Marly loved the feel of his flesh, so hard and hot, filling her mouth, stretching her lips. She stared into his face, watching the flush that mounted his cheeks, the way his eyes darkened, filled with lust.
“Suck it hard,” he bit out fiercely. “Suck it hard, Marly. I’m going to come, baby.”
Two hard thrusts later she felt the thick jets of his semen pulse into her mouth, sliding down her throat as he buried his cock deep. His body jerked in time to the hot pulse of his release, his gasps harsh and agonizing as she kept sucking, drawing every drop of his release from his tight, hot sac.
Suddenly, just as quickly as he had thrust his cock in her mouth, he jerked it free. He stared down at her, his eyes dark, almost frightening, his flesh still hard as he breathed roughly.
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“Is this what you want, Marly?” He groaned as though in pain. “Is this really what you want? Because I swear to God, I don’t know if I can handle it.”
He stuffed his still hard cock back into his pants, buttoning them swiftly as she stared up at him. She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the salty residue of his orgasm there. Cade stilled at the movement.
“Your lips are stained with my come,” his voice was tormented. “You look like a whore, Marly. My whore.”
He turned his back on her, stalking from the barn as Marly felt her face pale. She lowered her head, fighting the tears that began to fall from her eyes, the sense of shame that filled her body. Slowly, she pulled herself up from the hay-scattered floor, fixing her dress, her panties, and walked painfully back to the house. Cade stood in the doorway of his study as she walked in, a bottle of liquor in his hand as he watched her. She met his gaze, though it took every measure of strength she could pull into her to do it.
“I’ll leave tonight,” she whispered, then moved past him. Before she could stop him, he had jerked her against him, staring down at her in fury.
“No you won’t,” he bit out. “You promised me the full Spring Vacation Marly. Two whole fucking weeks, and I’ll be damned if you’ll cheat me out of them.”
Her eyes widened as he jerked her into the study, slamming the door behind them.
“No!” Marly jerked away from him, fury filling her at the treatment he had given her. She faced him, fury surging through her, drying the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
“Come here, Marly.” She could see the intent in his eyes, the bulge beneath his jeans.
“So I can whore for you again?” She nearly strangled on the words. “You bastard. You’re too cowardly to admit you want me as much as I want you;, instead, you want to hurt me with it. Teach me a lesson.”
He ran his fingers through his hair in a gesture of intense frustration as he grimaced heavily.
“Marly, please. I’m not trying to hurt you,” he whispered, shaking his head.
“You’re killing me, and you refuse to see it. For God’s sake, please stop. Before I hurt both of us.”
“I can’t be a child again,” she screamed out at him, the tears finally falling. “That’s what you want, Cade. Admit it.”
“Hell yes. God. Damn, yes it is.” The bottle went flying, crashing into the wall, the heavy scent of liquor washing through the room. “I fucking raised you Marly. I didn’t raise you to fuck you.”
Marly shook her head, sobs shaking her body now.
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“I won’t.” Her fists clenched as she stared into his tormented features. “I won’t Cade. I love you too much. I need you too much to ever play a role for you so you can hide the fact that you need me too.”
“No.” He grimaced at the accusation.
“No?” She questioned him with an amazed laugh. “So whose hard-on did I have shoved down my throat? Whose finger was pushed up my ass, Cade? I could have sworn it was yours. And I could have sworn it was me getting it. Are you fooling yourself into thinking it’s someone else?”
Her voice rose with her anger as she faced him, ignoring the storm brewing in his eyes, the fury gathering in his expression.
“Stop,” he bit out. “Just stop this, Marly.”
“What about me, Cade?” She stepped close to him now, her body vibrating with the injustice of what he had done to her. “You left me kneeling in the dirt, the taste of your climax still in my mouth, needing you. I needed you too. Where was my orgasm, you son of a bitch?”
“Horny, Marly?” He threw her own, earlier words back at her. Marly drew herself up stiffly, ignoring the tears and the pain.
