You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

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My pretty little sister.

The only thorn who got to step on my toes and live to smirk about it.

I stayed there for a moment, savoring the sight of her passed out with my cum in–between her thighs.

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I’d always fantasized this very moment, pictured it in a thousand ways. Yet, none of them had been as good as this very one. My cum looked so perfect on her, and I couldn’t wait to put it into her virgin cunt.

I smirked, gently turning her over so I could stare at her face. She looked like a mess–rough hair, cheeks mapped by tears, blood on her leg.

I frowned at the cut on her leg. I’d been careful enough not to cut as deeply as I’d have done to others, but it must’ve hurt regardless.

I dragged my eyes back to her gorgeous face, carefully pushing some scattered strands of hair away. She was clearly prettier when her mouth wasn’t running and getting her into trouble. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy punishing her. I’d always known she’d cry best.

I rose to my feet, fixed my pants and grabbed a black cloth from the corner. Covering her with it, I carried her in my arms and out of the house–my torture house.

The entire walk to the car, I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze away from her face, although I couldn’t see clearly due to the darkness of the night.

She stirred in my arms but didn’t come awake. No doubt, she’d be sleeping for a long time since the drug was still in her system. The prospect of being in danger was the reason she’d forcefully woken up in the first place.

We reached my car and I managed to get the back door open without dropping her. I eased her in, got into the front seat and drove.

Fifty–three minutes later, we were at my place. The little bitch was still fast asleep in the backseat. No doubt, she’d be terrified and go back to raining curses when she wakes up in the morning to find herself in a new apartment.

Well, her punishment had been served and now, she deserved some luxury.

As I reached to grab her from the backseat, I glanced at her bag lying next to her.

Her catty companions wouldn’t stop calling and texting, so I had to switch off her phone. I wouldn’t be surprised if they already alerted the police.

Those little fuckers. For a moment, I’d contemplated making them pay for letting Rali go off with a stranger to get fucked. I still wasn’t over the thought, though. Might still make them pay.

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pussy

I took her into the house, up the stairs, into my room, and to the bathroom. She was still fast asleep, stirring only slightly at intervals.

I carefully dropped on the floor and prepared the Jacuzzi before setting her in. The black cover was off, leaving her completely naked in the warm water.

She made a slight comforting sound but still didn’t open her eyes.

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I undressed and joined her in the Jacuzzi, sitting behind her so her weight and back rested against my chest.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her body against mine, and the feel of my hands holding hers.

She was real. I finally had my Rali to myself.

I moved my hands around her chest, then up to her neck, touching her with unhurried movements. I was careful not to touch the lower part of her body, because if I did, there was no guarantee I’d be able to stop. And that wasn’t something I wanted.

When I taste Rali’s pussy, I’d want her to be awake. I’d want to see every reaction, every emotion, and listen to every moan.

A tear slid out of her eye and rolled to her temple. My brows furrowed as I smiled. Aw. Was my Rali dreaming of me? Dreaming of the moments I hurt her?

I darted my tongue out and licked the tear. I bet she’d scream if she woke up and found herself in this position with me.

My hands on her chest, I closed my eyes and breathed into her hair. Then, I breathed into the hollows of her neck. Now, she smelt of sweat but still caramel.

I smiled, licking a potion of the skin..

I still couldn’t comprehend why I was so infatuated with this girl.

Initially, back at the foster home, I’d contemplated killing her when I found myself feeling things I’d never felt before. The feelings were forbidden and I thought she was wrong for making me feel them. So, I’d considered stabbing her at night while she slept to put an end to it.

But when I’d gone to her room that night, I realized killing her was as good as having myself killed. It was the first time I ever held back on killing someone.

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I couldn’t explain it, but I discovered she was the only precious thing I’d ever seen and wanted to keep her. It was at that moment that I realized my feelings for her were real and I wanted to own her. Forever.

