DARK SEDUCTION {EROTICA SHORT STORIES}

ANASTASIA’S POV

Sick fantasies or dreams. Call them what you will, whatever I had buried for five years came clawing to the surface last night. I had come apart on Isaac’s cock. Not once. Not twice. But three fucking times.

Even now, as my eyes blinked open, the memories slammed back into me, vivid and unforgiving. Heat coiled low in my belly, pulsing, spreading down until I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs again, proof that my body still burned for him.

The bed beside me was empty. My chest tightened, but then I heard his voice.

“Uncle, she’s fine. She’s just asleep. Snow, drank a little too much, but she’s fine. We’ll be home in an hour, once she wakes up.”

He was on the phone. My father.

My stomach turned. My head spun. After last night? After everything sinful he’d done to me everything I’d begged for, he was speaking so casually, as if nothing had changed.

I stretched, trying to shake off the fog, but the soreness hit instantly, a sharp ache blooming between my thighs. A soft whimper escaped me.

“Fuck,” I rasped, my hand instinctively sliding down between my legs. The tenderness there was proof it had happened. That it hadn’t just been some drunken hallucination.

“Snow?”

My head snapped up. He was standing in the doorway now, his voice cutting through the silence. “You’re awake. Good. We need to head home.” His eyes narrowed, catching the position of my hand. “What are you doing?”

I jerked back. “Nothing,” I swallowed.

For a second, doubt gnawed at me. Did he not remember? Did he not want to? Was I insane for thinking it happened? But I was naked beneath his shirt. His shirt I definitely hadn’t put on myself. My body ached with proof. No. It was real.

I shoved the duvet aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. His shirt was too big, pooling around my thighs, swallowing me whole.

The moment my feet touched the floor, my knees buckled. My legs trembled so badly I nearly collapsed.

“You okay?” His voice softened, a flicker of concern crossing his face.

I gasped, clutching the bedframe for balance, before a shaky laugh bubbled out of me. “Yeah. Just… you were too rough last night.” I forced the words out, hoping, needing, to drag a reaction from him.

His smile spread as he started toward me. “Ana?” he said, and the way he said my name curled in my stomach. “We fucked last night. You don’t need to pull a reaction out of me. Or were you too drunk to remember screaming my name?”

My throat went dry. My pulse raced. That was bold. Very bold especially for someone who just wrecked his cousin.

I gulped.

“Or…” His voice dropped lower. “Do you need help remembering?”

He didn’t wait for my reply. His lips crashed over mine, hungrily. He tugged me close as his tongue plunged deep, tasting me and claiming me all over again. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp as he deepened the kiss, swallowing the sound.

My head spun, my body trembled, and I knew then. I was undone. All over again.

My hand slid down the hard lines of his chest, over the ridges of muscle that tensed beneath my touch, until my fingers fumbled at the straps of his trousers.

Before I could slip further, Isaac caught my wrist in his large hand, breaking the kiss. His lips lingered near mine, but his eyes, those piercing green eyes locked on me with unflinching heat.

“Not satisfied?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against my skin.

I swallowed, my breath shallow, my pulse skittering as my eyes danced in his.

The corner of his mouth lifted, sharp and wicked. “Pretty sure I fucked you so hard last night, Ana. You're still shivering and you want more?”

His words dragged heat rushing straight to my core and my thighs clenching in ache.

“I just—” My voice faltered, my lips trembling before I forced the truth out. “I just wanna taste you.”

The silence that followed was thick. His grip on my wrist tightened slightly, his thumb stroking my skin as if he were weighing the request, deciding whether to grant me what I craved or make me beg for it.

His gaze darkened, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths.

“You want my cock in your mouth, Snow?” he asked finally, the question coarse, demanding, as if he already knew the answer.

My lips parted, and I felt my cheeks flame. But the need inside me was too strong. I nodded.

Isaac’s mouth crushed against mine again, stealing my breath. His kiss was rough, consuming, and I melted into it, whimpering softly as his tongue tangled with mine.

Then his hand slid up, fingers threading into my hair until his palm gripped the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. His lips lingered on mine for a second, then he pulled back just enough to whisper against them.

“Say it.”

A shiver coursed through me. My chest heaved, my heart hammering as his green eyes pinned me where I stood.

“Tell me you wanna suck my cock, pretty,” he murmured, his grip tightening, forcing my head to tilt slightly. “I’ll let you.”

The words ignited something reckless in me, burning away hesitation. My lips parted, my voice trembling but soaked with hunger for my cousin's cock. I wanted to choke on his cock so bad.

“I… I want to suck your cock, Isaac.”

His grin was slow, dangerous, like a predator savouring its prey. He leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine, teasing me with another kiss that barely landed before pulling away.

“Good girl,” he rasped, the praise sending heat flooding through me. His hand released my neck, sliding lower, guiding me down. “On your knees, Snow.”

His words rattled through me, leaving me trembling with a mix of nerves and aching need.

My body obeyed before my mind could catch up. I sank slowly, the cool floor pressing against my knees as my hands slid up his thighs, pausing at the waistband of his trousers.

Isaac’s grip stayed in my hair, firm but not cruel, tilting my head just enough so I had to look up at him. His gaze burned down at me, heavy, unreadable, making my stomach flip.

My fingers fumbled with his belt, tugging it loose, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room. I pushed his trousers and briefs down, my breath catching as his cock sprang free so thick and hard with veins pulsing, flushed at the tip.

My lips parted on instinct, my pulse hammering in my throat.

“Pretty sight,” he muttered, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Now open that mouth wider for me.”

Heat flooded me. I wrapped my fingers around the base of him, my hand barely closing around his girth.

Tentatively, I leaned forward, my lips brushing the head before parting wider, taking him in.

The salty taste of him hit my tongue as I sucked softly, swirling my tongue around the swollen crown. A deep groan rumbled from Isaac, his hips twitching forward as his hand tightened in my hair.

“Fuck, Ana…” he growled, his voice ragged. “That’s it. Take more.”

Encouraged, I pushed lower, my lips sliding down his length, my throat stretching to accommodate him. I gagged softly, my eyes watering, but his groan, low and guttural spurred me on.

I set a rhythm, bobbing my head, my tongue tracing every ridge, every vein, while my free hand pumped the base. My other hand pressed against his thigh for balance, feeling the taut muscles tremble under my palm.

Isaac’s breath grew harsher above me, tiny moans breaking out of him despite his effort to stay controlled. His hips rolled in subtle thrusts, matching my pace, his grip guiding me.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice raw.

I dragged my eyes up, locking with his and it was almost as if the sight undid him.

A broken curse slipped past his lips as his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm.

“Fuck… you look so good with my cock in your mouth, Snow.”

The praise sent another rush of heat through me, pooling low, my thighs clenching as I moaned around him. The vibration made him jolt, his head tipping back briefly before he looked down at me again, lips parted, eyes dark.