I let my long, brown hair spill over the side of the couch as I lay down. Once my shorts were hiked sufficiently up my ass, I tugged my pajamas top down, stretching the neckline until one naked breast popped out. The second I heard Liam's footsteps in the hall, my pulse picked up, and I pinched my nipple to get it nice and tight for him. My heart was pounding, my blood absolutely rushing. But with a smirk, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

I was going to fuck with him tonight. Hard.

Because he deserved it. He had me living in his house since my breakup last month. He had me following his rules. I couldn't speak to my ex, and I was banned from old friends who were bad influences. That was all fair enough, because it was more than true. But if he was forcing me to live with him, wasn't it some sort of basic etiquette to fuck his countless girlfriends a little more quietly every night? I mean every night.

And it wasn't even their moaning and screaming that bothered me. It was Liam. It was Liam and all the dirty, sexy, painfully hot filth he growled under his breath while his cock impaled whatever lucky girl was up against the wall between us. Take it... that's good, baby, suck it nice and wet for me. Fuck, just like that... swallow it, baby. Don't waste one fucking drop.

Then I always heard her moan like she'd just tasted a revelation.

It was torture. The deepest, wettest, most breathless torture every night. All I could do was lay there in bed, my hand in my panties, my mind flooding with fantasies of how I would never let any of Liam go to waste. It was incredibly shameful, but I'd had the dirtiest fantasies about him since the day I first laid eyes on him.

Honestly, how could I not? It was a dinner at my mother's house, and my seventeen-year-old self had opened the bathroom door to see his naked, sculpted ass before me. His muscles clenched and unclenched as he fucked a girl mercilessly against the wall. Not her pussy. Her mouth.

He was relentless and unforgiving, and neither of them noticed me at all. I'd opened the door just seconds before he exploded in pleasure, filling my ears with insanely long, deep, sexy grunts. The sounds tore straight from his hard chest and went straight between my legs. And it didn't stop there. "Let me see that tongue," I heard him mutter on my way out. "That's a good fuckin' girl."

God.

I'd basically been dreaming of being Liam's good girl since that day – which was bad. I knew it was. It was all so wrong and dirty, but the funny thing was that I was truly anything but. I was rigid, borderline innocent, which was why Liam grew so quickly and fiercely protective of me.

It was complicated, but my first everything came in college. First kiss, first base, first night of real sex. All of it happened sophomore year with Ethan, my first boyfriend. He was handsome, preppy, and two years older – the respected secretary of the oldest frat on campus. He was perfect and sweet until we got engaged two years ago. Then a switch flipped, and he became insane and controlling.

He came from old money and expected me to act like the perfect Stepford wife his family demanded. I was to wear only certain necklines. I was to never have more than a glass of wine in one night. I was never to sit, act, or speak with anything but the elegance of a duchess, and I could only associate with friends he approved of.

We had only missionary sex. I never came. He once said a woman's orgasm was irrelevant and that sex toys were for whores. Masturbation of any sort was forbidden. So I learned to fantasize and find pleasure in my sleep.

Of course, that led to a morning when I woke up to Ethan screaming in my face, launching spit in my eyes, furious that I'd moaned Liam's name in my slumber. He said I was never to see or speak to him again. I refused to comply. He screamed louder. I broke up with him. And here I was.

Liam knew the breakup had come because I'd said someone else's name in my sleep, but he didn't know it was his. Fine. I didn't need him to know that part. All I needed was for him to know that I sometimes had intensely sexual dreams, because the second he walked through his apartment door and saw me exposed on his couch, I was going to pretend to have one of those dirty little dreams right in front of him.

Like I said, I was going to fuck with him. As hard as I possibly could.

My heart slammed against my chest as I heard his shoes approach the door. I felt the cold air in his loft hitting my naked skin, making my nipple pebble even harder. My terry cloth shorts were hiked up so high they were putting delicious pressure on my clit. I could feel it pulsing deeper and deeper as Liam turned the doorknob.

I had seen the ways he ripped his stare off me when I came out of the shower or when I wore so much as a sports bra and shorts. I had heard him sock his friends in the other room when they mentioned his "hot stepsister" and her "perfect tits." I knew he thought of me in ways he refused to admit, because his friends hinted at it when they were plastered.

So as screwed up as it was, I couldn't wait for him to see me naked, even partially. Come on, Liam, come in and have a look. I kept my eyes shut, relaxed as I heard the heavy front door swing open. My heart slammed with every footstep.

Click. Clack.

Then silence.

"Fuck," I heard Liam breathe out hard.

I willed myself not to smile or smirk, but his lust was instant and audible, and I found myself praying that he would just lunge and pounce on me, grab me, fondle me, take my tits in his mouth, and suck until I came from the stimulation alone.

But he didn't. All he did was stand there. I lay there wondering if he was taking a mental picture. Or an actual picture? I wouldn't mind. Maybe Ethan had repressed me for too long, but I actually thrilled at the thought of my nudes in Liam's phone. I was turned on just thinking about his hand wrapped around his shaft, his veined bicep pumping as he jerked off to my image.

