You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

RALI

Zeus!

Heat shot through me–an unbidden, traitorous warmth that made me shudder.

My lips fell open, my legs wobbled, and I felt a throb right in the center of my legs.

No. No. No.

I couldn’t let him do this. I couldn’t let him make me feel this way.

But I was helpless.

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His warm wet tongue around my nipple sucking roughly made me dizzy for a moment. I had to clamp down on my lower lip to prevent myself from making any unwanted sound.

“No…” I shuddered.

“No what?” He lifted his head slightly to ask. “Will you claim you don’t like this, Rali? That this doesn’t send tingles deep into your belly?”

I bit harder on my lip, suppressing the sound as hard as I could.

But he was right. Damn him, he was right.

I’d always wondered what it’d feel like having my nipples sucked, and I couldn’t help but say the sensation was electric.

But I hated that I was getting it from him. It should never be a monster like him.

“Get away from me! I don’t want you!” I yelled with all the energy I could muster. It was difficult speaking through the haze of pleasure.

He paused, his lips still circled around the bud. I thought he’d pull out, but he continued. But this time, he didn’t suck. His teeth sank into the tender flesh, biting so hard I feared it’d cut off.

Fuck!

I threw back my head and screamed, Pain replacing the haze of pleasure in an instant, blinding and all–consuming.

“Please! Oh, God…!”

But he didn’t stop.

Oh, damn him!

My cheeks were soaked with tears, but that was the least of my problems.

He released the tortured bud, straightened and grabbed the second nipple, twisting it with a roughness that made me scream again. My legs gave out beneath me, but the ropes held me upright.

“You’re mine, Rali,” he gritted the words harshly, his fingers still torturing my bud. “I don’t give a fuck how long it takes. I’ll hurt you, taunt you, until you learn to accept that you were fucking made for me.” He tweaked the nipple harder. “I’ll leave imprints on your body until every single thought of you is occupied by me. I’ll become the air you breath, Rali. So, the day

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do not need me, it’ll be as good as death.”

“Please…” I sobbed, staring down at my trapped nipple.

“Please what?” The words came out more menacing, his dark eyes boring holes into me.

“Please… I’m sorry.” I just needed him to stop.

A smidge of reasoning finally seeped into him as he released the bud, his dark eyes not leaving mine for a second.

Sobs continued to wrack my shoulders, my chest heaving with each shuddering breath. Fresh tears carved hot trails down my cheeks, and I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as if the pain could tether me to some fragment of control.

Oh, God. If only I could break free…

“You’re beautiful, Rali,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp. His fingers brushed my hair, twisting a lock around his finger with surprising care. “Years ago, I thought you a witch.”

My eyes slowly opened, meeting his–dark, void–like pools devoid of humanity. To keep me sane, I imagined all the ways I’d punish him. I imagined him being handcuffed and thrown into a dark lonely cell where even rats wouldn’t keep him company for the rest of his short miserable life!

He twisted more strands of my hair around his fingers. “It’s because you’re the first woman that’s ever made me feel a thing”

He leaned in, so close that his breath ghosted over my skin, and his nose barely grazed mine. I wanted to jerk away, but terror rooted me in place like a marionette under his control. “Where I come from, feelings are forbidden. Only weak people do. I didn’t understand what emotions like happiness, sadness or selflessness meant. I have just always been a selfless bastard who only knew how to get what he wanted.”

He released my hair, walking slowly to stand behind me. “But then, you came around. From that very moment when you jumped out of the house with that silly smile on your face, you offered yourself to me, Rali.”

Oh, forgive me. I didn’t know smiling was the new form of body offering–the words were on the tip of my tongue, but my buds were still hurting from where he tortured them. He’d truly made me realize that I was defenseless and at his mercy.

“You made me start giving shit about people’s emotions–your emotions. So, don’t y

you see? You really are a witch.” He brushed the hair away from the left side of my neck, his touch lingering on my skin like a brand. Slowly, he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot. “A Pretty Witch.”

A sob rose in my throat and escaped before I could stop it. The reality of my situation was truly beginning to set in.

This guy was a psychopath. A very dangerous man. And he was… infatuated with me.

How unfortunate could I be? Certainly, I was going to die by his hands.

Another sob rose in my throat. And another. Until I was a whimpering mess.

Such stories never end well. Such kind of men, they were sick in the head and didn’t even know it. And soon, he’d want to kill me. I knew it,

He ran a finger over the hollow of my neck, tracing the spot where his lips had just been. “Why are you so frightened, Rali?” His voice softened as though he was truly curious. “If I wanted you dead, you’d be already.”

But I didn’t stop crying, tears pooling at the corners of my mouth and dripping onto my collarbone.

He moved back around to stand before me,

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He brushed a strand of hair from my damp, sweat–slicked face, and he did so with so much tenderness, like I was a glass he didn’t want to crack.

Yet, the motherfucker had hurt me more times than I could count.

“You know,” he swiped away my tears. “I initially forgave you each time you gave attention to those men. I let myself think that you were ignorant and didn’t know I’d staked a claim on you already. However, tonight,” his thumb moved to my bottom lip, caressing the soft flesh. “You did know. And I warned you. But you disobeyed me, Rali.”

His thumb lingered on my bottom lip, his eyes feasting on it like he wished it were a different part of his body that was touching my lips and not his thumb.

“You do remember, don’t you, Rali?” His gaze flicked downward to my still–peaked nipples. The look in his eyes made me want to curl in on myself.

“I told you I’d punish you. And since we’ll be together now, it’s only fair you understand one thing about me… I’m a man who always keeps his word.”

My brows drew together, confusion twisting into disgust. What the fuck was he on about? “You think you haven’t punished me already?”

He dragged his eyes back to meet mine, a dark smile forming on his lips. “Rali…” he dragged out my name like it tasted good on his tongue. “I’ve barely touched you.”

Wait, was he being serious? So, tying me up, stripping me and biting my damn nipples had been him ‘barely touching me‘? This guy was sicker than I thought!

“So, what now?” I huffed. “You going to get a cane and whip me unconscious?”

Fuck, I was doing it again. I was letting my mouth run faster than my brain, and this was a really bad idea.

He smiled. His hand reached into his back pocket, returning with the blade I’d been relieved was gone. My eyes rounded and my anxiety spiked up again.

Okay. So, maybe he could do something worse than whipping.