You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

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“This will be for your disobedience, Rali,” there was a colder edge to his tone. “So, whenever you see this mark, you’ll remember it happened because you tried to let another man touch you when you were mine.”

My chest heaved as my mind scrambled for words.

“O–Okay. Y–You have to-“I gulped hard. “Whatever i it is you want to do, you can–No!”

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The scream tore out of me before I even felt the full sting of the blade slashing clean across the back of my left thigh. I jolted against the ropes, writhing and wailing, helpless as warm blood ran down my skin, trickling over my calf and pooling at my

feet.

Oh, the unfeeling son of a bitch.

It was only a minute, but it felt like I’d been crying for an entirety.

And the entire time, he just stood there and watched me right in the face. Like the cold–blooded monster that he was. His silence was almost as cruel as the cut itself.

Suddenly, he reached out his hand, attempting to cradle my face, but I jerked my head back with everything I had left.

“Don’t fucking touch me, asshole!”

He seemed unaffected, however, and still tried to touch me again, gripping my chin firmly when I tried to retreat.

“You should get used to it. Cause I’ll be touching you all the time, Rali,” he said the words like I wasn’t bleeding from where he cut me.

“You can keep dreaming. I’ll never be yours, you stupid freak! Do you understand? You’ll never have me!”

The change in him was instant–like someone had flipped a switch and drained the humanity from his face. His pupils dilated, swallowing the grey ring around his irises, and his jaw clenched so tightly I could hear the grind of his teeth in the

silence.

He moved faster than a blink.

His hand snapped around my throat, cutting off my words and nearly my breath.

“What the fuck did you say?” His voice was raw. “Did you dare to say you’re not mine?”

His grip tightened, not enough to kill, but just enough to make the threat believable.

My eyes rolled up as my lungs screamed for air.

“You’re fucking mine, Rali. I’ll crack your head open your head and imprint in your fucking brain if I have to. Don’t test how far I’m willing to go to claim you, because guess what? You don’t have a choice.”

He released me just when I thought I only had one last breath left. Air came in like a flood, I collapsed forward, coughing and wheezing with my entire body trembling from the whiplash of being starved and saved in the same second.

My head dropped. I didn’t dare look up. My shoulders trembled with each breath I tried to take in peace, though nothing about this moment was peaceful.

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He straightened above me and before I knew it, the ropes were cut off.

It was unexpected and had me landing on my hands and knees.

Christ!

My legs buckled beneath me, weak from pain and the lack of circulation. I inhaled deeply, savoring the comfort.

I forced myself to remember that I wasn’t alone. And he probably wasn’t done with me. Or was he?

I turned, my butts on the ground to find him standing and watching me. God, I was completely naked.

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Well, almost. My pants were the only things protecting my most intimate area now. Should I be grateful he hadn’t touched that yet?

I stared up at him with teary eyes, and fresh fear gripped me when his hands suddenly moved to his belt.

No!

“You have two virgin holes, Rali,” he spoke icily as he deftly removed the belt. “Guess which hole I’m claiming tonight?”

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the throbbing pain that came from where he cut me behind my thigh. Not from the other harm he’s inflicted on me and other ways he could hurt me.

No. Right now, all that mattered was getting away.

And I did just that.

I stood and bolted for the door. It wasn’t until I’d taken the first two steps that I realized my leg really did hurt.

The need to survive kind of numbed it and kept me running. But I’d barely made it to the door when a strong hand gripped my hair, pulling me back with a force so strong, I let out a cry.

His body pressed to my back as his breath skimmed the edge of my ear. “Not so fast, baby. The fun hasn’t even started.”

His teeth grazed my ear.

“Let me go! You’re not touching me! I’ll never let you touch me!” My body thrashed as his hand clamped tighter in my hair, dragging me backward like I was weightless.

Getting to the middle of the room, he shoved me down. The air punched out of my lungs as my back slammed the floor.

I lifted

my hands to cover my breasts that bounced on my chest from how hard I fell. I knew it was useless trying to shield them from him. He’s seen, touched and hurt them. But I had to do it, anyway. It felt wrong ‘willingly‘ letting him see them.

“This would be a lot less painful if you don’t struggle, but I’m fine with whatever method you choose,” he said as he unhooked the button on his pants.

His calmness was the worst part. How he looked like he had total control. Like a predator that didn’t need to rush because he knew his prey couldn’t escape,

I masked my fear with fury. “Stay away from me. You have no right to do this to me.”

He said nothing as he lowered the zipper with that same maddening calm, creating a slow V of darkness in the open space of

his slacks.

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