Heat of the Moment
Chapter Four
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He looked down at Emilla, "You're my sister, I care about you a lot. I want you safe. I never want anyone to hurt you." He was avoiding the real question. His feelings were confused and jumbled and he didn't know how he really felt about her. He was attracted to her, that much was obvious, but any feelings other than that were fleeting and he didn't know how to answer her.
Vlad squeezed the hand he had grabbed. He wanted to know what he had to say as well. Lukas looked over at him, "I love you Vlad." Emilla made a strangled noise, that's not what she wanted to hear.
Tears formed in her eyes, "Thanks for your," she choked over a sob, "Honesty!" She roughly disconnected the couple's hands with a jealous glare and walked out of the bedroom, completely naked. She couldn't believe that Lukas still viewed her as just a younger sibling. She even confessed to him!
She walked into the living room and slumped down onto the couch. She was in disbelief. He had the audacity to have sex with her and then proclaim his love to someone else. She buried her face into the palms of her hands. She really was hideous, that's why he didn't love her. She cried silently, why did everything have to go wrong in her world? Why couldn't she be the happy one for once?
Her actions confused the two adults still laying on the bed. Lukas got up and decided to go after her. He found her hugging her knees to her chest while sitting on the couch. He sat down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Emilla?" She shrugged him off and gave him the cold shoulder.
"Please..." She whispered with a hurt voice, "Don't deceive me with lies." He pulled her against his bare chest, forcing her to uncurl and lay on top of his equally naked body. He swiftly wrapped his arms around her body, ultimately preventing her escape. Vlad walked in with a pair of boxers and raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend being topped by Emilla. Clenching his fists in animosity, he stormed over to them and tried to pry her off of the Norwegian. Lukas tightened his hold. "Emilla, you should not have feelings for me in that way. I can't return your feelings," he lied through his teeth in the presence of his boyfriend standing in front of them.
She glared at him, "Fine. Whatever. I don't need you anyways." She tried pushing away from him but his hold was tight. He didn't want to let her go, he wanted her to stay on top of him. "Let go of me." She growled. He did as he was told and she stomped away, headed back to her bedroom. She wanted to leave the house again, go somewhere fun where she could relax and forget her worries. Too bad she was too scared to leave alone.
She clad herself in a cute, petal pink, low cut sundress with a pair of lacy white cheeky panties and a white push up bra. She fastened on her sandals and frowned into the mirror. "I feel so ugly under these cute clothes..."
Emilla strolled out of her room, calming down after she mentally degraded herself of all her natural beauty in the mirror. She built up the courage to walk outside, but someone grabbed her from behind. It was Lukas. "Oh no, I'm not letting you out of my sight again." He pressed his black robed body against her smaller figure. "Why do you even care?" He tightened his hold around her narrow waist, "You're my little sister. Why wouldn't I care?" She huffed out and squirmed in his arms. "Just leave me be. I can make my own decisions." Lukas shook his head vigorously, "No you will not! I don't want anyone to touch you." She snorted out sarcastically, "So you're the only one allowed to touch me?"
He grimaced and said, "If you're with me, I can know for a fact that they won't hurt you." She rolled her eyes at him, too bad he hurt her already. "Just leave me alone. I want to go out and enjoy the fresh air. Without you or Vlad right up my backside." Lukas shook his head, "Absolutely not. You're staying here."
Emilla shrugged, "Make me. You aren't the boss of me Lukas. I'm an adult."
This disrespectful attitude made his blood boil. He bent to the side and hooked his arm behind her knees and struggled with holding her, especially when she was thrashing viciously in his arms. "Let me go!" She commanded indignantly and twisted to kiss him on his lips. This caught him off guard, forcing him to falter in his steps before he could cage her in his room. She dashed off like a frightened rabbit away from Lukas and knocked into Vlad.