“Hell yes, and I’m woman enough to admit to it,” she said slowly. “And you know what, Cade? I’m woman enough to do something about it.”
She shoved past him roughly, heading for the door. She turned the knob, ready to throw it open when his voice stopped her.
“What the hell does that mean?” There was danger in every syllable. She turned back to him, her smile mocking and bitter.
“Simple, Cade. If you can’t put out the fire you started, then fuck you. I’ll find someone who will.”
She jerked the door open as she spoke, turned and ran headlong into Sam’s chest. She raised her eyes, seeing the quiet anger in his face, the sympathy in his eyes. He had heard it all. She shook her head, her face flaming in shame.
“Hey, Munchkin.” He lifted her face up, his thumb touching the corner of her lips briefly, then staring down at the creamy residue he had wiped from it. Marly felt sick, overwhelmed with humiliation and fury.
Sam raised his gaze, looking over her shoulder as his expression hardened.
“Sam,” Cade’s voice was warning him not to interfere.
“Come on, Marly.” Sam drew her outside the room, his arm wrapping around her shoulders in a gesture of brotherly concern. “Greg and I decided on pizza tonight. You can go with us to get it.”
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your liquor, if there’s any left from your temper. I’m getting Marly out of here for the night.”
“Marly, don’t leave.” Cade stared at her darkly. “We aren’t finished.”
“Yeah, we are.” She shook her head, moving for the door. “At least, for tonight we are.”
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CHAPTER TEN
The night was dark. Even though Marly had left the curtains open to her balcony, the cloud-filled sky filtered the glow of the moon. The nightlight was on, though. It cast a soft light over her bed, over her pale naked body as she slept restlessly. Cade entered the room, pacing silently to the chair at the side of the bed and eased himself into it with slow, weary motions.
Sam had kept her out late. Cade knew his younger brother was furious with him, so angry he refused to speak to him. Cade hated it, but for the life of him, he could think of no way to fix it. His conscience and his lusts were tearing him apart to the point that here he was; sitting silently in her room, staring at her, because he couldn’t have her any other way.
Her slender body was stretched out on the mattress, one arm bent over her stomach, the other laying at her side. Her thighs were parted, her bare mound glistening. Damn, did she stay wet? His body throbbed at the thought. He stifled his groan, rubbing his hands over his face, denying the need to shed his soft sweat pants and crawl into the bed with her. His cock demanded it, his head refused, and his heart was torn. How do you fuck the woman you spent eight years protecting and raising? What kind of pervert did that make him? He leaned back in the chair, watching her painfully.
He used to do this when she was a child. Knowing when the nightmares would come and wanting to be there for her if they did. He’d had none of these thoughts then. No lust for her. She had curled innocently in her bed, sleeping while he tried to protect her. She had been so damned tiny as a child. Still was. With those big blue eyes and all that hair. He had loved her the minute Annie had brought her to the door that day. When had it changed?
He couldn’t pinpoint the day he had started lusting after. He knew it hadn’t begun before her eighteenth birthday, but he knew when it started it had been hard and quick. He remembered the day he realized it. Right after her graduation, at the pool with her friend Lexia. He had looked at her, a brief glance out the doors of his study, and lust had consumed him. It had been all he could do to keep from stalking out to her, picking her up and thrusting into her then and there. And it had gotten worse since then.
“Cade?” Her sleepy voice was questioning as his gaze met her heavy lidded expression.
She didn’t jump to cover herself, didn’t seem to care that she was naked and he was hard, hurting with his need. Her blue eyes were dark, her lips full and sensual. Her nipples hardened as his gaze centered on them, puckering for him, the sweet mounds of her breasts hardening. His mouth went dry.
“Did you get off?” He growled, unable to get away from the anger of her earlier words to him.
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“Not unless you count masturbation.” Her voice was amused, but soft and sweet with drowsiness. “Does that count, Cade?”
He swallowed tightly. Then his breath left his throat as her fingers, slender and graceful caressed the flesh between her thighs.
