Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
She whimpers again when my fingers dig into her harder. “What? You don’t like this? You think I feel sorry for you, Sis?” I love it when she squirms for me.
Playtime is over. I lower my head until our noses touch. Her chest heaves fast and hard. “I could kill you right now. End your fucking life. You know I could, too. You know I have it in me.” It would end this torment. This back-and-forth game we’ve been playing for too long. Maybe if she were gone, I could finally purge her from my soul.
Her eyes study mine. Is she asking herself whether I mean it? Part of me isn’t even sure of myself anymore. I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m so torn up.
She freezes. Not like she ran out of strength, but more like she’s giving up. Her eyes are still wide open, still fixed on mine, but she’s not fighting anymore.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, threatening her, but she no longer seems scared. “Do you want to die tonight?”
Her stillness unnerves me. This isn’t right. She can’t mean it. No. No, she’s testing me, because she doesn’t think I’ll do it.
But the resignation in her eyes takes some of the edge off my rage. “I’m gonna lift my hand.”
Even releasing her face doesn’t make the light return to her eyes. They’ve gone flat, cold.
“You scream, and I’ll make you wish you hadn’t. Do you understand me?”
Her head bobs. The first thing she does is take a deep breath, then forces it out in a long, rough exhale. She still hasn’t moved otherwise. I might as well be lying on top of a corpse. What the fuck?
“So.” I brush a lock of red hair away from her forehead. “Did you have a nice dinner with your next meal ticket?”
She narrows her eyes. “Did you have a nice night hiding in my closet? What kind of pervert are you, waiting for your own sister to come home so you can catch her naked and lay on top of her with your cock hard enough to leave bruises between you?”
All of this is said so carefully and coldly I can only blink. It’s like she threw a bucket of ice at my face.
“Wh-what?”
“Stop being disgusting,” she snaps, but there’s no heat at all in it. “You want to fuck your own sister, and you think you’re the strong one here. The one with the power?” This time, I gulp and slowly shift off her. Something isn’t right. None of this is fucking right.
Her chin quivers. That’s a good sign. It’s the only way I can feel any sort of connection with her. Through her strongest emotions. Hate. Anger. Sadness. She can’t hide them, no matter how hard she tries.
“Technically, I’m only your half brother.” And I’m very aware of her body, her soft pink skin, the musky scent of her cunt. She’s so perfect. The outside only masks the rot underneath. “It would be disgusting if you sucked off a closer relation.”
The second the words are out, I regret them. I’d only done it to try to get a reaction out of her and ignite the spark of my own anger again.
She tilts her head to the side slightly and meets my eyes head-on. Not a flinch, but nothing else either. Dead. Completely dead. Like she’s given up inside.
I could tell her the truth, but why? Her own mother never bothered to tell her she’s adopted. It’s not my job to set her straight.
“I wonder…” Fuck, her tits are amazing, and when I stroke one, her nipple pebbles against the lace of her bra. “About the asshole you’re going to marry. Do you think he’ll ever touch you like this?” My thumb strums her nub, and watching her lip disappear under her teeth makes my dick swell.
“Is this what you want, Brother?” It’s a whisper. “Why are you doing this? Why do you have to do this?”
I pretend to think it over before shrugging. “Why not? I’m doing you a favor, anyway.” I lean in and whisper against the hollow of her throat before skimming my lips over her skin. “He’ll never touch you like this. He’ll never make you feel the way I make you feel.”
“What? With disgust and shame? With degradation and fear? Is that your goal?”
“We both know that’s far from what I make you feel. Or maybe you need to be reminded of how weak you are for my touch.” Her thigh is so smooth, muscular, begging to be stroked. She can’t help but melt into me when I touch her this way. I know her body. I know what she needs. “Do you think you’ll ever meet another man who can give you this?”
“You mean somebody who won’t make me sick?”
“Sure, sure.” She tries and fails to stop me from caressing the curve of her ass, letting my fingers tease her slit before I peel the soaked thong away. “Dripping fucking wet, and somehow you claim you don’t want this.” I chuckle. “Stop pretending.”