She hit the floor and looked up and Vlad apologized, "Woo, sorry." He then noticed the frightened look in her eyes, "Hey, are you alright?" He stuck out a hand, but she ignored it and pushed him out of her way. She sprinted to her bedroom, thinking she'd be safer in there. She slammed the door shut quickly and locked it, propping her body up against it. "Leave me alone!" She shouted, even though neither of the men were by her door. She slid down the door and fell to the ground. She was starting to cry again and she pulled at her hair. She was sick of the tears. She wasn't sad. No, she was just angry. They wanted to keep her locked up like some pet! They wanted to play with her emotions and her feelings. She was stressed beyond belief and would do almost anything for some type of relief.
Lukas and Vlad were discussing plans for the evening. "Should we bring Emilla with us?" Vlad asked with uncertainty before pressing his lips against Lukas' pursed lips. "Yes, I don't want her out of my sight." Nodding at their agenda, they walked over to the bathroom to take a shower together. After they showered, they dressed up in casual attire to go out on the night. They would make sure to escort her throughout the night.
Lukas went to go ask Emilla if she was ready to go. He knocked on her door and after no response he started to panic a bit, thinking she had snuck out while him and Vlad were in the shower. He jiggled the doorknob, it was still locked and he pounded on the door. "Emilla? Emilla are you in there?!"
Emilla was asleep on the floor, she had cried herself to sleep. Lukas' pounding woke her up with a start. She opened the door and mumbled out sleepily, "What's the matter..." Lukas let out a sigh of relief, "Oh good, you're here." She glared at him, "Yeah. I'm here." She eyed him up and down, "What are you so dressed up for?" Vlad walked up and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. Emilla rolled her eyes, "Oh. You're going on a date." Lukas shook his head, "Not really, we want you to come with us."
"Why would I want to be the 'third-wheel'?" She scowled at them holding each other close.
Vlad spoke for Lukas, knowing what to say, "Don't you want to get out of the house?" Lukas nodded, "yeah. You tried to leave earlier, why don't you jut come with us?" She gave them a disgusted look, "Thanks but no thanks. I'd really rather not be with the two of you."
Lukas frowned, "Well you can't stay here alone, you're coming with us and that's final." He tried being nice and making it seem like she had an option, but she didn't so he had to put his foot down.
Vlad noticed Emilla was already dressed for a night out. Lukas hastily grabbed her upper arm and dragged her out of the door with Vlad's help. "No! I don't wanna go with you two!" She screamed, falling backwards onto the backseat of the car. Lukas climbed in to restrain her as Vlad revved up the engine and reversed out of the driveway. "Let me out! Let me out!" She strained her voice as Lukas cupped a hand over her mouth and held her tightly around her breasts on his lap. "You're hurting me! Just let me go, Lukas!"
"Stop struggling." He said, holding her close to him. "Just relax and have a good time. We're going to dinner. It will be nice." She sputtered behind Lukas' hand, "As if!" It might be nice for the two of them, but she's the third wheel, this was going to be miserable.
She tried to push away from him. He loosened his grip on her and she sat still. There really wasn't any escaping it.
They pulled up to a restaurant and Vlad turned off the car. "Are you two ready?"
Lukas and Emilla answered simultaneously with different answers. "Emilla," Vlad twisted in his driver's seat to attain a nice view of her struggling on his boyfriend's lap, "Behave." This ruffled her feathers, "Don't tell me what to do! I'll beat the shit out of you!" Both of the men started at her with wide eyes and dropped jaws at her unacceptable behavior. Vlad honesty wanted to shoot his mouth off, but he really didn't want to stress his boyfriend out. "Em, you will behave. You are to act like a lady." Emilla squeezed her eyes closed as she sensed the tears intensify and threaten to water up in her eyes. "I can't go in there!" She finally cracked, tears rolling down her cheeks, and her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Lukas sighed out on her head, "And why not?" Her heaves challenged her to firm words, but she managed to sputter out, "Because I'm, I'm ugly!"
Lukas and Vlad both stared at her in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding." Vlad said. Lukas shook his head, "Emilla," he said, "You are beautiful. You aren't ugly at all." She stammered, "You're just saying that because you're my brother! You're supposed to say stuff like that." Lukas sighed, "I'm being serious. You're gorgeous." Vlad agreed with him, "Yeah, I'm gay, and I think you're irresistible." Emilla frowned. "Just shut up both of you."
