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As Samantha got in the shower, Killian leaned his forehead against the cool bathroom door and imagined what it would be like to just walk in, shove his little sister to the tiles, and finish what they had started. He was pushed hard again, he was shortly after Samantha had hand job him to make him spill his semen on her skin and he had to admit that it was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. But he had no time to abuse his sister's momentary lust for his purposes.

The digital clock on one of the dressers told him that the club would open in a few minutes and he had to make sure that Viktoria didn't get the idea of paying him a visit after her gala. And he needed to talk to Thomas. Killian backed away from the door as the sound of water stopped and when Sam emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later with damp hair, tight jeans and a plain t-shirt, he really had to restrain himself not to take them off again.

God, how he wanted to get his hands on her breasts again, suck and nibble on them until she screamed.

"I can blow dry my hair here, you should shower too." He should, but at the thought of washing her scent off himself he felt a strange sense of loss and wondered if Sam felt dirty for what they had done what they had done.

"Do you regret it?" he asked, although he hadn't meant to ask her that question. Her cheeks began to glow again, then she straightened her shoulders and looked him straight in the face. She wasn't technically shy, but considering the taboo they had broken and their inexperience, it was a natural reaction.

"No," she said quietly, quickly walked past him, looked for a socket in the other corner of the huge one-room apartment, and plugged the hair dryer into the socket. The roar of the device and her back turned to him made it clear that she didn't want to talk about it and Killian left it at that. The "no" was enough, but even if she had said yes, he wouldn't have believed a word she said. He had felt how excited she was, how quickly she had become wet under his fingers.

He quickly went to the bathroom, got into the shower and worked on his erection by taking it in his hand and imagining what else he would do with Sam, what he would show her. But the quick relief under the cold water was only a cheap imitation of the orgasm his little sister had given him. Satisfied that his erection was going away, he changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt as well and stepped out of the bathroom.

His short dark blonde hair would be dry in minutes, unlike the long mane of curls that Sam was still trying to tame when he was done. She was sitting on the floor, the cord of the hair dryer seemed to be too short to reach the socket near the floor while standing. She had pulled her feet under her buttocks and her long blonde hair moved slightly in the hot air from the hair dryer. Her hair was lighter than his, sun faded and so beautifully silky that they shimmered in the sun like a river of silver.

He clenched his hands into fists, resisting the urge to go to her, reach in and pin her to the floor as he unbuttoned his pants and made her curl her pink lips around his cock and make true what he wanted her to do had promised. He just didn't have time for that, even if his loins clenched painfully again.

The roar of the hair dryer stopped and she ran her fingers through her hair to check its condition before getting up, turning around and freezing in the same moment. Samantha started when she met her brother's gaze. He stood there looking at her with a mixture of excitement and suppressed desire and her body responded with a tingling of pleasure in her stomach. She saw the bulge in his jeans and tucked her hair behind her ears in embarrassment before trying to find her voice again.

"I want to go dancing," she said softly, only realizing the silent request when she heard her words herself. Had she just asked Killian's permission? She had never asked her brother if she could do anything or not. He had been constantly issuing prohibitions and getting her to comply in one way or another for the most part. But she had never asked.

Now what? Now she felt she had to ask. As if he had a right to as if she actually belonged to him – just as he had asked her to do, and it took a few minutes for Samantha to realize why she was really asking him. She wanted to be his and she didn't want to upset him.

"You can. In my field of vision and you'll do it alone," he countered, and somehow she was happy that he forbade her from associating with other men. He was jealous, which meant he didn't want to share her, that he wanted her to himself.

She nodded silently and followed Killian through the apartment, down to the first floor of the nightclub. It was ten o'clock in the evening and the people who had been officially allowed into the shop for half an hour were already crowding the Bar Music was pounding through the walls to them and she saw Thomas standing at the edge of a window looking out at the crowds, at least until he noticed Killian and Sam and eyed them both with annoyed eyes .