"Jesus Christ... Sasha," Liam finally whispered my name. I didn't stir. "Fuck," he cursed again, his neat footsteps quieter as he came toward me. "Sash. Babe." He sat at the edge of the couch. I heard him suck in a sharp breath. Every nerve ending in my body lit on fire as his hands slid under my backside to find the hems of my shorts.

He was covering me up, but I had made it impossible to do that without touching me where I wanted to be touched. Another string of profanity hissed through Liam's teeth as he pulled at the terry cloth, his fingers stroking my naked ass the whole way down. He shuddered. I heard and felt it, and I was sure I did not imagine the little groan that escaped his lips when his thumb brushed over my hot pussy.

"Fuck, Sash, you're killing me." His words confirmed his torment and made me laugh inwardly. Now you know how it feels, I thought, keeping my breathing steady as I felt the heat of Liam's stare move up to my exposed breast.

I could actually feel his tortured sense of obligation. And I loved it.

He felt the need to cover me up. He was my stepbrother, older by four years. He had protected me since the day he met me, and this moment was no different. But at the same time, he was a red-blooded man, and I had, in the words of his friends, "the most amazing fuckin' tits" that I knew his lips were desperate to suck on. "You know you wanna bury your face in there," I had heard his friend A.J. laugh one night. "You said it yourself, she's hotter than any of the girls you've ever fucked. You just don't have the balls when it comes to her."

It wasn't that.

Liam had the balls. He just had too much respect for me. And for once, I wanted him to lose some of it. I had had enough of being treated like a princess, a delicate flower, a doll, or a damaged little bird. I was done with that. I wanted to be taken and ravaged. I wanted Liam to help himself to my body, to look at me, touch me, squeeze me however he wanted.

But thus far, I was only getting the first part of that. Come on, Liam, I willed him to give in and break every unspoken rule I knew he had for me. Touch me, I begged him. I could practically hear him thrusting his fingers into his hair as he stared down at my tits.

"Fuck, Sash." His whisper was filled with the truest agony I had ever heard as he hovered above me. "Fuck, you're so goddamned gorgeous," he growled as he grabbed my neckline, squeezed the cotton, and pulled it up to cover my breast. No, no, no. Just like that, I was no longer indecent. Damn it, Liam, I cursed.

But I wasn't giving up just yet.

"Baby, please wake up." I could hear the desperation in Liam's voice as he touched my arm. But I kept my eyes closed and my smirk hidden. He thought he was in pain now, but I still had a world of hurt left for him.

Eyes closed, I sighed and stretched out on the couch in a way that had me springing free from my laughably flimsy top, right back to indecent. My back arched, presenting both my naked tits to Liam, soaking in the sounds of his tortured, ragged breathing as I proceeded to fake my sexy dream.

"Mmm," I breathed, my breasts bouncing as I relaxed from my stretch.

"Christ, Sash... Sasha, wake up." Liam came back to me. His hand cupped my cheek and patted lightly. "Sash. Babe. What did you take?"

Nothing. I used to take sleeping pills when I was with Ethan, but I had stopped. Liam didn't know that, which worked well for my act.

"Fuck, baby, don't do that." His pleading trailed off as he watched my hand slide down my terry cloth shorts, slowly starting to rub. "Sash, wake up, baby, please. I'm fucking dying here."

I didn't wake up for him. I writhed on the couch as I began rubbing my clit gently, giving myself only a fraction of the release my wound-up body was so desperately craving. I was dying to come in front of him, almost as much as I wanted to see what his handsome face looked like right now. I could just imagine Liam clawing at his short, dark hair, those dark green eyes probably glinting with thick lust and deep anguish. I got unbearably wet just picturing it.

"Christ," Liam hissed, pacing away and coming back. He repeated this several times until he decided he was going to stay. He was going to watch. The fire of his gaze sizzled against my skin as I groggily circled my clit. I moaned, grabbing my breast.

"This can't be real," Liam whispered as I gently fondled, lightly bouncing myself in my hand. He groaned louder. "Sash, you have got to be kidding me. You've gotta be fucking, fuck, Christ, babe, just fucking do it. Touch yourself for me, baby. Let me see you come."

Yes. He was losing control. I could hear it. I could hear the sound of rubbing denim as Liam rapidly stroked his cock. I had gotten him so hard he couldn't help but get off in front of me. Yes, yes, yes, Liam. Oh God, it was the worst thing I had ever done, but I had never been more turned on in my life. Apparently, neither had he.

"Baby, you're gonna make me come so fucking hard."

I was almost there myself. I was close to coming and I wanted so badly for him to touch me. I didn't want to blow my cover, but I couldn't help myself either.

"Liam," I breathed.

I opened my eyes. My arousal shot straight through the roof. God, yes.

He was standing over the couch, his emerald stare blazing as he stroked his naked dick. I couldn't help but stare as it lay in his palm, thick, smooth, and fully erect, a drop of pre-cum beading at its pulsing head. Liam cursed. A torn look ravaged his shocked eyes, and I could tell he was trying to snap out of it. His biceps twitched as he tried to stop stroking, but it was in vain. He was a hundred eighty-five pounds of pure muscle, but he couldn't stop jerking off in front of me. It was such an unbelievable turn-on. He couldn't tell if I was awake or dreaming or if it was all a prank, but it didn't matter at this point because I had gotten him too hard not to get off. He needed desperately to cum.

