Rebirth (Book 7 of "The Hazard Chronicles - Forbidden Lusts")
Steve wanted to get into his pretty cousin's tight shorts, and make her scream with delight, so badly that he was going absolutely crazy...until he learned that she'd been brutally raped. Now he wanted her even more--but a quick affair wasn't going to be enough. He ached to seduce her, and teach her that making love really could be an incredible experience. More
Steve ached to seduce his pretty cousin, Bess, even though he knew that she was really his forbidden half-sister. But he hadn’t known that their evil bastard of a father had raped her six months ago…and when he found out, somehow he only wanted her more!
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Dampness began to stain his shorts as her seductive scent wrapped all around him and made his blood pound.
What the hell, the worst she could do was turn him down...and then he’d head back behind the shed again, and whack off some more, until the ground was thoroughly soaked. “There’s only one good solution to a problem like this,” he countered with a sly grin.
The trace of hostility chilled to outright contempt. “Turning into your father, Steve?”
Her cool insult made his cock shrivel. “Never. When I take a lover, I don’t stray until we both decide to call it quits!”
The quiet fury in his low voice sounded sincere. Bess eyed him for a moment longer, then inclined her head in reluctant apology. “You’ll have to forgive me,” she murmured. “I’ve only had one partner—and it wasn’t of my choosing.”
Someone had forced her? Icy dread pooled in Steve’s stomach. “Jesus, Bess, I didn’t know...”
“Of course not.” She tossed her long black hair over one shoulder, and laid back on the blanket again. “I don’t go around advertising it. God only knows why I told you. I don’t even like you.”
“Maybe that’s why you did.” To warn him away. And, in some strange way, maybe because not liking him made him a safe shoulder to cry on.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Well, that was blunt enough. “Okay.”
“And I don’t want you hovering over me, either.”
That annoyed him. “Hey, I’m just following orders. You don’t like it, take it up with my mother.”
Like that would do any good. Aunt Cammie knew what had happened to her—and she was one of the few who knew who’d done it. Had guilt prompted her to invite Bess to spend this summer on the family farm?
“How well did you know your father?”
Bess’s sudden question surprised him. Steve thought a moment before answering. “Too well in some ways...and in other ways, not at all,” he finally decided. “Enough to know that I’m never going to be like him.”
“Good for you.”
There was no sarcastic malice in her voice this time, he noted.
“You hated him, didn’t you?”
“More than you could possibly believe.”
There was another long silence, broken only by a soft breeze whistling through the tall grass in the next pasture. A lark flitted by, trilling like an opera singer. Somewhere far away, one cow mooed, and another answered.
“He raped me, you know.”
It was so unexpected that Steve could only gape at her in stunned confusion. “Who?”
“Your father. MY father!” she added with a hateful snarl. “And I hope the vicious bastard rots in hell!”