She twisted away with a pout, continuing to wiggle in Lukas' arms. Vlad and Lukas found it effortless to convince Emilla of her attention grabbing beauty. "Let's go in already," she grumbled in dissatisfaction and barged out of the car as soon as Lukas released his grip around her.
"Welcome! Table for three?" The friendly male waiter asked the trio and then his attention snapped to Emilla, who was crossing her arms over her chest. Vlad noticed this, walked away from Lukas, and wrapped his arm around her waist. The waiter arched an eyebrow, "Right this way." They say at a booth. Vlad and Lukas sat next to each other, interlocking fingers under the table and studied Emilla as she heaved an irritated sigh. "What's the matter, Emilla?" Lukas asked, lightly kicking her under the table.
"What do you think?" She asked, grumbling. They were getting on her nerves and they had only been seated for a couple of minutes. "I hope this goes by fast, I'm ready to go back home." Lukas shook his head, "Enjoy yourself Emilla. Stop putting yourself in a bad mood."
She just glared at him and continued to wallow in her anger. She didn't want to calm down and be happy. She wanted to go home and be left alone. She was uncomfortable being out in public. People were staring at her and her ugly body. She could feel their eyes burning in the back of her head.
Subtly glancing to the side, she noticed a group of men basically undressing her with their tainted eyes. "I don't want to be here!" She slammed her fists down, drawing automatic attention from the surrounding couples. Their previous waiter scurried over to the booth with a weary smile at the aggravated woman and adjusted his view at the pleasant sight of her cleavage. Lukas noticed the waiter practically gluing his greedy eyes to her pushed up mounds. "Stop staring at my girl," Vlad spoke up rudely, "She's not apart of the menu."
Emilla glared at him, "I am not your girl." The waiter gave the table a strange look. "Alright," he said, "What can I get you to drink?" He was still hovering over Emilla's shoulder, giving him a good view of her chest. Hey, she said she wasn't that man's girl, that meant she was free. They gave him their drink orders and Emilla spoke up. "We're ready to order." She didn't even look at Lukas or Vlad for confirmation, she was ready to leave as soon as possible.
Lukas didn't like how she was acting. The least she could do was at least act like a proper lady. Once the waiter left to put in their orders, he leaned across the table at her. "Straighten up. You're drawing attention to us. Isn't that the opposite of what you're wanting?"
"Don't talk to me," she complained, involuntarily tightening her arms around her chest, causing Vlad's eyes to focus in in her puffed up chest. "Act like a lady and," he leaned over further to pry her arms apart, "Stop doing that." Emilla scoffed rudely, "Just leave me alone." She then dramatically bolted up and hurried for the bathrooms. On her way there, two sassy girls exited the bathroom and glared at Emilla. "Ewwww, like where did you get that dress? From a dumpster?"
She frowned at them and pushed her way into the bathroom. They gave her confirmation that she was ugly. She felt hopeless and just wanted to cry again. She hid out in the bathroom stall. She had nowhere else really to go.
After about ten minutes of hiding and tears, she decided to trudge back to the table. Vlad and Lukas were instantly on her case, scolding her for running off and for taking so long. She didn't listen though, just sat lifeless through their speeches.
She lost her appetite, witnessing the same two girls walk in their direction. They requested a booth adjacent to the trio.
"Oh my gosh, did you see that girl in that hideous yellow dress?" One of the girls asked obnoxiously followed by snorts of laughter. Emilla could hear everything that they were saying, looking down in detest at her outfit.
"She should go kill herself. I hate ugly girls who try to think that they are pretty when they are far from it!" The friend cackled, "I know right?!" Both of the females relentlessly patronized Emilla, who was on the verge of tears now.