And so did I.

"Liam, touch me," I begged softly, one hand reaching for him, the other still rubbing my clit. Liam's eyes were wild. He forced them away from me.

"Fuck." He winced as he stopped stroking. I could see him desperately fighting through his lustful haze. "What the fuck am I, holy fuck, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. Liam, don't stop. Please. Let me help you come."

"Sash, I have no idea what's going – "

"Liam." I shut him up when I sat up on the couch, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft. He stared down at me, every inch of his inked and muscled body in total awe, rendered useless by my hands.

"I'm here. I'm awake. I know what I want, and what I want is to make you come. Can I?"

His frantic eyes studied me, unable to process the moment. His smooth, gorgeous lips opened and closed several times before he found his words.

"Baby," he frowned so deeply, so handsomely. "This isn't supposed to be happening. I don't know what just came over me right now, but we can't."

"Answer me, Liam. Don't you want me to suck on your cock?" I gave his smooth tip a slow, full lick that made his head fall instantly back. A brutal groan dispelled from his lungs toward the ceiling.

"Fuck, do that one more time."

I did. Even slower this time, followed by a little suck.

"Fuck!" He growled, pulling my hair. "We can't do this, baby. We can't."

"Yes we can. You want this, I want this, and I want you to come down my throat, Liam. I want to swallow every drop."

"Baby," his protest cut off as I began sucking his flared tip like a lollipop, reveling in its thick, silky smoothness. His body caged around me.

"If you don't stop – "

"I don't want to," I whispered before dropping my mouth as far down as I could on his shaft. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked, giving my all with every tight, wet pull. Liam finally surrendered.

"Fuck, Sash."

He growled and fisted my hair with both hands, moving my head back and forth over his rock-hard length. He pumped his hips, thrusting into my mouth and forcing me to take as much of his steel cock as I could manage.

"Christ, baby, you're so fucking good," he rasped, driving himself in and out of me. My lips swelled numb within seconds. They stretched around him, hot, tingling, and happy to accommodate his girth.

"God fucking damn it, this is wrong," Liam hissed, stroking my hair and fucking between my lips before holding my full mouth suddenly still for a moment.

"Look at me, Sasha," he demanded, his head pulsing at the back of my throat as I looked up at him. I savored the sight of my stepbrother glaring down at me, his dick in my mouth and his hands tangled in my hair. I had waited ages for this moment, fantasized endlessly about it. I had been told by friends and frenemies alike that it would never happen. Not only was I Liam's stepsister, I wasn't the type he went for. I wasn't the type of dirty, sexy, bad girl that he needed. And they were right. I wasn't.

But I was for him.

"Listen to me." Liam rocked lightly, slowly into my mouth as he growled at me, a predator sedating his prey. He shook his head as he took me in, my mouth still sucking dutifully on his cock. "You were the only thing that was off-limits, Sash. It took everything in me to be just a good brother to you," he seethed, tightening his grip on my thick waves, his words sending the hottest thrill through my body. It rippled over every inch of my skin.

But what he said next surprised me. "You're gonna wish you never did this to me, babe," Liam whispered fiercely, dropping a hand to my neck and wrapping his fingers around my throat. "Now swallow when I cum in your mouth."

With that, his seed speared endlessly onto my tongue, seeping like a hot waterfall down my throat. I was barely touching myself anymore, but I shook to orgasm from merely watching Liam's gorgeous face contort. He gnawed his teeth as he flooded my mouth with his bitter pleasure, his grip tightening on my hair, on my throat. In that moment, it felt like I was his.

In every way, Liam owned me. Yet at the same time, it felt as if he were freeing me, giving me the escape I had wanted from the sweet little princess I was supposed to be for him. That poor, damaged little thing. I wanted her gone. I deserved pleasure too, and now, I was finally getting it.

"Good girl." Liam's eyes smoldered into me as I flashed him a peek of my clean tongue before running its tip along my parted lips, cleaning up the last few drops of his seed that had overflowed from my mouth. He watched every second of my display before shoving me back down on the couch, still possessed by rage and lust.

"Now you're going to come again for me, Sash. And this time, you're going to say my name."

He climbed on top of me and slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping with instant strength and speed that brought me quickly back to the edge. The second he sucked the tip of my breast into his mouth, I was unraveling. But it only got better.

With the heel of his palm pressed against my clit, a storm of sensation rocked my whole body. It was merciless, and suddenly I was screaming his name.

"Again," he growled.

"Liam! Oh God..."

Liam stared into my eyes as he watched me come and come down, fire flaming behind those pools of dark green. Withdrawing from my pussy, he slid his finger into my mouth. I was weak but sucked it dry, feeling the last bit of his cum drip onto my belly as my exhausted, deliriously pleasured body failed to stay awake.

The last thing I remembered before drifting into true slumber was Liam. He carried me into my room and tucked me into my bed.

I had the capacity to wonder what the hell he must be thinking before finally falling asleep.