“That counts,” he growled, moving quickly to forestall her movements. Her hand lay under his, the humid heat of her body like a brand to his fingers.
“Want to help me?” Her voice was thicker, smoky and hauntingly sexy. His index finger lay impossibly close to her clit. He swore he could feel the little knot of nerves throbbing. He was nearly laying beside her now, staring down at her, helplessly caught in the glittering sensuality she exuded.
“I want to eat you up.” He heard the catch in her breath; saw the sharp rise of her breasts as excitement flared inside her. “But I can’t.”
Why? Why? The question tore through his brain, his body. His lust demanding a reason.
“You fucked my mouth until you came. You owe me.” Her hips rose against his hand, causing his finger to glance her clit. He felt it swell, harden. His erection throbbed at the reminder of her hot mouth. Tight and suckling him like she loved it. He wanted to close his eyes, remembering the hot pulse of his release, but he couldn’t look away from her. She licked her lips slowly.
“You think you have me, don’t you, Marly?” His hand cupped her, pushing her hand back, covering the entire area of her silken, soaked cunt. “You think you can dominate me, make me heel.”
“No, Cade,” she protested on a breathless cry as he tightened his grip on her, enough to make her clench with pleasure. “That’s not what I want.”
He thrust his middle finger into her vagina, his palm rubbing her clit as she jerked and moaned roughly.
“What do you want then?” He thrust his finger inside her again, then allowed another to join it.
He watched the heat mount her cheeks, her eyes grow darker as her firm breast moved against his chest with her body’s demand for increased oxygen. Her thighs splayed apart, her hips rose and fell against his hand as her hand clenched at his wrist as though trying to hold him there.
“I just want you,” she cried out.
“Then tell me the truth, Marly,” he whispered. “How did you learn to take my fingers so easily up your tight little butt. A virgin would have run away screaming.”
“No,” she cried out, painfully. “It’s not like that.”
He could see a flare of shame in her eyes.
“Then what was it like?” He rubbed her clit harder, bringing her close, never letting her go over. “Tell me, Marly. What was it like?”
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“I knew you liked it,” she gasped as he licked her nipple, his eyes never leaving hers. “I had to learn how to do it, so you wouldn’t refuse me.”
Jealousy boiled inside him.
“Who showed you, Marly?” His eased his caress against her clit, knowing she was desperate to come.
“Don’t stop.” Desperation flared in her expression. “Please. Please, Cade. Don’t stop.”
“Tell me what I want to know, Marly.” His touch was lighter, but he didn’t leave her. “Who taught you? Who took you there?”
“I did,” she cried out miserably.
Shock held him rigid.
“What do you mean, you did?” He asked her slowly.
“I watch movies, and read books. I bought stuff—.” She tried to turn her head, but he refused to allow her.
“Dildos?” he asked softly, his body hardening impossibly.
“Yes,” she answered miserably.
He went hot all over.
“Plugs?” His voice was soft.
She bit her lip, her face reddening further.
“Yes.”
Cade closed his eyes.
“You’re still using them?” He asked her harshly.
“Yes.” He could barely hear her, all he knew was that Marly, his sweet innocent Marly was, at any given time, walking around with a device inside her body intended to prepare her for him. He shuddered, his finger moving from her vagina down. Disappointment speared his gut as he realized she wasn’t using it now.
“Where is it?” He could barely speak. He was so hard he was hurting. So tortured he could barely stand it.
Shock flared in her eyes, panic rolling over her expression.
“Cade?” There was an edge of fear in her voice. Damn her, it was the wrong damned time to get scared.
“Where? I won’t ask you again, Marly.” He demanded harshly. She flinched, but he could read the arousal in her eyes at the demanding tone of his body. Damn her, she wanted him like this, and he couldn’t seem to fight it. She was driving him crazy with it.
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lubricant and the thick plug used to stretch and widen the anal muscles. Beside it lay a rubber dildo, nearly as thick as his cock, yet not as long.