My Sister's Boyfriend Shouldn't Know How I Taste

Bella's pov

Something heavy pinned my lower body down. It crushed my lungs until every breath felt like the last one I would ever take.

It was a nightmare that felt so real. Yet I knew it was a dream, so I tried to ignore it. Still, every second made me feel like my life was slipping away.

A frown settled on my face right away. I did not open my eyes. I never wanted to. I needed sleep. I knew I did, and my body agreed with me.

I tried to turn onto my side. Maybe my sleeping position was the problem. But no matter how hard I tried to move my body, it did not move.

It felt stuck under something warm, heavy, and big. The frown on my face grew deeper. What could it be?

This was my room. There was absolutely no way I was sharing it with someone else.

I forced my sleepy eyes open. A sharp gasp escaped my lips. My hand flew to my mouth. My eyes widened in complete shock as I stared at the sleeping man next to me. His eyes were closed. His breathing was steady and even.

It cannot be. No, it cannot.

I tried to blink it away. Every time I opened my eyes, I wished it were all a dream. But reality hit me hard. It hit me twice.

Kane was on my bed. He was bare as he was born. His lower body rested on me. The most unbelievable thing of all? I was naked as well.

But that was not what made my heart flutter.

Kane Harper is the second son of the Harper family. He is my sister's boyfriend. They even plan on getting engaged soon, though a date hasn't been set.

And here I was, on the same bed with the same man. There was clear evidence that something had happened between us.

Something I have no memory of. Something I can neither deny nor accept.

I was done. I could feel my body shivering as the image of Lisa's crying face flashed before me. I shook my head hard.

This is clearly a mistake. And a mistaken night should not be considered as anything, right?

Kane has always been the type with a charm that left all the ladies swirling and desiring him. And truth be told, I have been among those ladies. But never did I ever think of actually sleeping with him.

Because he chose my sister over me. That was enough to show me my place.

Slowly, I pulled myself from beneath him. My lips hung between my teeth as I held my breath. I hoped I would not end up waking him.

But that hope came crashing down the moment his deep, calm, yet heavy voice thundered. I jumped off the bed from pure fright and ended up landing hard on the floor.

My bare bottom slammed against the cold, hard floor. Shock waves of pain traveled throughout my body. A soft whimper escaped my lips.

When I looked up, he was wide awake. His piercing bright green eyes gently observed me. There was no shock or surprise on his face.

He should be as shocked as I am, right? Clearly, this can never be something either of us planned.

I frowned. But the frown quickly turned to shame when I realized I was still completely naked. I yanked the sheets and threw them over my body, hiding what he had probably already seen.

"W-what is happening?" I whispered, still trying to settle myself into the situation.

I watched his brows furrow into a thin line. "What have you done?" he asked. Panic shot through me at once.

"No... I-I... I did not do anything." I breathed out. A drop of sweat rolled down my temple.

"Bella." He muttered my name, low and husky, like he was getting turned on by the situation.

I gulped and lowered my gaze. I could not bring myself to look at him. Those eyes echoed promises that my body reacted to, even though I knew it was wrong.

"Look at me, Bella." He voiced the words. I looked up even as I fought myself not to. But his words felt too powerful, too compelling to ignore.

"You did this on purpose, did you not?" he whispered.

I gritted my teeth. He was accusing me, and I hated that. Clearly, I am the one who is shocked here, and he still has the nerve to point fingers?

"You have always wanted to be on my bed, trapped under me while I fuck you to unconsciousness, have you not?" He cocked his head to the side and gave me that look that mocked every little bit of dignity I had left.

"You have never liked the idea of seeing Lisa enjoy everything while you simply watched." His lips pulled into a wicked smile. "right?"

I gulped, fighting for the right words to defend myself. But everything vanished as soon as the words came to me.

"N-no... you are wrong." I breathed, shaking my head. "I have never thought of you in that way... not after you chose Lisa."

He cocked a brow as amusement flashed in his eyes. "You did have those thoughts... Interesting."

"No... that was then." Panic shot through me as I explained. "I never planned for this... I swear."

"Then why are you in my room? And on my bed?"

His question left me perplexed. Really, why was I here, of all the places I could be?

I parted my lips to speak, but words failed me. I lowered my head. My heart pounded erratically in my chest. My fingers trembled. I gripped them tight to keep them still and sucked in a deep breath.

