Criminal: A Bad-Boy Stepbrother Romance by Alexis Abbott, Alex Abbott Page B
Authors: Alexis Abbott, Alex Abbott
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form, listen to his
raspy breathing and remember what we’ve done.
It’s wrong.
I push myself out of bed, grabbing at my clothes and
throwing on the torn and dirty garments. Sunlight filters into the
room through the cheap curtains, illuminating my Kaiden’s body
in this almost ethereal light, his gorgeous form practically glowing.
I find myself staring again, my stomach churning in disgust and fear.
What have I done?
I gave in to the one thing I know I shouldn’t
have, and I swallow hard before moving to the washroom. My stomach
churns and a wave of nausea washes over me. I hug the toilet, heaving
into it, but nothing comes out. My hands tremble against the cold
porcelain, the dirty floor biting into my knees.
Slowly the sensation passes, and the rest of the
night begins filtering back to my consciousness.
I just made love to the one person in the world I
should’ve resisted, after almost being killed by a gang, and
now we're on the run. How could my life get any more messed up?
I shiver as I look into the mirror, seeing my messy,
blonde hair, my dirty clothes.
That little bit of excitement lurking between my
eyes. Despite it all, despite everything that had happened, losing my
virginity to Kaiden was the best part of my life. It was... amazing,
and I can see that hidden smile, the goosebumps that run up and down
my arms.
I wanted him for so long, and his body was made for
me.
It's perfect.
But what now? Do we go back to pretending this never
happened? Or just run off with the money, find somewhere safe and
comfortable and just be together?
I want it so badly to be the last one, despite how
much that scares me.
"Abby?" His voice is hoarse and he sounds
even more hurt than he did last night, so I hurriedly splash some
water on my face before returning to the bedroom, giving him a weak,
nervous smile.
What's he going to say?
Is he going to freak out? Panic? Regret everything
like I'd been fearing we would?
But his expression warms as he sees me and he relaxes
back into the bed, his hard bicep bulging beneath his arm.
"Hey, Princess," he says and the words roll
off his tongue so seductively.
I want to go over there and curl up against his nude
body.
There's only the cheap, flimsy blanket covering him,
and even through that I can see the regular throbbing of his cock.
His eyes work up over my body, over my bare thighs, my half-exposed
breasts, and I've never felt so desperate for more.
I go over to him, reaching down and touching his
forehead.
"Do you need more water?" I ask, but I
can't tear my gaze away from his bare chest.
It wasn't that I’d never seen it before, he was
always strutting around shirtless. It's just that now I know how it
feels pressed against me, the sensation of his warm weight down upon
me.
His hand goes to my waist, drawing me in, and I
topple down against his body, and he pins me there in one hand as he
grinds his erection against my thigh.
"I need something else," he husks, and
despite his bruises now turning an ugly purple, he has strength to
spare for me. He reaches beneath my skirt with his free hand as his
mouth goes to my neck, and suddenly I'm putty in his hands. There's
no stopping him as he strips me of my panties, the scent of last
night still hanging in the air.
Next he pulls away the blankets, revealing that
gorgeous cock of his once more, standing tall and thick, throbbing
with need as he tugs me atop him.
I straddle his waist, my mind in a daze as he guides
my motions. And when he presses that flared tip to my sex, I tremble
with desire and need.
"I want to see you," he says, though part
of me wonders if he's just in too much pain.
Either way, though, I look down at him with the
filtered daylight spilling over his body and feel so naked and
exposed despite still wearing my skirt, bra and tank top. He's
watching me, licking his lips as his hips grind subtly.
He doesn't push in, not yet, just teasing my wet seam
as we stare at each other.
I wonder what he's
raspy breathing and remember what we’ve done.
It’s wrong.
I push myself out of bed, grabbing at my clothes and
throwing on the torn and dirty garments. Sunlight filters into the
room through the cheap curtains, illuminating my Kaiden’s body
in this almost ethereal light, his gorgeous form practically glowing.
I find myself staring again, my stomach churning in disgust and fear.
What have I done?
I gave in to the one thing I know I shouldn’t
have, and I swallow hard before moving to the washroom. My stomach
churns and a wave of nausea washes over me. I hug the toilet, heaving
into it, but nothing comes out. My hands tremble against the cold
porcelain, the dirty floor biting into my knees.
Slowly the sensation passes, and the rest of the
night begins filtering back to my consciousness.
I just made love to the one person in the world I
should’ve resisted, after almost being killed by a gang, and
now we're on the run. How could my life get any more messed up?
I shiver as I look into the mirror, seeing my messy,
blonde hair, my dirty clothes.
That little bit of excitement lurking between my
eyes. Despite it all, despite everything that had happened, losing my
virginity to Kaiden was the best part of my life. It was... amazing,
and I can see that hidden smile, the goosebumps that run up and down
my arms.
I wanted him for so long, and his body was made for
me.
It's perfect.
But what now? Do we go back to pretending this never
happened? Or just run off with the money, find somewhere safe and
comfortable and just be together?
I want it so badly to be the last one, despite how
much that scares me.
"Abby?" His voice is hoarse and he sounds
even more hurt than he did last night, so I hurriedly splash some
water on my face before returning to the bedroom, giving him a weak,
nervous smile.
What's he going to say?
Is he going to freak out? Panic? Regret everything
like I'd been fearing we would?
But his expression warms as he sees me and he relaxes
back into the bed, his hard bicep bulging beneath his arm.
"Hey, Princess," he says and the words roll
off his tongue so seductively.
I want to go over there and curl up against his nude
body.
There's only the cheap, flimsy blanket covering him,
and even through that I can see the regular throbbing of his cock.
His eyes work up over my body, over my bare thighs, my half-exposed
breasts, and I've never felt so desperate for more.
I go over to him, reaching down and touching his
forehead.
"Do you need more water?" I ask, but I
can't tear my gaze away from his bare chest.
It wasn't that I’d never seen it before, he was
always strutting around shirtless. It's just that now I know how it
feels pressed against me, the sensation of his warm weight down upon
me.
His hand goes to my waist, drawing me in, and I
topple down against his body, and he pins me there in one hand as he
grinds his erection against my thigh.
"I need something else," he husks, and
despite his bruises now turning an ugly purple, he has strength to
spare for me. He reaches beneath my skirt with his free hand as his
mouth goes to my neck, and suddenly I'm putty in his hands. There's
no stopping him as he strips me of my panties, the scent of last
night still hanging in the air.
Next he pulls away the blankets, revealing that
gorgeous cock of his once more, standing tall and thick, throbbing
with need as he tugs me atop him.
I straddle his waist, my mind in a daze as he guides
my motions. And when he presses that flared tip to my sex, I tremble
with desire and need.
"I want to see you," he says, though part
of me wonders if he's just in too much pain.
Either way, though, I look down at him with the
filtered daylight spilling over his body and feel so naked and
exposed despite still wearing my skirt, bra and tank top. He's
watching me, licking his lips as his hips grind subtly.
He doesn't push in, not yet, just teasing my wet seam
as we stare at each other.
I wonder what he's
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