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SIENNA
"What's on your mind?" Soren's question snapped me out of my thoughts.
I gasped, looking behind and when I saw no one, I heaved a sigh.
"I thought I saw Simon behind us right now."
Soren chuckled, "it's only in your imagination, Señorita."
I clutched my chest, puffing a breath.
Thanks goodness.
I snapped Soren's chest when I remembered the name he just called me now.
Señorita.
The name made me feel chilly.
It would always remind me of my wet dreams with Simon which I so didn't much want to recall right now.
"Don't call me that name, ever!" I warned, raising my finger high to show I meant it.
It sounded more sexy from Soren and the thought of giving myself to him again made me nervous.
Was it his big rod or the way he bit my nipples like his life depended on it?
His hand moved up my chin, his fingertip tracing my jaw.
"I hope I didn't bite you too much? Did I?" He raised a brow and I gave him a wry smile, "I guess I really did but you're making me think of another nipples sucking moment, Sienna." He sighed, gesturing towards my chest.
I cussed under my breath, covering my "seeds" with my hands.
This pervert!
"Soren, this madness has to stop, okay?"
He curled his lips into a crooked smile, full of mischief.
"Not when you're not wearing a bra, Sienna."
I hissed, running my fingers into my hair.
"It's summer, Soren and there's heat!"
He chuckled softly, cocking his brows at me.
"Doesn't make sense though. There's heat, yes and does that makes other women out there kibe around the street "bra-less"?"
I balled my fists, biting the insides of my cheek.
"I'm indoors, Soren." I reminded him, "I can fucking do whatever I like!"
Why was I even explaining myself to this fool?
He stepped closer, leaning in.
"Same reason why I want to do things to you, indoors." He whispered, his hot breath against my face, "why? Because you're mine, Sienna. I can do whatever I like with you. I can finger you, fuck you and kiss you any freaking time I want."
I shook my head, lips trembling.
"No, you lie." I said even though I knew I could never break from the troubles I had thrusted myself into.
A sly smile smile spread across his face, teasing and confident.
"Not when I still have your pantie in my drawer."
My breath caught in my chest.
He had evidence against me and as long as this remained, I would be bound to him.
I wanted to break free from Soren.
He was my step brother and I am tired of basking in guilt every damn moment.
"I'm done with this depravity, Soren." I told him, my voice clear and unyielding. His smirk widened and too bad, my pussy dripped for him at that moment.
I clamped my thighs together, trying to send away the urge to spread my legs for Soren but it still lingered.
I had to fight it.
I had to….if I wanted to keep my sanity.
"Mom would never believe you still." A proud smile tugged at my lips as I said, "what were you searching for in my room in the first place and why should you take my pantie?"
Shit!
I should've asked him all of these in the first place.
I should've threw these questions at him at the BDSM club when he caged me beneath me, slamming his road deep in me.
Oh fudge!
"Mom believes everything I say, Sienna." He paused and drew some breath in, "besides…" he trailed off, slipping his phone out of his pocket, "I have the recordings of your moans every damn night you finger yourself."
My brows widened, eyes darted wide.
I almost fainted when I heard the soundtracks.
My palm splayed across my mouth.
I was left astounded.
How the hell did he know when I touched myself?
I just hoped I didn't mention Simon's name in any of the recording!
Soren had so much control over me than I knew.
"This could be voice shopping!" I swallowed hard, tucking strands of my hair behind my ear nervously.
He scoffed, "Voice shopping? Shut up the hell, Sienna. You think mom doesn't recognise your voice?"
My knees were like rubber. I bit my fingers nervously.
I was done for.
If I ever wanted Soren to keep my secret then I had to obey every of his fucking command.
"Cooperate, Sienna and your dirty secrets are safe. I won't snitch on you, not ever."
I looked up to behold his eyes burning with mischief in them.
"You're a devil!"
He shrugged, "whatever. At least I don't touch myself like an helpless drugged slut."
Damn.
I facepalmed myself, biting my bottom lip.
What have I done to myself?
"Now do you want ice-cream, Señorita?"
No, not this name again.
"So... Soren….St…."
He cut in, interrupting my words, "Do you want…. ice-cream?"
His cute blue eyes locked unto mine and at that moment, I melted.
Why did he have to be so handsome?
How can I help but give myself to him?
"Y...yes, I'll take that."
"Good girl." He grinned, and got into his car. "get in." He said and I scoffed, "Allow me change first."
"No, get in that way. Or are you scared too may people would notice your twins because of your thin fabric tank top?" His lips quirked as he asked.
I rubbed my forehead, trying to surpress the urge to smack his head.
"Fine." I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "The owner's seat." He said as I was about to pull the back door's handle.
I rolled my eyes at him.
Devil.
"What are you doing?" I knitted my eye brows when I felt Soren's fingers crawling into shorts.
"What does it look like?" He flashed a knowing smile.
I tried to argue but the moment his fingertips grazed my pussy lips, I kept quiet.
I bit my lips, swallowing a moan.
Fuck.
"Where's your pantie? Why's missing?"