Her Dirty Little Games
“Gonna take my time with you, sis. Make you beg for it.”
The word 'sis' sent a twisted thrill through me, amplifying the wrongness of everything, the heat pooling between my legs.
His free hand trailed down, cupping my breast through the fabric of my dress, his thumb flicking over my nipple until it hardened into a tight peak.
I arched into him, a whimper escaping my lips as he squeezed, rolling the bud between his fingers. He kissed a path down my neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point, then lower, nipping at the swell of my cleavage. Slowly, torturously, he tugged the strap of my dress down my shoulder, exposing one breast to the air.