“Can't believe we've waited so fucking long to do this, Delia. It feels like half a lifetime. I never waited with girls before – I'd fuck them in twenty-four hours or move on. With you, it's different. I gave you another chance, I gave myself one too. I need to know why.”

I can't believe he killed them like it was nothing. I can't believe he's this insatiable, this ready to fuck me, only hours after he slaughtered two men in cold blood.

I'm even more surprised I'm going to let him.

Every time his skin meets mine, it's like some crazy chemistry I don't understand. I can't think about the way I was almost brutally raped, or how dumb I've acted since our plane landed. There's nothing – and I mean nothing – in my head except how incredible his hands feel on my body.

It's like lightning entering my bloodstream. My heart pounds, sending fire to every crevice, every nerve. My temples start pounding, but it's got nothing to do with the imminent hangover tomorrow.

It's lust. Desire. Need.

The dress comes off in his hands and drops on the floor. I swear I'm about to self-combust as I step into him wearing nothing but my bra and panties, more naked than I've ever been for a man, but ready and willing.

He kisses me hard, pushing his lips against mine with so much force he bends my head. One rough hand slides through my hair, forms a fist, and jerks my head lower, all the better to conquer me.

His other hand rubs up my back, feeling for the clasp to my bra. He's not screwing around and wasting anymore time, and I'm reeling from the shock.

“Goddamn, you taste so fucking good,” he growls, jerking my bra off and throwing it over his shoulder. He notices me pinching my thighs together, trying to hide the crazed wetness seeping through my panties.

Chris tears at my waistband, brushing my pussy with his thick fingers. “These are coming off, girl. You've got nothing left to hide from me, understand? Now, lay down and spread your legs so I can suck what I should've tasted weeks ago.”

Whimper isn't an accurate description for the fearful desire pouring out of my mouth. He pushes my butt down on the bed and opens my legs, tearing at my panties, jerking them down my legs in one fluid movement.

I'm completely bared to him before I know what's even happened.

His calloused hands push my thighs apart and he works his lips, stamping new hot, aggressive kisses up my legs, stopping at my inner thighs. The same tongue he's teased against mine a hundred times works virgin flesh.

I can't stand it. I'm never going to live it down if I start coming before he's even put his mouth on my clit. My fingers dig at the Egyptian cotton sheets, feeling their softness, trying to anchor myself for the storm rising up between my legs.

Chris stops for one long second to give me a look. His green eyes are violent, wanton, glowing mirrors for all the ways he's about to fuck me. He's going to make me forget what virgin even means.

The same rough stubble that's made me come undone before rips through me when it brushes up my thighs. He's stamping his lips up, feral and hungry in a way I never imagined, heading right for the slick heat throbbing in my center.

My legs kick reflexively. A terse moan rips out my mouth, and the sound makes him put both his hands on my thighs, spreading them, pinning them down, opening me for his insatiable mouth like he owns me.

And when his tongue brushes my pussy, he absolutely does.

I almost explode the very first time his strong tongue slaps my clit. His strokes tease me at first, hurling me toward the edge, tasting my virgin folds. With my legs locked down, his hands rise up my body, roaming. My nipples pulse between his fingers, puckering into nothing, becoming his toys.

My whole body becomes his, his, and only his with every flaming lick. His tongue speeds up, pushing deeper through my virgin folds, catching my cream. He's desperate to fuck me with his tongue too, I just know it, but not until he's had his dick there.

His chin rides up, and he focuses on my clit instead, lashing me over and over and over in ferocious waves of pleasure.

I can't take more than a minute. My fingernails tighten on the fistfuls of cotton sheets until it feels like they're about to tear, and I don't give a crap either.

My body arches up, riding him as I come, and I scream like I'm losing my mind. Hell, I guess I am.

After tonight, nothing will ever be the same. It's like the world's ripped open and I've fallen into an alternate universe, one where kissing heaven and hell is just routine. But all I really want to do is kiss him a thousand more times, savor all the unthinkable ways he's going to bring me over the cliff, into the blinding white heat that melts every inch of me.

He won't stop licking me the whole way through the fireworks exploding in my veins. My body won't stop convulsing, trailing his mouth, bucking up and down until I can feel his stubble, teeth, and tongue all over my pussy.

No joke, I almost black out. When I remember to breathe and the aftershocks finally die down, I look up, and see him standing over me. He's taking off the neat vest he's been wearing all night, and then he starts working on the button down shirt underneath.