She stared down at her food, not even touching it. Lukas could hear some of the girls' words, but didn't really think they were talking about Emilla. "Hey, Em, what's wrong? Why aren't you eating?" He tried a softer approach to getting her to talk to him, since just normally telling and asking gained him negative responses. She shook her head, not wanting to alert the girls near them that it was bothering her. The tears were threatening to fall again, and she tried her best to suck them back up. It was in vain though, as they started to drip down her cheeks and onto the table she was staring at. One phrase rang out in her head though, "She should go kill herself." It was true, she should, she was miserable no matter what and just didn't like being a girl. She was ugly and there was no way to put her back the way she was. No one liked her, Lukas and Vlad were just saying those things to make her feel better. The only reason they slept with her was to attempt to give her self-esteem a boost. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. She hated everything.
Lukas cocked his head to the side, squinting his eyes to watch as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "You're crying. What's going on?" Apparently the girls heard the Norwegian raise his volume and Emilla released a sniffle. "Don't worry about it..." She mumbled through her small sniffles, looking down at her dainty hands. In the corner of Vlad's eye, he noticed a hand with red wine rise above Emilla's head and the owner dump it all over her body.
Emilla shrieked as the liquid coated her. It stung her eyes and her dress was definitely ruined. Not like she cared about the dress, not anymore. The two girls burst out in a fit of laughter, cackling menacingly at Emilla. Lukas and Vlad both jumped to her rescue, asking if she was okay. Several waiters rushed over to the table to see what had happened. Emilla had ran off to the bathroom, leaving Lukas and Vlad to explain. Lukas had no idea what happened. Vlad, in the other hand, pointed over to the table the girls were sitting at.
The waiters asked for their side and they tried to feign innocence, but the empty wine glass was proof enough. The manager came and apologized to Lukas and Vlad, stating that their meal would be free tonight. Vlad shrugged, "Don't apologize to us," he pointed at Emilla who was walking back to them, having cleaned herself as well as she could. "Apologize to her."
"What a little bitch!" One of the girls laughed out as they departed from the restaurant with little commotion. Emilla glanced away from the manager, who was speechless. Now another person was stunned by her nightmare appearance. "Sweetheart," he changed his tone to a friendly yet sympathetic one, "What happened?" She squeezed her eyes shut, "They attacked me verbally near the restrooms. They called me ugly." The manager rubbed her back, "Don't listen to them." Emilla choked on a sob, "I am ugly. I don't blame them!" After she cried that out, Lukas and Vlad excused themselves to chase after the twenty year old. They couldn't let her out of their sight. It would be too detrimental.
"Emilla!" Lukas shouted out, catching up to her running away figure. Sooner or later, she would become exhausted. And she did, which gave Lukas and Vlad the upper hand. "Are you crazy?!" Lukas roared, embracing the screeching girl in his arms. "And hideous!" Vlad hugged her from behind, closed his eyes, and muttered, "We need to leave. Now. There's something following us."
The trio quickly made their way back to their car. Emilla slumped across the back seat, tired and depressed. Lukas kept checking on her. She wasn't crying, nor was she doing anything other than laying there. "Don't take what those girls said to heart Em." He thought about his words before continuing, "They were just jealous is all."
Vlad was focused on driving, trying to get them home as soon as possible. Lukas glanced over at him, "Vlad, you said something was following us. What is it? Or who is it?"
"I don't know if Gilbert kept his promise." Vlad stated gravely as shivers raced across his skin. Lukas scooted closer to Emilla, wrapped his arms around her frame, "You've got to be kidding me." Vlad shook his head, "It's a dangerous business." That's all that Vlad disclosed, passing their house without a second thought. Emilla noticed with a frown, "I want to go back home." Vlad glanced at the rear view mirror to see a truck tailgating him, "Not when we are being pursued! Oh shit!" Vlad screeched the last part as their car was bumped from behind. He sped up the car with the engine roaring louder than a lion. "Lukas, I'm scared!" Emilla sobbed, pressing her body against his body in the backseat. He was equally scared and quickly pressed his lips against hers with a fiery red blush burning his cheeks.
