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Samantha was no longer in the lounge when Killian returned from the drinking session with his new ally, and after the momentary rush of burning panic swept him away, he managed to think rationally. He quickly came to the conclusion that she must have gone upstairs to his apartment.

Still, his heart fell when he saw her petite frame curled up on the couch, just six feet from the bed. Did she just fall asleep here or did she consciously choose the uncomfortable option? He couldn't ignore the pang that went through his heart when he noticed the blanket she must have gotten out of the closet, which spoke for the latter.

It hurt him that she didn't want to sleep in his bed. That was how she built a boundary, and that after everything they'd done together. Then suddenly all he felt was anger. Sam hadn't been uninvolved and if she thought she could just carry on as if all those orgasms had never happened, she was wrong. She was no longer a child who didn't know what she was doing and who could have been accused of insanity. She was a grown woman and one of the most intelligent he had ever met.

If anyone knew the consequences, it was her. It was more than too late to back down. He'd touched her, he'd tasted her, and he'd fucking possess her once he felt Sam was ripe for it – which couldn't be too long after the blowjob in the hallway. With a mixture of fierce determination, Anger and excitement, he approached the sleeping figure, crouched down next to the sofa and gently pulled the blanket from her body.

She woke up immediately, turned to him with a slightly sleepy grunt and met his gaze. No matter what she saw in his eyes, it made her seem instantly wide awake and after what felt like an eternity without a word she reached out to touch his chin with her fingers. It was a feather-light, tender gesture that had nothing intimate about it. Still, his tail twitched.

"Do you want to sleep on the couch?" he asked her through clenched teeth. She couldn't help but notice his displeasure. Sam opened her mouth and then closed it again, then looked down and dropped her hand.

" What if?" she asked cautiously. "I won't force you to do anything, but I won't accept a retreat either," he replied bitterly. Sam bit his lower lip. Did she have any idea what such gestures triggered in him now that he knew how it felt on hers Lips around his cock?

She sat up, brushed her completely messed up hair out of her face, then looked at him again. "I..." she began and then took a while to continue. "I just want to sleep, Killian. With you. But..."

"Not with me," he finished, the corners of his mouth twitching. He was glad that she didn't completely withdraw from him. His anger evaporated, even when he pulled her hand to his mouth, kissed her tenderly and made one thing very clear: "Not today. I understand that, but eventually it will happen, sam. You have to be aware of that.”

With that, he too set a boundary. He defined the nature of their relationship, and made it very clear.

“They'll talk,” she said, and Killian smiled at her. "When did that ever bother us?" He kissed her hand again, leaned in and brushed his lips over hers without actually kissing her. "Let them talk, Sam. I don't care if she cares shred the mouth that we're more than just siblings. Nobody's gonna take you away from me and nobody's ever going to come between us. Okay?"

She hesitated for a moment, seemed to consider his words, and then she put her slender arms around his neck and smiled at him. Killian's hand slipped into her long hair and he buried his face in the crook of her graceful neck. Her body trembled briefly she tensed, expecting him to reignite that fervor between them and finally finish what she had started. But he didn't intend to, at least not entirely.

She would come to him willingly, she would surrender to him once the fire had completely taken possession of her body and she had cast her doubts overboard. Until then, he would be content with the anticipation she aroused in him. The sensual attraction that reigned between them and the arousing knowledge that it was forbidden.

Out of instinct, he briefly kissed her racing pulse on the neck, then rose in one fluid motion and smiled at her as if nothing had happened. "I'm going to take a shower, just go to bed." Samantha looked a bit perplexed for a moment, as if she hadn't expected in her life that he wouldn't actually touch her. She was confused, so much so that her big blue eyes looked up at him in shock. Frightened and disappointed.

Yes, it would be easy to seduce her, pull her close and kiss her until she became trusting in his arms and her body was ready for him. But Killian was getting tired of her constant insecurity. He'd never been a particularly patient man, and while he'd approached this relationship with the best of intentions, upon entering earlier, he'd realized he couldn't take her rejection. It hurt when she pulled away and it made him angry.

Samantha was his, she finally had to really understand that. No more uncertainty, no more waiting, no more doubts. And he would force her to accept it, using her own lust against her. She would come to him. Voluntarily. And then she had no excuse, no excuse for her own longings. Then she would give herself to him.

