16. Talon

16

TALON

TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD

Ten months later…

L ena is eighteen now.

I’m close to having enough money to get us out of here; whether she agrees to come with me is another matter, especially since she was not up for it when I suggested it ten months ago.

Another year of saving since we first kissed and a promotion to assistant manager at JJ’s means I’ve accumulated the measly sum of four thousand dollars. It’s enough to strike out on our own, and I’ll find a job quickly wherever we go.

It’s been three days since Lena’s birthday. Thankfully, the Wilsons have gone on vacation out of state to visit family, leaving us alone.

I’m sure Lena’s been thinking about the deal we struck. She’s eighteen now, and it’s hard to stop my mind wandering to all the dirty and depraved things I want to do to my little foster sister.

I watch Lena fidget with the hem of her shirt, her brow furrowed with worry. “Are you still planning to leave?” she asks, her voice small and uncertain.

I lean against the kitchen counter, crossing my arms over my chest. “I told you, I’m saving up enough money from my job at the grocery store. Once I have enough, I’m out of here.”

Lena’s shoulders slump, and she bites her lower lip. “But I thought... I thought you’d stay. For me.”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Lena, we’ve been over this. I can’t stay here forever. The Wilsons are toxic, and I need to get away before they destroy me completely.”

I watch Lena shift in her seat, her fingers twisting in her lap. The silence stretches between us, thick with tension.

“About our deal...” she whispers.

My cock twitches at her words. I’ve been waiting for her to bring this up since her birthday three days ago. “What about it?”

“I’m eighteen now.”

I push off from the counter and stalk toward her. Her breath catches as I lean down, caging her between my arms against the kitchen table. “Are you saying you still want me to fuck you?”

Her cheeks flush pink. “Yes.”

I drag my fingers along her jaw, tilting her face up. “You have no idea what you’re asking for. The things I want to do to you would break most people.”

“I’m not most people.”

A dark laugh escapes me. “No, you’re not. You’re mine.” I grip her chin harder. “But once I have you, there’s no going back. I’ll corrupt every innocent part of you. Mark you. Ruin you for anyone else.”

Her pupils dilate, and it drives me fucking insane.

“I’ve thought about bending you over this table countless times. Watched you doing dishes, imagining how pretty you’d look with my hand around your throat while I fuck you senseless.” I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Is that what you want, Lena? To be destroyed by your psychotic foster brother?”

She shivers against me. “Yes.”

“Say it properly.”

“I want you to fuck me, Talon.”

The taboo nature of our relationship only fuels my desire. She’s off-limits, forbidden fruit, and I can’t resist the temptation.

“Talon, I—” Her breath hitches as I press my body against hers.

“I will, but not right now.” I want to draw this out and savor our forbidden desire in every torturous moment.

Lena’s eyes widen at my response, her chest rising and falling sharply. She wants this, but I’m going to make her wait.

I step back, holding her gaze. “Come with me.”

Confusion flickers in her eyes, but she follows obediently. I lead her to her bedroom, a place I’ve invaded so often without her knowledge. I close the door behind us, relishing the privacy. I spot a pair of her dirty panties crumpled on the floor and smirk.

I can feel Lena’s eyes on me as I bend down to pick them up, inhaling her unique scent. It’s heady and musky, filling my lungs and making my cock even harder.

Lena’s breath catches, her cheeks flaming red as she realizes what I’m doing. I see the moment her eyes drop to the bulge in my pants, her gaze raking over me with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” I confess, my voice hoarse as I climb onto her bed. I kick off my shoes and loosen my belt, freeing my straining cock.

Lena watches, rapt, as I wrap her panties around my length, stroking myself slowly. “I’d imagine what it would be like to finally give in. For me to slide into that tight, innocent pussy of yours.” I remember the countless nights I’ve tortured myself like this.

“Did you ever touch yourself with my underwear?” Lena’s voice is barely a whisper.

I chuckle darkly. “So many times. I’d inhale your scent and imagine you were riding my cock.” I lick my lips, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I stroke myself faster, the fabric of her panties soft against my skin. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about defiling that sweet body of yours.”

“Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?”

Lena’s eyes flicker with a mixture of desire and hesitation. I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head as she considers her response.

“Tell me the truth,” I growl, my patience waning.

She takes a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the floor. “Yes.”

Hearing that word leave her mouth sends a bolt of arousal straight to my cock. I’m rock hard, aching to be inside her.

“Show me,” I command.

Lena’s eyes widen, her face flushing a deep crimson. She shakes her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—I can’t.”

I climb off the bed and step toward her, relishing the fear and desire warring in her eyes. “You can, and you will.” I place a hand on her hip, my thumb grazing the soft skin of her lower back. “Get on the bed and show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.”