"I... I do not know."

He said nothing. He pushed himself out of the bed and stood. He straightened his arms, flexing his muscles for my view with zero shame about how his big, long dick jolted with his movement.

He turned and found me. A glint swept across his face, so familiar and evil.

"Lisa would be so heartbroken if she finds out about..." I cut him off.

"Please do not tell her..." I pleaded.

Of everything Lisa can hate me for, I do not want her to hate me because of this.

He gave me that look that clearly said he was not buying it. And I knew him. Kane always does what he says, and he does not care if it would break Lisa.

"I beg of you." I rushed in. "I will do anything... anything... just do not tell her."

At this point, I was desperate to keep it a secret. Desperate to hide the truth. Desperate to cover myself from this mess I had created without knowing.

I had never really been the best of a daughter, nor a sister. But Lisa? She had been more... and the only one I could run to.

If she finds out about this, I will be doomed. And Mom and Dad will not hesitate to cut me off.

His eyes sparkled with the feeling of finally finding a newfound interest. "Anything?" he repeated.

And at that instant, I regretted ever saying that word. Because looking at the smirk on his lips, I knew I was done for.

"From today henceforth, you will come running to me whenever I call. And whatever I want, you will do it without complaining." He said.

"And I will fuck you whenever, wherever, and however I want."

Kane's POV

I have lived out my craziest sexual fantasies, and I did not plan on stopping anytime soon.

Not while Bella stayed out of my reach. The way she carried herself always pulled my eyes to her. She walked like she owned every room, flaunting that perfect round ass I could never stop thinking about. In my mind I saw it bare. I pictured my hands cupping and spreading her cheeks while I pushed my dick deep into that wet hole that would drip only for me.

She had never been easy to control. She always carried herself too high, too sure of her own power.

From the first moment I stepped into the Calvin mansion, I knew I wanted her. I caught the look in her eyes right then. She stared at me with clear hunger and quiet need.

I knew she would open her legs for me if I had simply chosen her. But that would have been too simple. I hate when things fall into my hands without a fight. The real pleasure comes from the chase, from the slow work of trapping what I want and locking it away.

Bella Calvin sat right at the center of that hunger.

Still, I chose Lisa. She is the quieter one, the older sister. She thinks like a businesswoman. Bella, on the other hand, loves parties and spending money without a second thought.

Choosing Lisa never meant I wanted her. I only needed her standing there, a living reminder that fed the thrill while I brought Bella to her knees, begging me to take her.

I was deep in those thoughts when Stephen's loud voice cut through them.

"Fuck! That bitch is hella hot!" he shouted. His eyes burned with lust and open need.

I turned toward the woman he meant. I studied her with care, noting every detail. She was blonde. Her breasts looked large and firm. One glance told me they were implants.

That alone turned me off. I hate anything fake. I want what is real, and Bella has the real thing in every way. Not even Lisa comes close.

The picture of Bella in her red two-piece beachwear rose in my mind again. Her breasts bounced with each step. Her ass moved in a way that called to me without words.

I let out a heavy breath. Frustration rose in my throat because I still could not claim her-not yet.

I, Kane Harper, always get what I want. No matter how hard the path looks.

I pulled my eyes away from the fake woman. My gaze moved around the room. I did not know what I searched for, but I kept looking. Then I stopped. A small frown settled on my face.

I looked back at the woman in red. From behind she looked exactly like Bella. The shape of that full, round ass left no doubt.

Bella.

But what was she doing here?

I waited for her to turn. I needed to be sure before my mind ran wild with every dirty thing I planned to do to her.

She stood with a mixed group of friends. The others did not matter. My eyes stayed on her alone until she finally shifted.

She turned, and I saw her face clearly. Oval shape. Full lips painted in soft nude color. Large eyes that swept the room, landed on someone, and then softened into a smile.

"Over there," she said quietly.

They walked toward the table Ralph had already claimed. His whole face lit up. He showed every tooth as he waved them closer.

Why does he smile like a boy seeing a girl for the first time? I hate it. I hate him. I hate the way he tries to impress her with money that means nothing.

Nothing cut deeper than watching Bella smile back at him. Worse, she let him put his arms around her.

Anger rose hot inside me as I watched his hand stay too long on her ass. He gave a light pat before he let go.

I wanted to walk over, hit him hard, and tell him to keep his hands off. But I had no open reason, so I forced myself to stay seated.