My legs pinch shut awkwardly, feeling a new rush of wetness.

He shakes his head and gives me a stern look. “You keep those legs open for me, princess. We're not done. Not by fucking half.”

When he's on the last button, something comes over me. It feels almost like a ritual, watching Mr. Prime and Proper unveil the bad boy underneath in all his mad glory. My hands shake, but I force them to reach out to grab both sides, and rip his shirt back against his shoulders.

“Oh my God.” It spills out when I see his naked chest again, everything I've missed since our very first night together, when I saw him half-naked on the beach.

The dragon painted on his skin seems more menacing now. The trident around it bounces as he shrugs his shirt to the floor, bulging on his muscle, hard slabs ready to carry me to new ecstasy.

“Go ahead. Run your fingers down my abs. Feel my strength. It'll help you guess how hard I'm going to fuck you in about two minutes.”

“Chris...” I let go and do it. Speaking his name while I'm touching him like this sends a shiver down my spine.

My pussy throbs all over again, aching to feel him deep inside me. The rest of my body simmers, ready for the dark, rough ride he's promised. I crane my neck down near his belt and kiss, right in the middle of those perfect hills and ridges forming his abs, a perfect core cut by danger and destruction.

He runs his hand through my long dark hair and pulls. My face tilts up and he reaches down with his free hand, starting on his belt.

“Do the rest, babe. Pull out my cock and suck it. I've been thinking about your lips wrapped around me since our first night on the beach.”

He works off the belt and his pants fall open. I manage to stop my hands from shaking as I reach around him, pushing his pants and boxers down.

His cock snaps out, angry and thick. I don't know whether to drool or be afraid. He's way thicker than anything I imagined, so big it looks like he can split me apart. I grip just underneath his swollen head, and his fist goes over mine, adding to the pressure.

“Like this. Harder. Just like we're going to fuck, baby.” He's teaching me how to please him, and I'm so eager to learn it hurts.

My free hand slides down between my legs, unable to resist toying with my clit as I pump him up and down. His head rolls back on his perfect shoulders and he groans. The thunder in his throat makes me imagine it's coming from the dragon on his chest, the beast I'm awakening inside him.

I stop flicking my clit just long enough to lower my mouth down carefully. He gives my hair another tug and I watch the green gems in his face light up.

He's hot, hard, and salty. I'm bathed in his intoxicating scent, everything I want to smell all over me soon, that curious mix of earth and strength and cinnamon.

“Suck it deep. I want your little tongue all over every inch of me. Fuck, yeah, just like that.” His words come hoarse, tense. “Don't stop playing with your clit. Keep that pussy hot for me, babe. I'll be balls deep soon.”

His fingers add more tension to my hair, pulling on my locks, guiding me up and down the motion. I'm trying to focus on his pleasure, rather than my own, but it's hard as hell when I'm circling like mad between my legs, pumping my lips across his shaft harder.

My tongue starts to understand the shape of his dick, all the spots that make him jerk and hitch his breath. I lick deeper into the crown around his head, tasting his pre-come trickling into my mouth, ears humming as he flexes and curses.

“Ah, shit. You're a goddamned natural. You're lucky I don't just slam my balls against your chin and unload down your throat.”

Holy shit. He's so crude. It should turn me off, but instead I'm getting wetter.

The fire in his eyes says he actually might do what he threatened. It's rough, it's more than I can handle, but damn if it doesn't make me cream myself on the spot.

I'm steadily building toward another climax, flushing the entire time, pumping my lips up and down his magnificent shaft as quickly and firmly as I can.

My eyes are narrowed and I'm about to explode. There's something shamefully decadent about being crouched on the bed with my mouth full of my badass stepbrother's cock, hand between my legs like a porn star.

It's crazy. Up until a few minutes ago, it was unthinkable. So is the way he fists my hair and jerks hard, tearing me off his cock. I look up, wondering if I've done something wrong.

No, his eyes tell the truth. This is right. We're right, Delia.

“Get down and spread your legs,” he growls, giving me a gentle push. I feel the big bed sink beneath his weight, and he's holding me in his arms, pulling me to him as we shift toward the center of the bed.

Sweet Jesus. It's really going to happen. I'm about to fuck my arrogant, handsome, hero of a stepbrother, and nothing in this world's going to stop me.

My legs feel like they're on fire as I open them. He's snuck a condom out of his pocket before losing his pants, and I watch him tear the foil with his teeth, rolling the sheath on his enormous length.

