You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 29

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Or–1 tried. The hit landed, but it was like throwing cotton at a tank. He didn’t even flinch.

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He only paused for

a second, and when I tried to use that tiny second to free my leg, I realized he still had them firmly

trapped in his hands.

His strength was insane. I could hardly move a limb.

“Please don’t tell me you fight with that fist,” he looked up at me like he was truly concerned. “Fuck. We might really need to work on that, Rali.”

Blood heated in my face. Was the son of a bitch calling me weak?

I tightened my fist and tried to punch him again, but in one smooth motion, he let go of one leg and caught my hand mid- air. His reflexes were inhuman. I barely saw him move.

Not hesitating, I used the advantage of my free leg to kick him in the shoulder–or I thought I kicked him.

He released my fist and rose with a grunt. In that tiny moment, I saw the rage in his eyes, right before he struck me in the cheek with the back of his palm.

My head snapped sideways as my vision spun. I squeezed my eyes shut from the impact.

His fingers dug into my hair, yanking hard. “You’re delaying my meal, Rali. And while I might really love you, I’m not a patient man. Especially when it comes to what’s mine.”

His free hand reached for his back pocket, and when it came back holding a blade, my stomach dropped like a stone tossed into deep water.

No. No. No.

My anxiety surged, recalling what had happened the last time he held a blade against me. I couldn’t go through any of that again..

“Please…” my voice cracked around the word. “I just don’t want this.”

He brought the knife to my throat, close enough to make the hairs rise. “You don’t want this? Or you’re afraid you’ll love it too much when you get it from me?”

Oh, fuck him.

Sure, I’d imagined what it’d feel like getting my pussy sucked by a real tongue. But I didn’t want it to be him. He couldn’t be my first.

Still gripping my hair, he dragged the blade from my throat down to the back of my knee, letting the steel skim over the joint.

His lips hovered above my ear as he whispered, “If I stab you right here, you’ll bleed out fast. The pain will be white–hot. Bone–deep. Would you want that, Rali?”

Beads of sweat covered my forehead, my heart begging to be let out of my chest.

When I felt him dip the edge of the knife in, I desperately shook my head. “No.”

He stopped, the blade yet to break skin.

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Releasing my hair, he returned to his position between my legs like nothing had happened, completely ignoring the fury burning in my tear–filled eyes.

My legs were back on his shoulders, and this time, when he leaned in, his mouth made contact.

It was a lick. Just a single, featherlight flick of his tongue. But it set fire to the cold parts of me.

My skin buzzed with heat I didn’t want to feel.

God, I didn’t like this.

I wanted to twist away, but his hand, the one holding the blade, rested on my thigh. One wrong move and I knew he’d use it.

“Fucking hell,” he cursed, his voice strained like he was the one barely holding it together. He licked again, slower this time. “How the hell do you taste this good?” Another swipe. “Smell so good?”

My hands gripping the table tightened, a shiver igniting every nerve ending my body.

Keeping the hand with the blade around one of my legs, he slid the other down and found my folds.

I chomped down on my lower lip to stop the treacherous sound from escaping. But the stupid sound–half whimper, half curse–still managed to break free when his finger brushed over the sensitive petals of my sex.

Holy fuck.

I bucked off the table like a live wire had just kissed my spine and made one more attempt to get away from him. I shouldn’t be getting this sensation from him. It was going to be the end of me.

“This is why you were so scared, huh?” He teased my slick entrance with a stroke. “You didn’t want me to see the unmistakable current of your attraction.”

My brows snapped together. Wait, what?

I knew I was wet. My stupid body couldn’t help being touched intimately for the first time and was practically writing poetry at his touch. But what in hell did he mean by attraction?

“I’d rather be attracted to a winter blizzard than be attracted to you–Fuck!” my jab was cut short when he latched onto me with his mouth and sucked.

Sweet suffering saints!

My head fell back, my shoulders slumped as my mouth gaped in a soundless scream. Prior to now, he’d only been teasing me with flicks of his tongue, but now? Now he brought out the entire arsenal. The whole fucking package.

It was nothing I’d imagined.

He devoured me. No, worshipped me. As if between my thighs was salvation, and he was the devil repenting.

His tongue danced and dragged, his teeth grazing just enough to make my hips jerk up, chasing every stroke. He was starving and I, unwillingly, was his banquet.

And then, like the sadistic bastard he was, he pulled away.

I gasped like I’d just surfaced from underwater. When I looked down, my vision spinning, he was grinning like a smug cat who’d swallowed a very naughty canary. I wanted to slap the satisfaction off his stupid face.

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“Didn’t think you’d enjoy it this much.”

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His face was gone again. But this time, it was slower. Just his tongue delivering gentle flicks that felt like they were spelling his name in cursive.

“Please…” I tried to scoot away.

I didn’t want this. No, I wanted this. Just not from him.

It didn’t matter that his tongue was turning me into something unrecognizable and bringing me to the verge of begging for more. It just couldn’t be him.

“Are you going to pretend you don’t like this, Rali?” Another flick. I chomped harder on my lip. “You’re going to pretend you don’t like the feel of my tongue on your pussy? My pussy?”

“No!”

His finger returned, and this time, it slid slowly into me.

My jaw dropped as I tried, yet again, to lower my leg from his shoulder. But he caught it and pointed the blade at my thigh without withdrawing his face from the haven he’d found between my legs.

It was impossible keeping my eyes open. “No…”

“You slutty liar.” He pulled away just enough to speak against my core. “Your lips say something else, while your pussy says another. Do you two ever agree?”

His finger started thrusting and a keen noise built in

my

throat.

God, if he kept up with this…

No. I couldn’t get my first human–given orgasm from him. I refused to give him the privilege.

Shutting my eyes, I clawed at the corners of my mind for anything that could distract me. Warzones. Root canals. A cockroach infestation in my apartment. But the second his mouth returned to my core, all those mental sandcastles crumbled into dust.

A tremor exploded in my throat and tumbled out in a loud moan.

Holy Crap, Rali! Just shut up for once!

Problem was, I’ve always been a damn screamer! I realized that when I started using the toys Veronica bought for me.

I tried to bite down on my lip to smother the noise, but the way my lips quivered told me I was fighting a losing war. I couldn’t help it.

A tear slipped sideways across my temple, my legs quaking over his shoulders.

Then–God help me–he added another finger, and I shattered. Completely shattered. The scream tore out of me before I could trap it.

Oh, damn him! Damn him to hell.

I tried again to pull my legs down from his shoulders, but that earned me a sharp pinch from the blade grazing into my thigh.

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I cried and went still immediately, afraid he’ll send the knife deeper if I kept moving.

He pulled the knife back, withdrew his fingers, and to my horror, moved the blade to my cunt.

Oh, God.

No. No. No.

My blood turned to stone, my eyes wide and unblinking.

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His face rose to meet mine. “One more wrong move, Rali,” he made me feel the pointed edge of the blade against my clit.

Sweat beaded on my forehead and dropped to my lips. I didn’t wipe it. Not when I was a sculpture of fear.

“Just one more, and I’ll make sure you know what it feels like to be fucked with a knife. It’ll hurt more than your imagination can handle.”

I was too scared to even gulp.

“You… You wouldn’t.”

A slow gleam curved in his eyes, and he brought the blade so close to my pussy, I feared he’d actually cut me if he had to move one more inch.

“Have you forgotten so soon, honey? I’m a man that lives by his word.”

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