"I-it'll be alright." Lukas stammered, trying to calm her and himself down. He squeezed her tightly, and she buried herself into his chest. He rubbed her back and assured her, "Don't worry Emilla, I refuse to let anyone hurt you."
Vlad was trying his best to lose the truck that was tailing them. It wasn't doing much good; it was like the truck knew every turn and twist Vlad was going to make.
"Vlad, let's escape into a well populated area!" Lukas suggested hastily when he sensed the truck bump into the back of their car again. Emilla snuggled closer to Lukas' chest, still crying out for a vast amount of reasons. Vlad nodded, sweat beading at his forehead. Twisting the steering wheel sharply to the right caused the car to skid and produce an echoing noise. In the distance, there was a well lit area with a few nightlife people. A few was better than absolutely no one. Vlad jerked to a stop in front of the local club they went to before Emilla was turned into a girl. The truck pulled alongside, killed the ignition, and the person approached their vehicle.
Lukas pushed Emilla to the floor of the car, trying to make her as hidden as possible. Someone tapped on the window, and Vlad rolled it down just a tiny bit. Their face was darkened and Vlad couldn't tell who it was. "What the hell man?" He heard a familiar voice yell out. "I saw you guys leave that restaurant and I was like 'oh hey I'll go talk to Vlad I don't have his number and I want my drinks.' But then you pull this shit. I thought we were friends bro!" Vlad rolled down the window a bit more, "Gil? Since when do you drive a truck."
"Since whenever I want to! But hey, since we're here, let's go grab some of my promised drinks." Vlad glanced back at Lukas who was staring in shock at the exchange. He couldn't believe that he chased them and scared him for some drinks. Lukas was positive that the guy had some ulterior motives.
"I'm staying in here," Emilla uttered with an attitude, "I already look like a mess and I'm hideous!" Lukas rolled his eyes, "You're not ugly, Emilla." She could distinguish the aggravation in his voice, which caused her to believe that he was only saying that to persuade her into following them. "I don't want to use force," he whispered lowly in her ear, "but if you don't follow, then you leave me no choice." Emilla pouted disappointingly, shifted in place, and nodded in reluctant agreement. Lukas smiled that she actually didn't protest this time.
Lukas slid out of the car and offered a hand to help her out, she accepted it and held onto his hand tightly. Gilbert snorted and leaned over to Vlad, "What happened to her?" Emilla heard what he said and looked down in embarrassment. Vlad slapped Gilbert's arm, "Shut the hell up." Gilbert rubbed his now sore arm and pouted at his friend, "God, sorry. Didn't mean to offend you." Vlad glared at him, "Let's go." He pushed his pale haired friend into the club and glanced back at Lukas and Emilla who followed in behind them.
They all sat at a table, Gilbert had wanted to sit at the bar. But Vlad said it would be easier if they all just sat at a table. A skimpily dressed waiter came by the table, and they all ordered drinks. Lukas and Emilla stayed on the non-alcoholic spectrum.
Glass after glass of alcoholic beverages, Vlad and Gilbert roared with laughter about the 'good times' in their past. Emilla leaned against Lukas with a blush on her cheeks. Gilbert couldn't take his eyes off of her as he only partially listened to Vlad ramble on and on.
"Please stop staring at me, mister." Vlad and Gilbert started to laugh at her request. Frowning at their response, she diverted her attention to the female dancers and how pretty they were on stage. Jealousy bubbled inside of her when she noticed Lukas checking out one of the male strippers.
Lukas' eyes were trained on the performers on stage. One of the dancers had locked eyes with him and he was watching him dance. Emilla was frowning and elbowed him. This caused him to break eye contact and look down at his sister. "I'm ready to leave." She stated simply. Her glass of water in hand had been empty for a while and she was uncomfortable. She didn't look good, wearing a stained dress and her hair had clumped thanks to the wine that had been dumped on her head earlier. Lukas had also grown tired of being here. Gilbert and Vlad's drunken laughter was annoying, and there wasn't much else to do. "Just a bit longer. One of them is bound to pass out before too long." Lukas' money was on Vlad, he had a tendency to drink a lot really fast, and then it hit him and knocked him out. Emilla groaned, she was ready to leave now.
