I won’t hurt you more than I need to. I promise.” He locked his gaze with hers and waited for her to nod. She loved him so much, even more than her pride, clearly. When he left her after tonight, she’d still have this one more memory of him and if she never fell in love again, she’d be okay with those memories. She’d have done anything he asked no matter what it entailed as long as he continued touching her. As long as he made love to her. Even out of pity.

  She’d worry about the consequences tomorrow.

  He removed his t-shirt and then covered her body with his. Leah opened her mouth for him then ran her hand down his muscular chest to his eight-pack and sighed in pleasure. So much man.

  “Open my jeans,” he commanded, lifting his body a little away from hers. Leah unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper as he kissed her lips and ran his tongue along her jaw. She slipped her hand inside his boxer-briefs and sizzled at the heat of his skin, the rock-solidness of his cock.

  He dropped his forehead to her collarbone when she swiped her thumb over his wet head and then sucked that same thumb into her mouth.

  “Condom?” he asked.

  Should she take comfort in the fact that he wasn’t whipping one out from his back pocket? Should she tell him she was on the Pill? But would that trigger something that would make him stop, especially if he figured she had gone on the Pill for him? Better not chance it. She stretched her body up, twisting it slightly to reach into her bedside drawer for a supply she had bought long ago on the spur of the moment. Hoping for a “spur of the moment” moment.

  He stood and removed the rest of his clothes then tore the package open with his teeth and slipped it over his cock. Boy, what a cock.

  He bent over her and Leah raised her hips and shivered in pleasure as he inserted his finger into her.


  “You’re so wet,” he murmured. He removed his finger and sucked it into his mouth, licking it clean. God, he made her feel so hot and dirty. “Now, Leah. I can’t wait. Hold on to me, angel.”

  The thick head of his cock stroked her entrance, once, twice, and on the third caress he pushed in. Leah’s head lifted off the pillow. She arched her back, one hand held on desperately to his nape, while the nails of the other dug into his shoulder. Instinctively she closed her legs around his waist.

  “Don’t. Open your legs. Let me in.”

  She shook her head, biting her lip until she tasted her own blood. It felt as if he were killing her.

  “I’m sorry.” He forced his way in, filling her completely. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart threatened to fly out of her chest. She lay rigid beneath him. He raised himself, his hands on either side of her head, staying still inside her. “Move.”

  Leah stared into his eyes, so fiercely green his gaze burned into her soul. Slowly she felt her anguish dissipate.

  “Move me inside you.”

  She tilted her hips just a little. He was really inside her. Ryan Redford was really inside her body. The man she loved with all her heart and soul. She moved again and his cock warmed her flesh, making her wetter.

  “That’s it, Leah.”

  She touched his cheek, could feel the tiny strip of control he had left wavering, loving him even more for restraining himself when she could see all he wanted was to fuck her. She increased her pace. Her body stretched to its fullest, accommodating him as deep inside her as he could go. Her pain and pleasure meshed together and euphoria blazed inside her.

  “Ah fuck. Easy, angel.” He tried to raise himself even farther away from her. She writhed beneath him, wildly, clutching on to his cock with her all might, squeezing him inside her. He gritted his teeth, swore again and again. Then he brought himself up on his knees with her in his lap, her legs on either side of his waist while she still stayed on her back. His fingers melded into the flesh of her ass and he fucked her, hard, possessively.