He moves forward, guiding his bare cock against my slit. He pushes the tip of his length across my pussy, melding himself to my folds, one small angle away from pushing in and claiming what's his.

“Fuck, you're beautiful.” He stops and his mouth comes down on mine, frantic and hotter than ever, a savage hunger building in his tongue as he shoves it against mine. “If you fuck half as good as you suck, Delia, we'll spend this whole damned trip in bed. I've been crazy about having this pussy for almost a month. Once I take it, I'm never gonna stop. Never.”

Oh, God. The way he says it flips my heartbeat onto turbo. I force myself to look at him and suck at my bottom lip, reaching out to touch him, really feel him in all his hardened Navy SEAL wonder.

In my wildest fantasies, I never imagined a man like this fucking me. Never.

I never imagined I'd actually have him after I found out who he was, even though I wanted to.

I never, ever thought he'd save my life, never thought he'd give me something no one else ever has, never expected my heart to skip every time I look at him.

We haven't even fucked, and it's already about more than that. I'm afraid to admit it, but I know.

Luckily, I don't have to think or talk about any of that right now. His hands are all over me, cupping my breasts, pushing my nipples between his palms. He brings his hot lips down my neck, then stops at my right globe, pulling the bud there between his teeth.

Shit. It's too damned good. Everything about him.

By any sane measurement, I'm the one who's too good for him, daughter of a multimillionaire with a 3.9 GPA, on my way to a happy, successful life. And here I am coming apart for this ruthless badass, begging him to fuck me with every gasp and scratch and soft little roll of my hips.

Why does it feel like he's too good for me? Like I'm barely even worthy to be surrounded by this rock hard, heavily inked flesh?

He releases my nipple with a moan, and kisses back to my mouth, pulling me in for another long round of lips and teeth. I'm losing my mind, and I'm finally okay with it.

Moving my lips off his, I push my mouth to his ear, brushing my nails on the back of his neck. “Fuck me, Chris. I'm ready for you. I'm yours for tonight.”

And I want to be for a whole lot longer than this trip in Vegas. I keep that part to myself, and it isn't hard with his jade green eyes beaming pure desire into mine.

There's heaven and hell and worlds I don't even understand in his gaze. I think I'm addicted.

He shifts, pushing my legs around him with his hands, then aims his tip straight into my wetness. He pushes into me slow and steady. There's a force between my legs, the feel of flesh giving way for the first time.

I clench my teeth and moan, feeling the pleasure already behind the small sharp pain. I never imagined being so full.

“You're so fucking tight,” he snarls, taking a new fistful of hair, holding me down. “So hot, so wet, so beautiful, and so completely mine.”

Mine.

I whimper incoherently when he says it. It's all I can manage as he pulls his hips back, one jerk, before rolling into me harder again.

My legs hook tight to his. Several strokes in, I start to grind back, my pleasure building through the discomfort. My pussy stretches tight to his cock, struggling to adjust to him, but I know I will.

He glides through me, bringing his mouth to mine as we fuck. Our tongues thrash together, matching the rhythm of our bodies. Everything beneath my skin turns molten, like a great lava wave rising up, setting every nerve on fire.

“This pussy, fucking hell,” he growls, quickening his pace. I'm not sure how he can even talk over the explosions that are imminent. “I love it, Delia. Every ripple, every inch, every time you clench. I love how goddamned perfect you feel wrapped around my dick.”

The L-word triggers something deep within my brain. For a second, I hear I love you, but I know that's not what he's saying.

This is just fucking, after all. Amazing, mind blowing, bed slapping sex. And I'm okay with that tonight.

I'm too busy clutching his skin and feeling him rampage into me to care about anything else. Just before I start to come on his cock, he shifts up, grabs my ass and starts pulling me up to meet him for deeper, harder strokes.

“Chris! Chris! Oh, fuck –“

My orgasm chokes off whatever nonsense I'm about to say. I come hard, pulling at his length, and he pounds into me harder still, slamming my ass deep into the mattress, jerking me onto every inch of him.

My pussy clenches, explodes, sends shockwaves through my entire body. At some point, I'm screaming, especially when the hard impact of his flesh on mine jerks to a stop.

There's a noise like an avalanche crumbling in his throat, explosive and wild.

I feel him swell inside me as my pussy sucks at his cock. Then, a second later, he explodes, growling like a feral animal. I swear there's heat beneath the rubber shaft ballooning inside me, filling with his come.

