You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

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Adam’s house was everything I expected–huge, modern, and dripping with luxury. And much to my relief, there were three more guards at the house.

I’ll admit–it was a little strange that he had this number of guards just because his father was a government official. Maybe, Adam did have his own shady life. But that didn’t matter. After tonight, I’d be done with him–never to be seen again.

“So…how do we take this? Slow…or right to the point?” Adam asked as he ambled towards the wine counter beside the living

room.

I licked my dry lips, feeling my nerves spike. My pulse thudded so loudly in my ears it was a miracle he couldn’t hear it.

“Right to the point,” I replied.

He poured himself a drink, then turned to look at me with a smirk as he sipped from the glass.

He didn’t take his eyes off me for one second, not even when he had the drink up to half of the glass. It was as if he was devouring me with his eyes, and that made me shift uncomfortably on my feet.

You need to do this, Rali.

Done with the drink, he set the glass down and approached me. I hoped the rising and falling of my chest wasn’t too obvious, because I was so nervous. Extremely anxious.

Standing so close to me, he lifted his hand to my hair, running a finger through the edges. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his finger trailing down to my cheekbone. “How have I not seen you all these while?”

The compliment slid off me like water on glass. I moved back, just enough to put space between us. I couldn’t explain why his touch made me itch.

Maybe it was because I didn’t need him to be affectionate. I just wanted us to have sex and go our separate ways.

He smiled, as if he understood I wasn’t cool with it. He leaned in, and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. But he settled for my neck instead, pressing into the hollow.

I gasped softly as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer. His touch was firm, almost possessive as he kissed along the curve of my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, a small, sharp nibble that sent a jolt through me.

Okay….

My eyes fluttered shut, and my lips parted slightly at the unfamiliar sensation of being touched this way for the first time. It was a mixture of strange and intoxicating, like stepping into the ocean and letting the waves pull you under.

When he pulled away from my neck, his thumb traced the seam of my lips.

“I’m going to make you special,” he whispered, and somehow, that made me ache deep in my abdomen.

Before I could catch my breath, he scooped me into his arms, carrying me in bridal style and up the stairs.

God, this was getting real.

He’ll kill you that tiny voice warned me. My mind drifted to the phone in my bag which I’d left on the couch. Since it was silenced, I couldn’t tell if ‘he‘ had texted again or not. And honestly, I didn’t care.

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He didn’t own me, and this was going to prove it to him.

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Adam had four men guarding his place. There was no way one psycho would be able to defeat every one of them. This time,

I won.

We reached his bedroom, and he gently set me down on the bed. He peeled off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his pants, leaving him in a black vest and boxer briefs.

He lifted my legs to wrap around his, pulling me close, and his head dipped to my chest. He nibbled at my nipple through the fabric of my cloth, eliciting a gasp from me before I could stop myself.

Fuck, that felt good.

My hands acted on instinct, cradling his head as he pressed kisses along the curves of my breasts, then lower, trailing downward until he reached my stomach. His lips made contact with bare skin, as my crop top left my midriff exposed.

Slowly, teasingly, he began pushing the fabric higher. The cool air kissed my skin as my purple–colored bra came into view.

“God damnit,” he murmured, his mouth watering from the sight of my swollen breasts.

Well, to say I was endowed would be an understatement. One could easily say I was God’s favorite when he was making humans.

Without touching them, he planted soft kisses on each mound. At the same time, his hand trailed down to my thighs, his fingers skimming the edges of my short denim skirt.

I bit down on my lower lip, burying my fingers in his short, dark hair. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too good to be true. And to think he hadn’t even gone deeper yet.

I had always suspected sex wasn’t overhyped, but now, I knew for sure.

His hand slipped under my skirt with ease, moving past the curve of my thighs and landing squarely on the most sensitive part of me. Even through the thin barrier of my purple panties, his touch sent a jolt of electricity racing through my body.

A moan escaped me before I could stop it.

“You sound so good,” he whispered into my ear. “I can’t wait to eat you up, pretty girl.”

It was then it dawned on me that I hadn’t told him I was a virgin yet. From what I heard, not all men liked to be someone’s

first.

I’d been so consumed by my ambition that I hadn’t thought of that until now. Maybe I should tell him-

We both paused when we heard a gunshot through the window, coming from outside.