"Isn't that Bella, Lisa's sister?" Stephen asked.

I clenched my jaw and said nothing.

"Damn, she's fire!!!" he went on. His eyes followed her as she sat. "That ass!" He licked his lips, and I wanted to knock every dirty thought straight out of his head.

I hated the way other men looked at her. No one else is allowed to think of her that way. Only me.

"She'd make an amazing fuck," Stephen said. I hit the side of his head.

"Ouch, dude, what was that for?"

"Eyes off," I said. My voice came out low and hard. I was not joking, and he understood.

Stephen laughed a little. "Why? You plan on marrying both sisters now?" he pushed.

I gave him a cold look. He swallowed and shifted on the couch.

"Come on, Kane, you can't be serious." His face broke into a grin. He leaned in. "You know I know you best. I'll set up a good deal with the Ashtons. Just connect me. Let's be brothers-in-law."

When I stayed silent, he cleared his throat and waved it off. "Whatever." He turned back to the women dancing, watching them move in ways that stirred him but left me cold.

If anything, their movements only fed my irritation. I had come here to push Bella out of my head-the ass I cannot stop wanting, the lips I want wrapped around my dick while I push into her throat, the eyes that look at me with a pull I cannot ignore.

I wanted everything she had and everything she did not yet know she carried. I wanted all of it.

But I prefer the hard road. The fight makes the win sweeter.

I looked back at her table. Ralph said something, then stood with one of the men who had arrived with Bella-Mike or whatever his name was. I did not care.

They walked to the bar. Bella stayed with the others, talking. I watched her so closely I could count her blinks and the times she laughed at their words.

I could watch her for hours. Yet something made me glance toward the counter. There I saw Ralph take a small cup from his pocket and empty it into one of the wine glasses they had ordered.

He whispered to Mike. They both laughed and hugged like men sealing a deal, then carried the drinks back.

Ralph placed the glass with the drug in front of Bella.

He wants what is not his. I can respect the nerve, but nerve alone will not be enough.

I did not jump up to stop it. Why would I? She did not need saving in that moment.

Bella does not drink much. She has never handled alcohol well. Whatever he put in the glass only helped her lose the sharp edges of herself.

I watched Ralph put on a show of worry once the drug began to work. He offered a quiet room so she could rest while the party went on.

He helped her stand. Together they moved down the narrow hall.

"I'm leaving," I said and rose.

Stephen's head turned fast. He frowned. "But we just got here."

I ignored him and walked away. Behind me I heard his voice, loud enough to reach me.

"Should I send one over?"

"Don't bother." I did not look back.

I knew the confusion on his face. I had arrived and now left without taking anyone.

I went straight to the elevator. Every second felt wasted. Halfway down the corridor I saw Ralph. Bella still walked, but her mind floated somewhere else.

She kept laughing and reaching for places on him she should not touch. He kissed her once, light and quick.

"Hang in there. We need a room first." His voice shook with excitement. "Fuck, why is this room so far?" He pulled out keys, but Bella knocked them from his hand. They hit the floor.

"Fuck!" he cursed. He let go of her to bend for the keys.

I stepped in and wrapped an arm around her waist before she could fall. I held her steady.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out for putting me through this," Ralph said as he stood. Then he froze when he saw me.

"K-Kane?" His voice cracked. Color drained from his face. "What are you doing here?"

I did not answer. I only raised one brow. "Fuck, huh?"

Fear flashed across his face. He shook his head hard. "No. I didn't mean it that way."

"I was only... shit... I was only joking," he added.

I knew the lie. I had no time left for him. I looked at Bella, soft and unfocused in my arm. A slow smile pulled at my mouth.

"I'll take her home."

Ralph's eyes went wide. "What?"

"Are you deaf?"

He shook his head again. "I-I'll leave her with you." He turned the wrong way at first, then corrected himself and hurried toward the exit.

I almost laughed. People fear me as if I might bite. I do-but only the ones I choose.

I looked down at Bella again. Her hand slid down my chest until it found my dick and squeezed.

A soft breath left me. Dark thoughts settled in.

I had not planned to take her tonight. Yet seeing how ready and open she already was, I decided to give her exactly what her body asked for.

My hand moved from her waist to her ass. I gripped it hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh through the thin fabric of her dress.