Only five minutes passed by and Emilla was becoming increasingly restless. "Lukas, I want to leave no-" She was cut off by someone dousing her with a glass of freezing cold vodka. What is it with people spilling drinks on her tonight? The ashen blonde twenty year old whirled around, jolting up from her seat, and glaring at the person who had the nerve to spill it on her body. Her dress was beyond ruined and she reeked of alcohol and remnants of wine combined together.
The person turned around and apologized, saying that it was an absolute accident. She stormed off away from the guy, flipping him off and storming into the bathroom. It was time for her to go, she was done.
She examined herself in the mirror, scowling at her disheveled appearance. Inhaling a deep breath, she released an ear splitting scream of indignation. "I hate myself! I'm so ugly! That-that's why everyone keeps hurt-hurting me!" A woman passed by with an apprehensive expression, slipping out of the bathroom with a dash in her step. Emilla witnessed the entire thing and wailed shamelessly. She didn't care if the tears were falling and snot dribbled out of her nostrils. It didn't matter. It wasn't like she was pretty. She rushed out of the bathroom, utterly distressed.
Lukas was currently being smothered in sloppy, alcohol-scented kisses across his jaw line. Gilbert apparently left them to their public affections and Emilla was standing there with a face of disgust. Clearing her throat loudly to grab their attention, Lukas' eyes widen as he shoved his giggling boyfriend away. "Emilla, what happened?" She fumed at his question, "Don't even dare ask me what happened! You know fully well what happened. I want to go fucking home. Now!" She was ranting and raving until someone behind her grabbed her by her waist. Lukas instantly glared at the familiar face that he had seen last time they frequented here. "Hey beautiful," he started off smoothly in her ear, ignoring the glaring blonde who never called him back for a 'good time'. "I can take you home with me." Lukas growled, snatching her away from the taller man, "Not in your dreams, horny idiot!" Emilla screamed out, "Leave me alone!" and yanked out of Lukas' grip. Blindly running away, she collided into a taller man and bounced backwards to fall on the ground with a cry of agony.
The guy looked down at Emilla with an indifferent stare. "Be careful would you?" He offered out a hand and she took it, allowing him to help her up. "Thanks..." She mumbled. He looked her up and down, "You alright?"
"No," she admitted through freshly produced tears, "I'm-I'm..." He could hear her hyperventilating, pulled her against his mid section, and frowned as she dampened his shirt. He didn't even know this person, but felt the need to comfort her. Realizing what he was doing in the middle of the club, he gently pushed her away. "Are you alone?"
She shook her head, "No. I'm with my brother and his boyfriend. But they're too wrapped up in each other to worry about me." That wasn't true, Lukas and Vlad were very worried about her and didn't want her to get hurt. "Emilla!" She heard Lukas call out. She frowned, she didn't want to see them.
"Emilla," he repeated out of breath and grabbed her by her waist. "We're going home." The tall man gazed at the two with a glare that made Lukas tremble.
He tugged her along, "You said you wanted to go." She looked up at the man who was staring down her brother. She bit her lower lip, "I don't know. I think we could stay for a little while longer."
Rolling his eyes at her suggestion, he tugged at her, signaling for them to leave. The man placed a hand on her shoulder, "Be careful," and departed from them. Emilla hardened her eyes at Lukas.
"You need to stay by my side!" Lukas scolded Emilla, helping Vlad stable his steps, and unlocked the vehicle. Vlad passed out in the back and Emilla was forced to sit in the passenger's seat.
"I don't see why you feel the need to keep me close." She stated, "I'm an adult and you don't even like me." Lukas slammed his fist on the steering wheel, "Why do you keep saying that!" He all but shouted. She stared back at him, "Because it's true!"
