STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarlett's POV

You rise from your seat, shaking your head, unwilling to listen to anymore of his bullshit. Swiping your bag from the ground, you twist on your heel, stomping off in the direction you came, not caring if you get lost as its far enough away from him.

"If I want to 'piss away' my future, then I'll do it! Its MY future. Not yours. Or anyone else's. But mine. So fuck you"

You pray he doesn't follow you. Not when your anger is so protect and fierce, but Oliver's never been one to shy in the face of conflict. He follows you, and its not until you're back in the brush of tress, navigating your way poorly down the mountain that he grabs your arm and spins you around to face him.

"Let me go!"

You rip your grasp from him, glaring at his mouth which is a firm line at the moment

"Don't fucking touch me."

He shakes his head in disbelief, and scowls.

"You're being fucking stupid"

Your mouth falls open at his brazen remark.

"Stupid? Says the one who dropped out of college"

"This isn't about me! Its about you"

You whip around to storm away but he catches your arm again and pulls you into his chest. You press your hands against his shoulders and push yourself back, stumbling on a root, but quickly catching yourself.

"You're not going to ruin your future, like I have"

"And who says you've ruined it, huh? You can still go back. Don't criticise me about my choices when you're making the same dumb ones!

"Ive been though shit, Scarlett!"

You flinch as his venomous words are spewed at you.

"Much more than you can fucking imagine! I haven't had a cushy life!"

You furrow your brows, hurt lining your frown as you snicker mirthlessly

He really thinks I've had a fucking cushy life?

"Cushy life? I'll tell you about my fucking cushy life, Oliver. How my mother couldn't keep a fucking job. Or a fucking man, and we bounced from house to house, couch to fucking couch. How wonderfully fucking stable my life was? Not knowing if I was going to eat dinner that night, or go another night hungry until she could manipulate another person into providing for us briefly?"

You widen your arms dramatically and scoff.

such

harboured your entire life. Pain just as real and fucking intense as what he's gone

about this

aware of how dry your tongue is

my problems out to be less detrimental than

out of nowhere. His hands are rough on your hips, feeling, squeezing, tugging you

He's so frustrating

his mouth, taste your tongue, only with his caresses. You moan, your lips vibrating against his, and the sounds enacts a growl from his throat as he presses his thick erection against your belly. His arousal is

So fucking stubborn.

"Scarlett, fuck"

the way he groans your name. Its a desperate plea. Like he's dying for another hit of what you can give him. It makes your insides stir animatedly,

"You're so strong headed"

"Mmm, you too"

pulls your neck to his mouth where he trails hot kisses down to the base of

have to choose. Between me and

steps back to pull off his bag, dropping

up

how much you love him, but nothing well. Nothing good.

"Fuck..."

kisses along your mouth as his hands fumble with the button and zipper to your shorts. They pull them free, the denim sliding down your

"No panties?"

you're both directly on the trail, he grabs your hips, guiding you away from the path so you're shielded by a

"You're fucking killing me"

"Do something about it"

presses your back up against a tree, and

Oh shit, oh shit!

remember telling you

you spread them instinctively and there's nothing obscuring his ever gaze from greedily eyeing your glistening slit. Instead of filthy words, his passionate groan makes your thighs shake before he

takes whatever he

shoot to his head, tangling in your hair as he skilfully laps up your slit, drinking in

to him. Anything he wants. Oh fuck... that feels so

replacing is tongue with his thumb to gently stroke your swollen

fuck. So

runs his other thumb teasingly up your slit, before circling your

you keep doing

yes. Cum

thumb, stroking and stretching your walls as his other thumb continuously rubs against your swollen bud, causing you to arch

get enough of him. Wont

love a vast looming entity that alarms