She made a low sound, half moan, half sigh. That sound ran straight down my cock. It pushed against my pants, thick and eager, already leaking at the tip.

"Mmm." She bit her lip and let it go slowly, eyes half-lidded and glassy. My cock twitched hard as I stared at those lips and pictured them stretched wide around me, warm and wet, drool sliding down her chin while I fucked her throat.

"Fuck," I growled under my breath.

I dropped the last thin wall of control. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the room that always waits for me. Her body was soft and pliant against my chest, legs dangling, one hand still loosely curled near my belt.

The door shut behind us with a solid click. I set her down on the edge of the bed. She swayed a little, then reached for me again, fingers clumsy as they tugged at my shirt.

"You feel so good," she murmured, voice thick and distant. "So hard..."

I caught her wrist and guided her hand lower, pressing her palm firmly against the thick ridge straining my pants. "That's all for you, Bella. Feel how hard you make me."

She squeezed again, a soft, needy sound leaving her throat. I pushed her back onto the mattress and yanked the straps of her dress down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her waist, freeing those full, natural tits I had imagined for months. No implants. Just soft, heavy flesh and tight pink nipples already peaked.

I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, hard, teeth grazing the tip. She arched with a broken moan, fingers sliding into my hair.

"Kane... don't stop..."

Hearing my name on her lips like that nearly undid me. I switched to the other breast, sucking harder, while my hand shoved her dress the rest of the way off. She wore nothing underneath. Her pussy was already glistening, lips swollen and parted.

"Look at you," I rasped, spreading her thighs wide. "Dripping before I've even touched you properly."

I dragged two fingers through her folds, slow and deliberate, collecting the wetness. She whimpered and tried to close her legs. I held them open.

"No. Keep them spread. I want to see everything."

I pushed one finger inside her. Tight. Scorching. She clenched around it immediately. A second finger joined the first, curling against that soft spot that made her hips jerk.

"Oh-fuck-" Her voice cracked. "It feels... so deep..."

"You have no idea how deep I'm about to be," I told her, working my fingers in and out with wet, filthy sounds. "This tight little cunt is going to take every inch of me tonight."

I pulled my fingers free and sucked them clean while she watched, dazed and panting. Then I stood, stripped in seconds, and fisted my cock. Thick, heavy, veins standing out, the head already slick.

I guided it to her entrance, rubbing the blunt head up and down her slit, coating myself in her arousal. Every time I nudged her clit she gasped and lifted her hips, chasing more.

"Please..." The word slipped out of her, soft and desperate.

I held back, teasing, watching her try to impale herself on me. "Please what, Bella? Use your words."

"Please... put it in. I need it."

A dark smile curved my mouth. "Good girl."

I pushed forward in one hard, relentless thrust, burying myself to the hilt.

She cried out, loud and raw. The sound fed something primal in me. I stayed still for a long moment, mouth open, feeling her tight walls grip and stretch around every thick inch. A single tear slipped down her cheek. I leaned in and kissed it away, tasting salt.

"Fuck, you're tight," I groaned against her skin. "So fucking perfect. Better than every fantasy I ever had about this pussy."

I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. The bed creaked. Her tits bounced with the force. She moaned brokenly, nails digging into my shoulders.

"Mine," the word rolled out of me as I set a hard, deep rhythm, taking her like she had always belonged under me. Her body answered every thrust, clenching hard, sucking me deeper.

"You feel that?" I growled, gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. "That's my cock claiming what's mine. This pussy was made for me."

"Yes-" she gasped, head tipping back. "Don't stop... harder..."

I gave her harder. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. I reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I fucked her, watching her face twist with pleasure she couldn't control.

"Come on my cock, Bella. Soak me. Show me how much this little slut body needed me."

Her walls fluttered, then clamped down hard. A sharp cry tore from her throat as she came, pulsing around me in strong, rhythmic waves. I didn't slow. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release.

"That's it... take it. Take every drop I'm about to give you."

I buried myself deep one last time and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot spurts. My hips jerked with each pulse. I stayed locked inside her, grinding slowly, making sure she felt every throb.

"Bella Calvin..." I breathed her name against her mouth. "Mine."

I took her mouth again in a deep, claiming kiss. She kissed me back, lost in the dark, with no idea who claimed her so completely.

Bella's pov

"And I will fuck you whenever, wherever, and however I want."