"You're my sister and I need to protect you!" He reasoned with an angered voice, switching on his blinker to turn onto their road. "Then why did you fuck me?" She screamed at him through her furious tears. His breath hitched at the unexpected question. "Watch your language!" Their shouting contest shattered Vlad out of his sleepy state. "Shut up you two!" He clutched his forehead, stumbled out of the car, and snatched the house keys shoved in his pants pocket. Lukas watched in horror as Emilla swung the door open, slammed it with an echo, and stormed into the house with a permanent scowl painted on her face.
Lukas slammed his door closed, chased after her unsettled figure, and grabbed her upper arm. She cried out as he whirled her around to face him. "I'm tired of your attitude! You need to straighten up." By the time he was finished scolding her, Vlad yawned and collapsed on the couch. "You're so mean! What kind of brother are you? I confessed my feelings for you after you fucked me! You rejected me and want to protect me. Doesn't make much sense, does it?" Her voice was laced with venom despite her tears and occasional sniffles.
Lukas frowned. His jaw was clenched and he growled out. "You just don't understand Emilla! I rejected you and want to protect you because that's my job!" She ripped away from him, "You're doing a pretty shitty job of protecting me if you let him," She signaled to Vlad, who was sleeping, "ruin my entire life. I hate myself and you're not doing anything to help me!" She stormed back into her room and slammed the door shut.
Lukas released a frustrated sigh. He failed as an older brother. "Why would someone that beautiful hate herself?" He muttered under his breath, walking in direction of Emilla's bedroom. Without knocking, he barged in on her topless and only in her lacy white cheeky panties. She was facing the opposite way, but when she heard the noise, she turned to see Lukas blush a hot pink hue. She shrieked, covering her chest in vain, "Haven't you ever heard of knocking? Don't look at me, you perv!"
She grabbed one of the pillows off of her bed and threw it at him when he didn't do as she said. "I said stop staring at me, you freak!" Lukas finally snapped out of it and turned away, giving an awkward cough. "Sorry..." He mumbled. "What do you want?" She snapped, wrapping the blanket from her bed around her body. "I just want to know why you hate yourself. You have absolutely no reason to." She shook her head at him, "Are you blind!" She flashed him, not caring about how he was blushing, "Look at me, I'm disgusting! Those girls, the guy at the club. I'm not pretty. And I'm not even supposed to be a girl! I hate this."
Lukas took a deep breath and approached her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and forced her to look him in the eyes. "Listen to me. You're beautiful, anyone can see that. Stop hating yourself Em."
Breathing out in disbelief, she squirmed slightly in his arms and pouted when he tightened his hold around her bare waist. The blanket pooled around her ankles, exposing herself to him. "Let me go," she ordered curtly, "I don't want you to hurt me more than you already have." He forced her to walk backwards and fall down against her bed. He shoved her all the way on it, climbing over her half naked body, and leaned down to capture her lips. She struggled under his dominant, secure hold, and hushed her while deepening the kiss. The second he pulled away to scan his eyes over her heaving breasts, she started to cry. "Don't look at me!"
"Why not?" he whispered softly, allowing his hand to trail down her chest and stomach. "Because! It's embarrassing." She fidgeted under his hold, "Please stop..." He shook his head and pressed a kiss to her jaw, "You're perfect, you know."
She felt the tears fall down her face, he doesn't mean it. She knew that he didn't. "Stop saying stuff that isn't true. Get off please."
Lukas continued to kiss her and nuzzle her, "I want to show you how perfect you are."
She shook her head, "Stop! I don't want this."
Lukas smirked down at her flushed face. He grazed his chilled fingertips over her gradually hardening nipples and provoked a sharp intake of air. "Lukas! St-Stop," her voice broke off as he ventured his mouth over one of them and groped the other one. "Lukas..." she whimpered, bucking her hips to try and show that she didn't want this attention from him. "You say stop, but your body tells me differently," he whispered out hotly against the soft flesh and sucked on it gently as he twirled his tongue. Suddenly, his hand journeyed down south towards her soaking lacy panties.