She could cry all she wanted. Yell and curse at me. But the truth was, this little woman was never getting away from me. Not even in death.

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It’d taken more discipline than I thought I possessed not to fuck her in the tub. Like placing a steaming plate in front of a starved man and ordering him not to eat. Torture,

I had access to Rali’s pussy now. But there was no need for a rush. She was mine forever and when the time was right–which was in a matter of days–I was going to claim the pussy that’s always been meant for me.

Done from the bathroom, i took her to the bedroom and tended to her wound. I got a night dress from the closet and slipped it on her.

Well, yes. I’d been shopping for her and stacking my closet with her clothes as well. She’s always belonged here.

By the time I finished all of these, it was six a.m. She’ll be awake soon and definitely be hungry.

I groaned as I made my way to the kitchen, phone in hand. There wasn’t any ready food in the fridge, but I had more than enough supplies in storage.

Miles and Eric assumed I kept the place stocked for when the chef came around. Neither of them knew the truth, and I hoped to fuck they never get to know.

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What I was about to do and have been doing was to remain a secret until the end of time, because I hated it as much as I hated being stuck in traffic on a sunny day.

My thumb hovered over my screen. I tapped through my files until I found the list. Pulled up the ingredients. Took a breath. Got to work.

The only time I’ve had to cook was when I was learning the tutorials I watched. I’ve never and will never do this for myself or anyone at all–not even to fulfill a dying man’s wish. But once, Rali had written down that she admired men that could cook. Said some dumb shit about how sexy it was to watch a man in all his masculinity, cooking with an apron for his

woman.

I’d been tempted to rip off the page that night, but here I was, standing in my kitchen with a stupid apron I’d glared so hard at when it got delivered to me.

Because of her, I’ve had to watch numerous videos on her favorite meals and learn how to cook them–or I think I’ve learned.

I tried and failed to wipe the disgruntled look on my face as I worked in the kitchen. It felt so wrong, and even now, I still had difficulties using the weapons–sorry, kitchen utensils–gently without cutting through vegetables and other ingredients like I was at war with them.

Unfortunately, I was stuck with this and didn’t have a choice. If Rali said she liked men that cooked, I was definitely going to

be one.

I was ready to become everything she needed in a man because there would never be a day she’d find an excuse to leave me. And even if she did, I wasn’t letting her go,

RALI

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Adrenaline kicked in and I slammed my elbow back at him with every ounce of strength I had left. It connected with something–his jaw, maybe–but all I got in return was a low grunt. He didn’t move an inch. Like he was made of steel and fed on madness.

His fingers tangled deeper into my hair, yanking hard until my head snapped back and my cheek hit the cold floor.

Oh, fuck him a million times.

I struggled some more, then he did something that drained the strength out of me. He reached for my injured thigh and pressed into the spot.

My mouth fell open before the cry rang out. I stopped struggling and writhed from

through my nerves. He stopped almost immediately.

…e pain that exploded like a siren

“I told you I was fine with whatever method you choose,” he whispered into my ear while I sobbed.

He released my hair, only to begin pulling down my pant.

“No… Don’t do this.”

When I tried to turn, he ripped the pant apart, bringing me completely naked before him.

Good God. Where was a miracle when I needed one?

He lowered himself over me again, his presence pressing in from every angle. His hand glided over my spine, down to my hips, claiming space like it was his birthright.

Sadly, I was too afraid to try to run from him again.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Rali,” he said as his palm warmed the curve of my waist. “So fucking mine.”

I couldn’t believe a guy was finally touching me. How unfortunate that it turned out to be the wrong one.

I heard a ruffling sound and knew he was lowering his pants now.

No. Fucking no.

“I’ll never disobey you again!” I rushed out, my eyes flying wide in horror.

He chuckled as if I’d said some nursery joke.

Then, the worst happened.

I’d never touched a man’s dick in real life before, but I had an idea what it might ‘feel‘ like. And the organ hitting my butt cheeks at this moment felt just like it.