The words would not leave me. They circled endlessly while I dragged my feet across the floor, watching Kane walk ahead. Broad shoulders. Straight, unyielding back. I could not look away even when I tried.

He is my sister's boyfriend. Soon to be her husband. I slept with him. The memory itself is gone-blank, unreachable-yet my body carries every trace of it. Traitorous, aching, insistent.

My fingers found the red mark on my neck without conscious thought. His mark. Evidence I could not deny. I hated the ease with which I folded for him, the way resistance drained out of me the moment he spoke. Listen. Bend. Obey. That was all that remained.

And still, beneath the shame, a dark satisfaction stirred. This had been the secret I carried for years. I should have felt something close to victory. Instead the knowledge sat heavy and sour. Because the way I received what I wanted now threatened to break Lisa, and that truth pressed against my ribs with every breath.

"Get in."

Kane's voice cut through the noise. He was already behind the wheel, those eyes fixed on me-the ones that could silence every thought with a single look.

I cannot do this. Whatever game he is playing, I will not let him win.

"Why am I the one being threatened here?" My voice held steadier than I felt. My hands trembled; I locked them together to hide the shaking.

He did not answer at once. He stepped out of the car, walked around to me, and spoke with quiet finality.

"Because you are the one who stands to lose everything. Not me." He opened the door and pushed me inside. The slam of it made me flinch.

I watched him settle behind the wheel, hands sure and controlled. The engine roared to life. In moments we were moving through the night.

"Lose everything?" The words came out sharp. "I don't think so. You're the one losing everything-your arrangement with us, my sister, the perfect wife who will open every door and protect every account. Your reputation. Your status."

I kept speaking, the sentences tumbling faster. "If this gets out, the world will see exactly what you are. A man who could not keep his dick in his pants. A man who slept with two sisters. You'll be finished. No one will stand near you once they know."

I finished breathless, as though I had run a long downhill stretch. I was not certain the threats carried real weight. I only hoped they might make him pause. I could be many things after this night. I would not be his puppet. I would not be the body he reached for whenever it suited him.

He glanced at me. I held my breath and waited. Silence stretched. Then he laughed-low at first, then open and full, filling the closed space of the car until heat climbed my neck. Why did that sound make me feel small? Why did those eyes always strip every defense away?

"You're a good talker," he said when the laughter faded. His gaze found me again and held. I froze. The look pinned me in place, the way a predator holds something already caught.

"But it doesn't touch me. Want to know why?" A quick check of the road, then back to my face. "I will not think about it your way. I will think about it mine." A slow, knowing smile curved his mouth. "I only agreed to marry your sister because of my father. He decided, for reasons of his own, to pull an old friend out of bankruptcy."

I stared. "What?"

Bankruptcy. The word sat wrong. Who was drowning? And why did he make the marriage sound like charity instead of partnership?

He smirked. "I forgot. You prefer nights of parties to days at the company. How were you ever supposed to know?"

"Do you mean... the company..." The rest stuck in my throat.

He chuckled. "Don't look so lost, Bella. I mean exactly what I said. If you don't want your family living on the streets of LA, you will do exactly as I tell you."

His voice dropped, quiet and absolute. I swallowed against the sudden tightness in my throat. He smiled and turned back to the road.

"Stop fighting it. We both know this is what you have always wanted." Another glance. I looked away, toward the dark blur of the window. Anything was safer than meeting those eyes.

"If you hadn't thrown that ass at me, I might never have looked twice. Or maybe I would have. Nothing entertains me more than the two of you-one who pretends she doesn't want it while her body begs, and the other a loyal little fool who still believes the world is kind."

I clenched my fists until the nails bit skin, fighting the urge to strike him hard enough to leave a lasting mark. How had I ever loved this man? This calculating, filthy creature who moved people like pieces on a board and called it amusement?

How had I been so blind for so long? And why, even now-with the truth laid out in front of me-did part of me still lean toward the very thing that would ruin everything I claimed to protect?

Everything about him pulled. The clean line of his profile in the dashboard light. The expensive scent of his cologne filling the small space between us. My body answered before my mind could stop it, a low, unwanted heat gathering low in my stomach. I knew I should run. Far and without looking back. Instead I sat here, breathing him in, already lost to the one person certain to destroy me.

Kane looked over and smiled. My heart stumbled, then surrendered, even as every clear thought left in my head screamed for me to get out.