The Brother (Whip 5) ✔️

Chapter 13

STEFAN

My eyes widened as Sasha's palm pressed against my cheek. For a moment, all I could do was freeze since the last thing I expected was for him to do something like that.

Not that I minded since all I was able to think about since pretty much the moment I met him was him. The damned redhead wouldn't leave my mind and every time I closed my eyes, I could see him, his red hair, the soft lips that I so wanted to kiss, and the freckles that seemed to cover every inch of his skin which drove me batshit crazy.

And then, suddenly, he was touching me, his gaze heavy and filled with an emotion I would dub lust if it were anyone other than him seeing as I had never expected to see it in his eyes. Especially after the way I acted at the beginning of our working relationship.

But it was there, the lust, the desire and I was lost. I was lost in his gaze, in his touch, and then, in his kiss.

It was a small thing, a brush of his lips against mine as if testing the waters, but for me, it was an explosion.

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in as he started to back off, taking his lower lip between mine and sucking on it gently as I did so.

Sasha moaned quietly as his other hand grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me even closer.

His mouth opened and our tongues met, the taste of him making my eyes roll back into my skull. He sighed again, the sound of it making my pants tighten and I spread his legs apart, moving my kneeling body between them.

My lips left his, moving down his jaw, leaving small kisses in their wake as they descended to his neck. His hand moved to my hair, his nails digging into my skull as he arched his back toward me.

I sucked on a spot just beneath his ear before moving lower still, licking one of his nipples and then sucking on it gently as my fingers played with the other, rubbing and then pinching it. His back arched even further as I did so, a loud groan escaping his mouth and making me smirk in satisfaction.

He pulled at my hair, forcing me back into a kiss as he started to unbutton my shirt. I smiled, loving the way he took over the control, thinking how much I would enjoy taking it back. My cock was already rock hard and was desperate for the moment I would be able to bury it deep into his warm body.

I kissed him harder, my hands grabbing his ass and pulling him towards the edge of the bed, desperate to feel his body pressed up against mine.

But as I did so, he winced slightly, and I instantly felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over my head as the scene from earlier that evening flashed through my mind.

I froze, my eyes snapping open as I finally realized how wrong this was. He had been attacked, almost raped just a few hours ago and here I was, pawing at him like a dog in heat when what I should have been doing is making sure that he is okay in every sense of the word.

Shame washed over me, and I fell back on my ass.

"Stefan? What's the matter?" Sasha asked, his eyes wide and cheeks rosy as he watched me in confusion.

"I..." I started, my voice breaking as my hands started to shake.

"I... I am so sorry, Sasha. I..." I said as I quickly jumped to my feet, butting my shirt as my head spun.

"What? Why would..." he started but I cut him off.

"I am sorry. I can't do this..." I said as I took a step back, and then another. "I am so sorry," I said again before turning around and leaving the room.