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doing here?
    But it was
him doing it to me. And it didn’t start with him stripping me down and forcing
my lips to his. This had been going on for so long. The love-hate relationship
we were playing. We even did it back then, years ago. He was such a bastard to
me. But that’s the only way he could get my attention. The only way to make me
think about him. And imagine things.
    The
imagination can certainly be, a wonderful thing…
    As our kiss
ended, I was sure for a minute that that was going to be it. Wow. What a
mistake we had just made. What were we thinking? Were we out of our minds?
    Then his
jacket hit the floor and he ripped off his shirt.
    His body was
so hard. It was like a machine. My fingernails, gently weaving lines all over
it, feeling every indentation, every curve. He must have gone through so much
pain to get as strong as he was. So much endurance. So much torture.
    His head
dropped to my waist and he began kissing my stomach – softly, softly, softer…
    Then hard.
    He ripped my
underwear away with his teeth and jammed his tongue into my clit to give me a
moment of stimulation. My fingers fell into the short bristles on his head.
Sharp at the ends. But so gentle side to side.
    He picked up
then in both of his hands and dumped me on the rug in the middle of the lounge.
    I helped him
with his jeans as he staggered down on me, and afterward my bra was removed.
    The eyes of
the bear watched me as we lay naked together.
    But Aiden’s
eyes watched me too.
    His face
twisted, as if conflicted with an instance of hate. For a moment the look
frightened me.
    But then it
changed, and I saw the lust over take him. He rammed his cock into me without
any shred of restraint, and it went deeper into me than even he expected,
because I was that wet.
    I won’t deny,
it was a feeling I’d had like no other. I wasn’t a virgin exactly, but this was
the first extra large sized cock I’d taken. Every part of me was filled, and he
still had more to give. I was taken by the feeling, crushed by his passion over
me, but there was no way I could shake the notion that it was he, Aiden that
was fucking me.
    And I knew as
it was happening, that I still didn’t fully understand his heart.
    For one small
smile to touch his lips, one wicked stare out his peripherals, and I knew that
this too was all part of his game over me. To fuck with my head. To make my
life hell.
    But at the
same time, he could have loved me in the way my heart wanted to love him.
    It was just
the not knowing that really defined us.
    We weren’t
friends. We weren’t enemies.
    He was my
brother.
    I was his
sister.

 
    CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
     
     
    Just when it was getting really good
and awesome, and both of us were getting closer to our own orgasms, bright
white lights moved over the kitchen window. I looked into Aiden’s eyes, his
expression one of confusion because he had yet to see them.
    “Stop,” I
whispered.
    “What?” he
snapped at me.
    “The people
are here for you.”
    His head
jerked back in alarm, and then he jumped off me.
    I sat up, my
body shaking. Feeling loved and rejected all at the same time.
    “This is all
your fault,” he said to me. “If you hadn’t touched me –”
    “Hey, fuck
off you bastard,” I yelled back.
    He crouched
grabbed hold of my dress. He threw it to me.
    “Put it on,”
he said.
    As I was
doing so, Aiden rushed to the window to peer out whilst pulling up his jeans.
    Then he
turned back at me. “Go downstairs. Hide in one of the rooms. Hope they don’t
find you.”
    “What about
you?” I replied.
    “Will you
just do it?”
    “No,” I said
rushing over to him. “I don’t want to leave you.”
    “Stop that talk!”
he shouted at me. “This means nothing! This is all in your head! It never
happened!”
    Banging at
the front door.
    “Go!” he
shouted.
    I let go of
him and ran in the direction he ordered.
    Before I even
got to the room, I could hear the sound of glass being smashed and Aiden