You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 74

I was hoping for a long shower, a nice dinner, and the comfort of my bed.

But the devil had other plans for me. And that plan came in the form of a man in back, with grey eyes and a shiny gold stud glinting on his left brow.

There couldn't be a more perfect villain.

He leaned against the wall just beside the door, hands tucked into his pockets while he stared down at me like a predator being simply amused by its prey.

My feet halted in front of the steps leading the the door. He was back already? I wasn't expecting to see him.

Pushing himself off the wall, he climbed down the steps.

I saw it coming, but I was too frozen to do anything.

One arm snaked around my waist, the other grabbed a fistful of my hair before his lips met mine. He crushed me as he kissed me like he'd been stranded on a desert and I was the first drop of water.

It took me a second too long to try to push him off, although in the end, nothing worked and I just ended up at his mercy, as usual. I had no idea we were moving until my back slammed against the trunk of his car.

He sucked on my tongue so hard I didn't know when a moan escaped me. I only came to my senses when he bit the tip of my tongue.

What the hell!?

That was when he pulled away, resting his forehead to mine.

"Fuck, Green," he thumbed my cheek. "I fucking missed you, you know?"

I swallowed hard, hating that once again I had the taste of him in my mouth.

I turned my gaze away and looked around, hoping no one had seen that.

"You really need to stop doing that," I kept my voice low and tight while I avoided his gaze.

"Stop doing what? Kissing the fuck out of you?" He chuckled. "Yeah, in your dreams."

Before I could come up with a reply, he grabbed my hand —and started tugging me toward the passenger seat of his car.

"What're you doing!?"

"Taking you home. I need you for the night." He didn't break his stride.

"What the hell? Have you lost your mind? You can't just come in here and whisk me away like—"

He spun me so quickly my words scattered in my head. One hand pinned me against the car, the other lifted to cup my jaw. His kiss this time was shorter but just as lethal.

There was always something about his kisses. Didn't matter if they were long or short. They always had a way of freezing my stupid brain for a moment.

He pulled back just enough to speak. "I haven't touched you in four days. I need to fuck your brains out."

Then he opened the door and tossed me in.

"Hey! I don't want to go with you. You can't—" The door slammed shut in my face before I could finish.

I tried the door , but it won't open. What in God's name!?

I watched him circle the car and slid into the driver's seat.

"I'm serious. You can't just come to my place and take me against my will!"

"Well, I can and I just did." He turned the key, bringing the engine to life.

"It smelled so good I almost didn't want to eat anything else out there." His thumb found my clit. Through my thong and without skin contact, he applied pressure on the clit, pushing in with his thumb. A disgraceful moan came out, broken.

Fuck, which crush could I think of?

"I drove at a crazy speed back home," he rolled circles around my clit. "For this very moment." He moved the thumb down to my entrance, teasing me. My neck arched on its own accord. "To eat you off my table."

Jasper.

The name clicked in my head just as Void lowered his face to my legs.

I thought of him—my childhood friend. The one I probably would've grown up to be very close to had Void not ruined our relationship.

I closed my eyes and imagined him to be the one between my legs, his hands spreading my thighs apart while his tongue licked all the way from my thigh, hovering over the spot where I ached the most.

My hands gripped the table tight, a shiver running through me at the anticipation of the contact.

His tongue teased me, licking around the edges and bikini lines. He touched everywhere but the very spot I wanted him to.

Fuck, Jasper!

I didn't realize I was bucking my hips to meet him until he laughed against my folds, a sound I felt in places words shouldn't reach.

"Relax, Green. I'm starving too," he told me just before he finally claimed my mound with his mouth.

He didn't just eat me. He licked me like I was leaking the finest wine and he was desperate to drink me dry.

My moan twisted into a hiss as my back arched clean off the table. My poor legs quaked in his hands, helpless and strung out on every flick of his tongue.

And as he ravaged my pussy like you would a favorite meal, one thing dawned on me: the voice when he spoke—it wasn't Jasper's.