Lena bites her lip, hesitating momentarily before slowly lying on the bed. Her eyes are fixed on my cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Close your eyes,” I instruct.

She does as she’s told, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Now, show me,” I demand.

Lena’s hands tremble as she reaches down between her legs, her fingers ghosting over the fabric of her shorts. A whimper escapes her lips, and her hips buck involuntarily.

“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice low and rough. “Such a good girl.”

Lena’s fingers slip under the waistband of her shorts to drag them down along with her panties, her breath hitching as she touches her bare skin. She moans, a soft, breathy sound that goes straight to my cock.

I watch, utterly transfixed, as she reveals her tight, pink cunt. Her fingers tease her clit, circling it slowly.

Her hips buck off the bed, and she throws her head back, losing herself in the sensation. “Talon,” she moans.

My name falling from her lips is my undoing. I step forward, gripping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. And then I kneel down so my head is between her thighs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. “I’ve imagined tasting you so many times.”

Lena whimpers, her hips bucking involuntarily as I blow warm air over her swollen clit. “Please, Talon,” she begs.

I chuckle darkly, relishing her desperation. “I’ve fantasized about this moment countless times. Wondering what you’d look like, spread out beneath me, begging.” I run my tongue along her slit, relishing the sweet taste of her arousal.

Lena moans, her hands tangling in my hair as she tries to pull me closer. I growl in response, my hands gripping her thighs tightly.

“Not so fast,” I warn, my voice husky. “I plan to savor every inch of you.”

I lick her slowly, teasingly, from her entrance to her clit, delighting in the way her body trembles beneath my tongue. I hum in appreciation, the vibration sending her bucking against me.

“Oh God, Talon,” she cries, her hips arching off the bed. “Please, more.”

I chuckle, my breath hot against her sensitive skin. “You have no idea how good you taste, Lena. Like the sweetest candy.” I lick her again, my tongue teasing her clit. “I could feast on you all day.”

Lena whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Please, I need?—”

I suck her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and her hips buck wildly. “Yes, just like that,” she moans.

I suck harder, my tongue working relentlessly as I drive her closer to the edge. Her breath comes in sharp gasps, her body tensing as she teeters closer and closer to the precipice.

“Come for me, Lena,” I command, my mouth never leaving her core. “Let me taste you.”

Lena cries out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm washes over her. I moan in response, the vibrations of my voice sending her even higher. Her juices coat my tongue, and I groan in satisfaction, utterly addicted to the taste of her.

I continue to lick her slowly, drawing out her pleasure, until her body finally relaxes, spent. I kiss her inner thighs gently, my hands caressing her soft skin.

Lena lies there, breathless and dazed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Oh my God, Talon,” she whispers.

I smirk up at her, my lips glistening with her arousal. “Your brother’s good with his tongue, huh?”

Lena whimpers, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and desire. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice thick with need. “You’re so good at that.”

I chuckle, my thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. “You haven’t seen anything yet, princess.” I climb up her body and kiss her quickly, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. And then, I pull away. “Sweet dreams.”

I slip out of Lena’s room, my body still humming with satisfaction. I should feel guilt, remorse, or, at the very least, a sense of shame for what transpired. But all I feel is a deep, primal satisfaction. She’s mine now, marked by my touch, my tongue.

Returning to my room, I know she’ll have conflicting emotions. She’ll regret what we did, especially since it’s so taboo. She’ll question her morals, values, and desire for me. But I won’t let her push me away, not ever.

The Wilsons are gone for the week, leaving Lena and me alone in this house. It’s the perfect opportunity to explore the simmering tension between us. I won’t let her deny what’s building between us any longer. She may feel like it wrong, twisted, or sick, but it doesn’t change the facts. She wants me as much as I want her.

I want her cherry. Her first time should be with me, not some douchebag who won’t appreciate her the way I do. I know she’s thought about it, fantasized about me taking her virginity. I’ve seen the longing in her eyes when she looks at me, the desire that flames in her cheeks.

I’ll start slow, seducing her with soft touches and whispered words, and then I’ll take her. I won’t stop until I’ve claimed every inch of her body, marked her as mine.

Lena’s a smart girl, and she’ll likely regret giving in to me. But I’m not giving her a choice this time. I won’t be gentle or kind. I’ll take what’s mine by force if I have to.

Because underneath that innocent exterior, Lena’s a wildcat, and I intend to unleash her. I’ll show her the darkness within; once she embraces it, she’ll be mine forever.

Sweet dreams, Lena . Tomorrow, your life changes forever.