You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

RALI

Oh, God.

“No,” I shook my head, tugging at the ropes. “I won’t let you do this. Let me go!”

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I wasn’t even sure if he heard me as his eyes roamed over the exposed skin of my chest. My breasts were swollen in my purple bra, and I hated how naked and vulnerable that made me feel.

He watched them both like they were an art he’d never seen before. Like it was the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

I wanted to scream, to claw his eyes out, to make him pay for everything he’s done. But all I could do was hang here, trembling, my tears streaking down my cheeks.

His lips curled into a smirk, although it only lasted a second.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers reaching toward me.

I whimpered and tried to pull away, but the ropes holding my wrists bite into my skin, leaving me helpless before him.

His hand skimmed over the curve of my exposed shoulder before descending to the swell of my chest, brushing over the deep purple fabric of my bra. He leaned closer, brushing his fingers along my jawline. His touch was both cold and suffocating.

“I always knew you’d be prettier up close. I just never thought you’d be ‘this‘ stunning.” He said the words like a chant, his finger still tracing the curves of my face like an alien studying me.

When his fingers reached my lips, pressing down slightly on the bottom one, I contemplated biting him. But then, I was tied up and this guy was completely dangerous. What if he struck me again or worse?

He continued his exploration, his finger gliding up the bridge of my nose, over the shape of my eyes, and finally to the edge of my hairline. There was a strange kind of reverence in his actions, like I was some kind of forbidden fruit he’d finally claimed.

“How could you?” My voice wavered as his fingers tangled in my hair. “All those years… you hurt those men. Tortured them to stay away from me. And I–And I thought I was-”

“Cursed?” He finished, another cold smile playing on his lips.

I really wish he’d stop showing those smiles, because they brimmed with intimidation and mischief and made him look like a sinister specter from my nightmares.

“You were never wrong, Rali,” he gently brushed his fingers through my hair like a lover. “You were, indeed, cursed by me.”

Suddenly, his hand tightened, yanking my hair backward with brutal force.

Fuck, my wrists strained against the ropes, the coarse fibers biting deeper into my skin.

He leaned closer to my face, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with his last cigarette.

“You’ve been mine since you were seven,” he said in a dangerous whisper that curled around me like a noose. “You were made for me, Green.”

His words only worked to fuel my hatred. “I wasn’t! I was never and can never be yours. You’re just a sick, demented patient

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who needs to see a fucking-” The cold press of a blade against my lips silenced me.

The knife!

I gulped down the rest of my tantrums, my heart picking up its race again. Not that it actually ever slowed.

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“Such foul words for such pretty lips,” he murmured, moving the blade over the curve of my lower lip. For a moment, I feared he was actually going to cut me. “You can think whatever you want of me, Rali. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve always and will always be mine.”

A stubborn tear finally slipped through. And another after that. Fuck my inability to stay strong. If my hands weren’t bound, I’d have been fidgeting with my necklace by now.

He smiled again–that cold devilish smile that had me shuddering–and he did so while watching my tears as they journeyed down to the curve of my jaw.

The asshole enjoyed watching me cry!?

Of course, he did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even be tied up in the first place.

Then, he did something that made me wish I could slam his head against the wall. He darted out his tongue and licked the tears from the curve of my jaw.

Holy Christ!

“Get away from me!” I recoiled, thrashing against the ropes. He used the opportunity to thrust the blade into my mouth.

My body went rigid, my eyes wide as saucers. My anxiety spiked and I was so close to peeing myself.

“Would you like me to shove this down your throat, Rali?” He taunted. “It’s going to hurt.”

His hold grew tighter in my hair, but my brain could barely register the pain as I was more focused on the knife in my mouth!

The mad man had a knife in my God–damn mouth!

Good heavens!

I was so terrified to even blink. I kept my lips open and resisted the urge to even move a limb. One wrong move, one accidental switch and that blade could slice through my gums or tongue.

The mental image of blood pooling in my mouth made me want to scream.

God, please. If you could make this a nightmare…

“What?” His chuckle was sharp, humorless, devoid of anything remotely human. “Cat got your tongue, Green?”

I didn’t know why the hell he called me that. My eyes, perhaps? But I couldn’t be more bothered.

Finally, he pulled the blade back, releasing his grip on my hair, and I gasped for air like a drowning woman breaking the surface.

I glared at him through blurry eyes, shaking but unable to muster a single word.

“I’m not a very nice man, Rali.” He ran the tip of the blade down to the hem of my denim skirt. “I hate it when I’m disobeyed. And the more you keep fighting this-” he began slicing the fabric, “-fighting the fact that you’re mine, the

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harder it’ll get.”

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“Please, stop!” I begged. My wide eyes followed the path of the blade, watching in horror as my skirt was destroyed and the torn pieces fell to the ground.

Oh, God. He was stripping me!

My panties came into view, and my cheeks flushed hot in shame. It was the first time I was going naked in front of a man.

His hand moved to cup my buttocks, his fingers spreading over the fabric of my underwear like he was savoring the touch.

“Fuck, Rali,” he muttered, his voice thick with something dark and primal.

My skin burned where his hand lingered, the heat crawling across my body like fire.

“Please…” I whimpered, trying to twist away from his grip, but as always, it was useless.

I already knew I couldn’t get away from him on my own. I just couldn’t bear the thought of standing back and doing nothing.

He finally pulled his hand away, only to tuck the blade into his back pocket. Relief fluttered weakly in my chest, but it was short–lived. Both of his hands moved to my back, fumbling with the clasp of my bra.

“No! You have no right to do this! Stop it!” I shoved at his chest, but it was as effective as shooting water guns at him.

He didn’t even look at me as his hands unclasped my bra, letting my breasts bounce free.

Christ!

I writhed and tugged at the ropes with renewed desperation, praying for some sort of miracle to cut them loose.

The Monster muttered something to himself as he rolled his thumb over a hardened nipple.

Finally, I thought of something insane. But it was the last thing I could do as this fucker was clearly going to violate me.

I pulled back on my weight and lifted my legs, aiming to kick him in the legs, or groin or anywhere possible. A frustrated scream ripped through my throat when he caught my ankles like it was nothing, forcing my feet back to the floor with infuriating ease.

It hit me, then. Whoever this man had become, he was dangerous and surely, mere kicks from a bound woman wouldn’t do any good. I watched him kill five men for God’s sake!

“I’m not letting you touch me!” I shouted with frustration, my arms beginning to hurt from how much I continuously tugged at the ropes.

His lips curled into a smirk. “You won’t? What will you do, then?” He glanced up at the ropes. “You’re tied up. By me.”

He sounded so much like a bully. No, worst.

This man was the devil’s incarnate. He was the evil in everything, the bad in every sin.

It wasn’t just a heart he lacked; he didn’t have a soul either. I was damn sure he’d sold his soul to the devil!

“You can’t do this,” my voice sounded like a plea now. “This is wrong.”

“I’ve never cared about right or wrong.” He moved his hands from my legs to my hips. “Only you.”

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His hands reached my chest. My vision blurred when his head dipped low and his lips closed around one of my nipples.

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