She let out a quiet involuntary moan as his fingers grazed over her crotch. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but Lukas had already heard her. He looped his fingers around the waistband of her panties and worked them down her hips. He rubbed the skin of her hips and hummed softly, "Such a beautiful sight." She shook her head, "Quit..." He shook his head and let his fingers run over her clit, making her shudder with the teasing pleasure. "Did you like that?" He asked softly, scooting up to press a kiss to her lips.
"Lukas. I don't want this-" She cut off her demand with a soft moan and slapped her hand over her mouth once again. "Don't hide what feel inside. What you're going to feel inside..." After he said this, he shifted to spread her legs apart and slid his index finger inside of her leaking hole. "I want to hear you make some noise," he insisted, retracting his fingers, and backing up to lift her legs up. Hooking them over his shoulders, he admired the sight of the beautiful teary eyed woman. "No, Lukas! Don't!" She pleaded hastily as he spread her lips apart. With a soft chuckle, he darted his tongue out and licked her juices away. He latched his lips onto her clit and sucked gently, provoking a lustful moan from her mouth.
She moaned softly. She didn't want to cave into the pleasure. She was attracted to Lukas, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't want this. But Lukas was lying, everything he did and said, she knew it meant nothing. It meant nothing because once it was over he'd go crawling back to Vlad.
She curled her toes and shivered with ecstasy. "L-Lukas, please..." She couldn't finish her sentence because he flicked his tongue and pulled a loud moan from her throat.
Shoving his tongue inside of her clenching hole made her gasp out incoherent words. He closed his eyes as he tilted his head to reach deeper inside of her heat. As he continued to ear her out, he rubbed her clit, which both combined, intensified her pleasure. All of her protests went down the drain when she screamed out, "Lukas! I need you!" He pulled away, blushing a deep pink color and breathed out, "What was that?" She slammed her head to the side, blushing furiously at his teasing. "I want you inside of me..." He gnawed on his bottom lip, unfastening his jeans, and tugged off his boxers and pants awkwardly. Emilla panted in anticipation at the sight of his thick standing cock beaded with pre cum. "That's good to hear because I want you as well..." He mumbled almost silently, shifting their bodies to accommodate his member to penetrate her weeping entrance. Emilla never caught what Lukas said earlier and arched her back when he slowly pushed inside of her tightness.
She let out a vocal gasp as he filled her. He rolled his hips against her before he started thrusting into her slowly. She shook her head, it was going too slow for her. "Lukas, please, f-faster!" He nodded and picked up his speed, it had been too slow for him too, but he didn't want to hurt Emilla or anything. She leaned up to catch his lips in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Both of their tongues intertwined and explored the other mouth as Lukas pounded into her.
He snaked one of his hands around to rub her clit. He pinched it gently and rolled it around with his thumb and forefinger. She let out a loud moan, "L-Lukas, oh god.." She bit her lip, she could feel a tingling weight in the pit of her stomach threatening to pour out. He latched his lips up to the side of her neck and sucked and kissed hard, leaving his mark on her pale skin.
Climbing closer and closer to her highest peak, she arched her body against his for additional skin contact. Lukas moaned out; the friction of his shaft thrusting in and out of her tightening vagina caused the distinct yet familiar sensation to alert him. Instinctively, he grasped her thighs and plunged into her rapidly.
"Ah, Lukas!" She cried out as he pushed her over the edge. He came not long after she did, breathing out her name in staggered breaths. He collapsed on top of her and brought her in for a sweet kiss. After their lips parted, he placed his forehead on top of hers and made their noses meet. "Emilla, can't you see? You're perfect."
She turned her head away from him and frowned, "Then why do you push me away?" He shook his head, "What do you mean? How is this pushing you away?"
She snapped her eyes back to him, "Because. This means nothing to you, you don't love me. You said so yourself, I'm just your sister and nothing more." Lukas groaned internally, oh how he wished he could tell her, because he did love her. A lot.
Before he managed to confess, his cellphone started to buzz incessantly. She pouted at his expression of indecision. "Go ahead and get that." He twisted his mouth to the side, staring into her hurt eyes, and climbed off of her body. This only caused her to sob uncontrollably.
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