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Killian looked at her stunned. Her big trusting eyes that glittered in that otherworldly blue and that sweet pink pout that begged to be kissed. He felt bad about it, felt like he was manipulating her because it couldn't be that she felt the same way, right?

“I would do anything for you.”

Anything? Really everything? Would she let him kiss her, let him touch her? Would she allow him to live out his most sinful fantasies on her? It was absurd to read something like that into her words. So why did he feel like she was flirting with him?

"You shouldn't say something like that. I could take your word for it," he said earnestly, and Sam blinked a few times in confusion before her eyes began to languish at him again. She was damned his sister, if she flirted it was only subconsciously and if she did it consciously it was just because he was her brother and she trusted him.

“I will never be able to trust any man as much as you.”

And this lack of trust made sure that no man would touch her. Except from him. Her father had traumatized her in some way. She wouldn't trust anyone anymore. Except him. The logic that flowed from her words was totally inappropriate. He was the only man who could touch her. He was the only man she could give herself to.

He was the only man she could feel lust for. And he was her damn brother, so broken. He was so broken. She hadn't meant it that way, he knew that. So why couldn't he get rid of that thought that he could even help her with it. Why did he find in these words an excuse for his desire? He was sick, it was perverse and wrong.

"Then do it. It's true, I owe you everything. You have every right to ask for things like that."

He gritted his teeth. She had to stop talking like that. She had to stop telling him that what he was feeling and what he wanted from her was fine. She had no idea what she was doing said what fire she was stoking in him. Suddenly she pushed herself up to him, her breasts pressed tightly against his torso, her leg running over his crotch. Damn. Too close. She was too close.

Her face hovered close to his." Killian? Are you unwell?"

Was he good? He was very very well. So good that the dam in him burst and he threw every reasonable thought to the wind. He wanted her and she had said she would do anything for him. Anything would happen to him, now he just had to make sure that she didn't back down. Slowly, very slowly. He thought of the look she had given his body. Maybe she wasn't quite sure yet, but she wanted him too. She responded to him.

Of course, she was ashamed of feeling that way and couldn't help not having another man to turn to. She would never get rid of this desire. It was almost his duty as a brother to satisfy her curiosity. He had to take care of her - in every way. The brother inside him disappeared, pushed back by the sly man he really was. The man who wanted this woman. sister or not if she wanted it too, there couldn't be anything offensive about it, right? They were two grown people.

Okay, maybe he would have to make her want it a little bit. Seduction wasn't forbidden. And use their inexperience and trust to gain self-gratification? That could be called fraudulent. One would, but while the brother would never approve, the man only thought that he would have to be or she could never find satisfaction.

She would resist that urge, she would feel harassed and cornered. But also desired and loved. "I'm very fine, sweetie. I love your hair and that little smile on your sweet mouth." He ran his thumbs suggestively across her lower lip as her cheeks turned pink.

His thumb disappeared and she licked her lip as if to savor the taste of his touch. God, if that was what she wanted, he would let her lick everything she desired. A tugging in his loins made it anatomically clear how deep this thought went. Her mouth, her face, her fucking body. It was all made for indulging in sinful pleasures and he wanted to show her how beautiful sin could be if you delved deep enough.

His breath hitched as he cupped her face in both hands and brought his lips to hers. So close, so close to crossing a line they weren't meant to cross. She smiled and her eyes shone with pure trust and joy. He knew that look, Samantha had given him that look since she was a little girl, always just before she grabbed the hem of his shirt and ran after him like a little chick. He had never felt uncomfortable. As a boy he had felt weak because he could not protect his mother from his father. But Samantha had never seen him as the failure he thought he was. He was her big brother, her hero. She had adored him as she did now. She laughed.

"You want to kiss me" she whispered warm breath caressed his lips. He was so caught up in it that he couldn't even be surprised. They knew each other, of course she knew what he was thinking. Damn, probably everyone would recognize that at this moment. And despite that incontrovertible truth that stood between them, she kept smiling. Why was she smiling?

"You're my brother, there's nothing wrong," she said, completely unimpressed, overcoming the few centimeters and laying her lips on his for an absolutely innocent and feather-light kiss. The moment was over very quickly and she put her head back his chest. A kiss between brother and sister, that's all it had been. As innocent as siblings should be. A mere expression of affection. Still, it was like pouring oil on an already hot flame. His hands slipped into her beautiful hair, holding her as he struggled with himself. And lost the fight.