I turned to stone and my heart mirrored the chill. It was so hard and…and wet. And it filled me with the horror of the reality of my situation. I was truly fucked.

He hit it on my butt cheeks and started the journey down the middle line.

“Wait…!” I didn’t know what I was saying, and he obviously didn’t care as he pushed himself into my asshole.

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It was a deep inhale at first, then a shriek and reflex that propelled me forward, coming from me wanting to get away from

him.

But he grabbed my hair and pinned me down, keeping me in place.

“Fuck, Rali!” He groaned, his voice raw with pleasure.

My lips were parted in a silent scream as pain blinded my vision. This time, I didn’t think of any consequence as I still struggled to get away from him. But his weight on me was like a mountain, making all my efforts fruitless.

“Please…” I sobbed, grunting when the pain shot through me again.

He went deeper, stretching my hole in a way that was so painful and hard to describe.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my hands clammy with sweat as they held onto the floor for support.

“How can you be so fucking good?” His voice was low and different, filled with an edge I couldn’t recognize.

Still yanking my hair, he jerked my face away from the floor and leaned down so his face was very close to mine.

“Tell me, Rali, can you feel how good you take me? It’s like this hole was fucking made for me. Do you believe me now?”

He darted his tongue out, licking some of the tears making their way down to my neck.

I whimpered, my eyes going close, every will to fight having left me.

What was the need anyway? He was stronger and was always going to defeat me.

He put my head down and released my hair, like he’s sensed I’d given up fighting him already.

He grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands, parting them as he thrust out and rammed into me again.

Another cry. Another jerk.

He didn’t thrust again but stayed inside me.

“Who do you belong to, Rali?” His voice scraped against my ears.

My lips were shaking, the pain shooting right to my lower abdomen.

His hand was back in my hair again, pulling my face from the floor to meet his.

“I asked a fucking question!”

I couldn’t fully look him in the face due to our position, but I tilted my head like he wanted. “I’ll never belong to you.”

His

eyes darkened, and he delivered a particularly painful thrust that ripped another cry from me.

He kept my face near his, absorbing the sight of my grief–stricken tears.

“Wrong answer. Want to try again?” I could hear the impatience in his voice.

“I hate you!” I shouted in frustration, panting heavily.

“Wrong answer.” Another painful thrust.

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“Let me go! Please…!” My hands went up to his in my hair, willing it to go away.

“Who do you belong to, Rali? I need an answer.”

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But I kept my mouth shut. If he thinks I’m ever going to confess myself to him, he must be more delusional than I give him

credit for.

His look hardened and he steadied his thrusts, in and out with a pace I couldn’t keep up with.

Oxygen abandoned me, my lips unable to close back up.

He fucked me like a mad man, in a way that hurt the way he intended. Soon, it became unbearable, I had to beg him to stop.

“Who fucking owns you?” He gritted the words, his hold in my hair even more painful.

But all I did was sob and shake.

“I swear to fuck, Rali, if I have to ask you again…”

He delivered two painful thrusts that pushed me an inch forward.

“You!” The word finally left my lips, tasting as bitter as the remnants of crushed dreams.

I feared I might pass out if I didn’t get him to stop somehow.

However, his thrusts didn’t slow as he continued ramming into my bruised hole.

“Say it again,” he ordered.

“You. Please.”

He released my hair, balancing both hands on either side of my head that had fallen back to the floor. Then, he resumed his hard thrusts.

I continuously sobbed while begging him to let me go. I thought he would when I answered his question.

Just when I was sure of passing out, he pulled out of me, smearing his release in–between my butts, right where my pussy

was.

I squirmed and shifted uncomfortably, but I was too weak to try to get away.

I laid there on the floor, sobs wracking my shoulder and unable to see him. I didn’t even want to see him.

There was no strength left in me. The monster had taken everything from me. Or almost everything.

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