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Samantha pressed her legs together and was seized with a restless restlessness when the bathroom door opened again and a few moments later the mattress sank behind her. She had never wanted it to be like this between her and Killian. From one day to the next everything had changed and yet she didn't have the feeling that she was really different.

They'd touched, pleasured each other, and Killian was right when he said they were inevitable in bed. And the longer she thought about it, the calmer she became with this knowledge. Still, it was wrong. She knew. But her body wouldn't accept it. Head and heart seemed to speak different languages.

And so that night Samantha was left alone with her confusing feelings and although she wished Killian would touch her at any moment and make the decision for her, she knew something else: He wouldn't touch her, not until she came to him. Over the next few days, she and her brother had developed a strange routine: Kilian was the first to wake up in the morning, training while Sam tried to negotiate a semester off with her university because of the death of her mother and still not miss too much.

She secretly watched out of the corner of her eye how her brother kept in shape and suppressed the longing that flared up in her body. For the afternoons, Killian was gone, Samantha not asking where he was going or what he was doing. It was easy at first but about the third day the self-doubt began.

Although they spent the evening and the nights together, they hardly touched. No forbidden looks, no secret kisses. At first she was relieved that he was giving her a chance to process all that had been said and done. But then she began to wonder if he had grown tired of her hesitation and if he was seeing another woman during the hours he was gone.

Her heart sank at the thought, and that afternoon she cried for the loss of something that had never been hers. He'd said it was inevitable that he wouldn't care what other people thought, but he'd never said it would be more than lust and a warped kind of sibling love. He had asked her to stay away from men but what happened to him? Was he so sure of her that he would dare fuck other women while she was celibate?

As this thought settled in her mind, jealousy swept through her head and about a week into this strange daily routine, she was leaning against the tabletop of the small kitchen corner when he returned five hours later, glaring at him. Killian didn't greet them this time. He looked at her, waiting for her to say something and Samantha hesitated to ask.

He shouldn't know that she was jealous, he shouldn't know how much she missed what he had given her. But the nagging feeling of betrayal and disappointment ate its way to the surface, and she hissed more than asked.

"Is it a woman? Is that why you're always away for so long and don't you dare to hug me?" she asked. Killian cocked his head slightly and... smiled. He grinned at her, the corners of his mouth turned up and he looked at her teasing her so blatantly that she nearly exploded. Was he making fun of her? Did he find it amusing that she was only now finding out about what he was doing and then had the nerve to compare her to said woman? This miserable one. ..

"I'm waiting, Sam. That's all," he said, beginning to remove his jacket and then his shoes and preparing to disappear into the bathroom. Sam ran to the bathroom door and stood in front of it to stop him. She wasn't done with him yet!

"What for?" she asked, still irritated. Killian's mouth twitched again and Samantha resisted the urge to hit her brother. Then suddenly he grabbed. Killian cupped her small waist with both hands and pressed her back against the closed bathroom door. His body pressed against hers and she would have liked to moan longingly. She hadn't felt him for so long, she had never been without his tenderness for so long.

Even when they were just brothers and sisters, he at least hugged her, stroked her hand. But none of that had happened in the last week and it brought tears to her eyes.

"On finally making up your mind, sweetie. To you willingly coming to me," he whispered so close to her lips that Sam couldn't help remembering his taste.

She wanted Killian, she wanted her brother. Driven by this endless greed, she leaned against him, wanted to kiss him, but as quickly as he grabbed it, he let go of her and simply pushed her small body aside. As if she were nothing more than a doll to be put aside. Outraged, hurt and infinitely angry about this rejection, she stomped to the front door.

"Where are you going, Sam?" Samantha didn't answer, grabbed her sneakers, pulled them on and left the one-bedroom apartment. While Sam walked down the small hallway and then down the stairs to the private part of the club with the lounge up, all was still quiet.

The club wasn't open yet, but preparations for the evening were well underway. Frustrated that she couldn't find distraction here, she went down another flight of stairs to the dance floor. Dominik and two people she didn't know stood behind the bar and cleaned glasses while Sam walked past them without paying much attention to them.

"Sammy? Baby, where are you going?" Dom asked, putting down his rag and giving me a sweeping leap across the counter to hurry after her. Sam didn't want to notice him either, just wanted to get away from here. She needed some fresh air , a walk and maybe a few drinks.

Frustration and overwhelm nagged at her, she was emotionally drained and she thought she would suffocate if she didn't... "