He comes hard, his cock jerking deep inside me, emptying his heat into mine. His hips slam mine into the bed, forcing out a few last shallow strokes, and his pubic bone grinds my clit until there's nothing but hot white lightning filling my eyes.

I wonder what he'll feel like when we're fucking skin-to-skin.

Wait, when? I barely have the energy to catch myself as my brain sizzles in a thousand directions, oozing out my ears, sated but hungry to do it all over again.

He pulls out and yanks the condom off his dick, leaning toward the small waist basket next to our bed to get rid of it. God, he's gorgeous, even when he's doing something so mundane like this.

“Just as good as you've been dreaming about, yeah?” He gives me a wink like he already knows the answer.

He's so damned cocky. But right now, I can't help it, because I smile back, and haul my exhausted body up for another long, salty kiss.

I can't keep myself away from his lips. For the next week here, that's okay. Thank God we have an entire seven days.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and that goes double for us, as long as we're step-siblings. I want to see more of the town, and forget about my traumatic first encounter with sin city in that dirty abandoned theater.

But if he keeps me chained to this bed. I won't complain.

We have to do a lifetime worth of fucking, passion, and love in this bed because it's all we'll ever get.

It has to end here, even if it'll be a hundred times more painful when it does. We can't keep this going when we get back to California. I have to get him out of my system, and I'll run my body ragged doing it, and deal with the bitter memories later.

* * *

I rub my eyes when I wake up the next morning. There's something hot and huge wrapped around me, more comfortable than anything I've experienced.

I roll toward him and reach for his arm, giving it a squeeze to make sure this isn't just a dream. Chris grunts in his sleep.

It's real. All of it. I'm not a virgin anymore.

The full realization that I actually fucked my stepbrother doesn't hurt as much as it should. Maybe it's because he saved me last night, or maybe it's just because this feels so fucking right.

And that's what worries me. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I know our paradise is temporary.

It can't last. It won't. Las Vegas is our break from reality, and in six more days, we'll be heading back into the numbing gray sands of our ordinary lives again.

As if on cue, Chris wakes up, opening his eyes. The jade green color turns teal when his irises catch the sunlight streaming in through the blinds.

There's something hardening against my thigh. I brush my hand beneath the sheets, feeling his cock, and he grinds it against me.

“My, my. Can't you say good morning?” I smile, feeling a delightful new wetness between my legs.

“No, I save that shit for virgins, and you're not one of them anymore.” With a wicked grin, he kisses me, bringing one hand between my legs.

All it takes is a few strokes with his fingers to open me up, make me aching wet, ready to surrender every inch of me.

“We need to wake up,” I moan, suddenly excited to see the city again.

Remembering how the dead men threatened me, ran their vile hands all over my body, doesn't sap my excitement. I'm going to be a lot smarter today, and hang close to Chris. It's surreal how far away it seems, like it was all a bad dream.

I wonder if that's shock setting into my brain, or if his cock has some kind of magical memory altering powers.

Chris ignores me. He rubs his cock against my clit, dangerously close to fucking me right here. I need to stop him before he goes in bare. I've been on the pill since I turned nineteen, but I don't know if he's clean after all the women he's had, a world of experience that dwarfs my one brief night with him.

Sex is happening before we do anything, and I'm not going to protest. It makes me smile that he hasn't gotten bored yet. I guess he really meant everything he said last night, and it's good to know it still stands, here in the full white light of a summer day in Vegas.

“Fuck the coffee,” he growls, breaking our latest kiss. “It can wait. You wanna get up, babe? Then come with me.”

He pulls me up from the bed and leads me by the hand, stopping only to grab his pants. Probably for more condoms.

A minute later, we're naked behind the luxurious glass, feeling cool water splashing our backs. He eyes the rivulets running down my body like a thirsty animal, and he leans into my neck, trailing the biggest droplets down to my breasts with his tongue.

Being so exposed, so wanted, makes me feel more self-conscious than last night. I still can't believe this sex crazed badass actually wants me.

But I'm starting to believe it.

He pulls at my nipples and sucks each one soft, growling into my chest, sending his vibrations deep underneath my skin. The sensation joins my blood and I moan. Our bodies sing, attuned to taste and touch, scent and sight.

Every sense I've ever had, plus several I didn't know about, come alive like never before.

“Put your hands against the wall, babe. Bend your hips. I'll do the rest.”

I let out a little whine, but I'm not protesting. I'm struggling to imagine his mouth all over my slit again, or his dick mounting me from behind, slapping my ass with those forceful thrusts.

