I suck him harder, twirling my tongue around the tip of his tongue every time he pulls back. It doesn’t take long for his movements to become more erratic. Just knowing that I got him close within seconds sends another wave of desire through me. I never realized how sexy it is to be truly wanted.
Silas pulls away and I groan in dissatisfaction, wanting more. He shakes his head and twirls me back around to face the mirror. He pushes me onto my knees, his left hand on my lower back. “I can’t take it,” he says. “I need your pussy. Right fucking now.”
I moan when he pushes the tip of his cock into me. Silas moves his hand to my hair and pulls on it, making me look up into the mirror. He holds me like that as he pushes all the way into me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Fuck,” he groans when he’s finally all the way inside me. I’ve never felt this full before, this stretched. “I knew your pussy would be out of this world, baby.”
He pulls almost all the way out before pushing back into me, and then he does it all over again, his movements slow and strong. Silas looks at me, and then he raises his hand. “This is for being with my brother when you always should’ve been mine,” he warns, before bringing his hand down on my ass.
I gasp, the sting painful for a few seconds, before morphing into a delicious type of heat. My pussy clenches when he raises his other hand. I never thought I’d enjoy spanking, but it turns me on far more than I ever could’ve imagined.
“And this is for taking so long to come back to me.” He brings his hand down, slapping my ass hard. I gasp as I breathe through the sting, and Silas grabs my ass, massaging my skin as he continues to fuck me slowly.
“Look,” he orders. “Look at who’s fucking you, Alanna. When you’re taking my cock, I want your thoughts on me.”
I grin at him through the mirror. “Silas, you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
He looks pleased and fucks me harder. I watch him just like he ordered me to, enjoying the connection. His eyes never leave mine, and I love seeing him slowly lose control.
Silas reaches around, his fingers finding their way between my legs. He starts to finger me while he fucks me, and I gasp. It’s too much. “I can’t take it, Silas.”
He shakes his head. “You can, and you will.”
He’s right, because within seconds, I come for him all over again. Silas isn’t far behind. He moans my name as he comes deep inside me. “Alanna,” he whispers as his eyes fall closed.
He drops his head to my back and presses soft kisses to my skin as both of us try to catch our breath. Silas pulls out of me, and the moment breaks.
I look in the mirror, realizing what I’ve done. I slept with my ex-boyfriend’s older brother. I stare at myself, but I don’t recognize the woman looking back at me. What have I done? I pull away and grab my clothes, wanting to run and hide.
He watches me as I walk away, his expression unreadable once more. “Alanna,” he says as I reach the door. I pause and turn back to look at him leaning back on the floor, his irresistible body on display. “Don’t be late for work on Monday.”
I blink, realization dawning. I slept with Silas Sinclair. He’s not just Ryan’s older brother… he’s also my future boss. I’m done for.
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The end… for now
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About the Author
Catharina Maura grew up in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. She has since lived in The United Kingdom, Singapore, and Hong Kong. She’s an accountant by trade, but her undying love for romance novels combined with a petty bet with her husband resulted in the release of her first book. She hasn’t looked back since.
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Cat writes steamy and angsty contemporary romance that will give you all the feels, and her leading men only ever have eyes for one woman, no matter what life throws at them. You'll usually find her daydreaming about the characters that waltz through her thoughts, begging for a happily ever after.
Also by Catharina Maura
Until You: A Brother’s Best Friend Romance
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Left without a job and evicted from the house she so carefully turned into a home, Aria is offered two choices: move back in with her brother… or take the job her brother’s best friend offers her.
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Their lives weren’t meant to collide — but everything changes when Grayson realizes that Aria is the mysterious woman behind a wildly popular vigilante platform.
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She’s the woman he’s been falling for online, the one whose coding skills outdo his, the one he’s been trying to track down.
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It’s her. And she’s off-limits.
Dirty Secrets
BY IVY FOX & THANDIE
“Dirty Secrets”
An ex-boyfriend’s dad romance
My first mistake was getting on the plane to visit my sister.
My second was going to a bar instead of going straight home.
My third was letting a total stranger take me back to his place and let him have his filthy way with me.
And my last mistake… well, that one was a whopper.
I should have asked him for his full name.
Maybe then I would have stopped myself from fucking my ex-boyfriend’s father’s brains out.
Maybe, but not likely.
Chapter 1
When I walk through the doors of the Colorado airport, the chilly brisk wind slaps me awake from my daze and finally shakes some sense into me.
What the hell am I doing here?
I stand frozen in the middle of the sidewalk, watching the other passengers pass me by, all elated that they are going to spend their Christmas holidays with their families and loved ones. I hate how their glowing smiles show just how happy they are to be reunited with their family while I'm standing here with a deep-rooted scowl on my face, seriously contemplating grabbing the next flight out to New York instead of facing mine.
How did I let my baby sister manipulate me yet again to do her bidding?
Especially after all the suffering she's put me through this year?
Did I take the six-hour flight here because I seriously believe Valerie is somehow repentant of what she did to me, and this is her olive branch to try and mend fences? Or am I just another lonely, prideless sucker who can't stand the thought of spending another holiday by lonesome?
I don't have to think too hard to know which reason brought me here.