He sinks down on his knees, and he spreads my ass cheeks. His mouth finds my pussy from a whole new angle, and I jerk my hips from the sensation. Good thing I'm boxed in by the slippery wall after all.

I lean into it as he starts to tongue my clit. His licks alternate this time, moving from my clit to push deep inside my opening. He licks and sucks and even uses his teeth until I'm almost on the brink.

“Let yourself go, baby,” he orders, wrapping his arms around my legs for support. “I've got you, and I'll taste every fucking drop that gushes out of your hot little cunt when you come on my tongue.”

His tongue focuses on my clit again, but he adds two stiff fingers to my pussy too.

Oh, shit. Oh, damn.

Oh, oh, oh!

My whole body explodes in another tense, five minute O. The sensation of the water striking my back makes me think of a storm, and nothing else.

Hurricane Chris owns me, works me over the way only a man with too much carnal knowledge can. He's obsessed with my body, and I'm becoming addicted to him.

Dangerously addicted.

I come, bucking against his hand, his lips. A scream tries to make its way out of my mouth, but the truth is I'm too breathless, too lost in the raging pleasure ripping through me.

I don't even notice he draws away until I start to come out of it. I feel his shadow standing over me, pulling at my hips with his hands, hearing a condom packet ripping open.

He reaches behind me for my chin, twists my head, and makes me look at him before he fills me again. “Thought you deserved to know you're built to fuck, princess. I'm going to use the fuck outta you 'til I've spilled every drop of come in my balls. This week, and this week only, you're mine.”

That word. It makes everything inside me coil, build, and want. Turns me so wet and horny I want to turn around and beg him to fuck me, to own me, to make me come so many times I can't stand up.

The cruel reminder comes hidden in his need. He pulls my face to his and we lock lips. He won't stop kissing me as he pushes inside me, fucking me faster than last night.

We fuck freely. I don't need to loosen up anymore. I have a tiny inkling what to expect from his cock.

I can handle him and enjoy it without any crazy surprises.

So I think, anyway, until he starts hitting stroking that spot deep inside me that causes my knees to buckle.

“Oh. My. God.”

Chris makes a rough sound, somewhere between a gasp and a chuckle. He quickens his thrusts, swinging the full force of his body into me, making my ass ripple. His balls swing up and slam into my pussy each time he drives deep, and I'm catapulted out of my mind.

“Come for me again, beautiful. Come as hard as you fucking can.”

There's no holding back. Pleasure cascades through my veins like the steady patter of the shower all over us. Somehow, he manages to hold me up, keeps me from crashing onto the tile floor.

I'm melding with the water by the time I start coming down from my latest convulsions. And Chris won't have it, he won't let anything carry me away from him.

His hips speed up, and he throws himself into me like a jackhammer. One hand finds its way between my legs. His fingers assault my clit, hard and wild, while I'm already on overload.

I never thought I'd learn to come again only seconds apart. But Chris is full of surprises, and he's owning every inch of me right now.

My eyes pop open and I gasp, holding my breath. That wave I thought I'd lost rises up all over again, and his cock hits my depths, forcing me to leap off the edge all over again.

“Don't stop coming now, babe,” he whispers, deep and gravely. “I'll scorch you from the inside-out by the time we're done. Come with me!”

And I do. I keep coming as he swells and explodes inside me, releasing a pent up growl from the pleasure. His hips pinch me against the wall as he fills me, pulsing deep inside me, unloading the fruits of his pleasure in that damned condom.

We come together, hard and long, both of us straining for breath by the end of it. Chris pulls out and cleans up. Then his hands are all over me again, rubbing soap into my skin, exploring me in a calmer, tender way that still gives me butterflies.

Our kisses say more than words can. It's too perfect, except for one little thing.

Fucking him like this isn't enough. I need him deep inside me, bare and unsheathed, giving me those deep strokes with nothing separating his cock from my silk.

I know I'm losing my mind when I want to feel his come inside me.

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I really did lose my mind yesterday, and sex is my way of dealing with the terror.

I have to listen to reason. We can keep having fun, but we can't go too far...right? And if we do, I might not be able to stop wanting him.

Later, when we towel ourselves off and throw on our robes, heading out on the awesome balcony for our morning coffee, I realize I'm already in too deep.

He had me from the very first kiss. Mine is just a highlight, an afterthought, a reminder that there's no earthly way we'll ever share the same room with a quiet heart and dry panties.

I'm scared. I don't know how I'll ever find my way back to normal.