You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

He didn’t have to hold my legs up anymore. They stayed exactly where he’d placed them.

I knew he wasn’t bluffing. He was the kind of man who carried out his threats.

Without shifting the blade, his fingers returned to my heat, parting me again. His elbows pried my thighs wider as his thumb rolled over my clit in circles.

It was a terrifying mix: fear at my ribs, pleasure in my veins.

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“I know you don’t want this.” His eyes were on my pussy where he stroked. “You don’t want me here and probably wish you could claw your way free from me.” He moved the knife until the flat of the blade rested at the crest of my mound, just above the place his thumb pressed in maddening circles.

My lower lip went in–between my teeth again, a hot ball forming in my lower abdomen.

“But you don’t really have a choice, Green.”

Two fingers pushed into me.

Oh, God.

“No matter how much you hate this, all you can do is sit here, your thighs wide open for me while I do what I wish with your pussy.”

The tremor increased, a small sound escaping my throat as the hot ball in my abdomen lapped at the shores of my senses.

“I could choose to fuck your pussy right now. To fill you with my cum and watch it drip down your thighs. And there won’t be a damn thing you’ll be able to do about it, Rali.” His fingers curled within me, hitting a spot I never knew existed.

“When it comes to me, you don’t have a choice.”

My mouth fell open. My heartbeat quickened and matched the rhythm of the racing thoughts his words formed in my head.

And when he claimed my pussy with his tongue again, the explosion came.

It felt like a thousand tiny suns ignited simultaneously within me and melted every inch of my being into pure, liquid ecstasy. The wave of pleasure was so monumental it could have rerouted rivers.

I screamed shamelessly, unaware the sound was initially coming from me.

For well over a minute, the orgasm lasted and even then, aftershocks pulled me further from myself, until all I could do was grip the edge of the table like it was the last solid thing left in the world.

VOID

I couldn’t stop.

Fuck, I never wanted to.

Thirty minutes later, and Rali already had three cuts on her thighs, and one on her hand. The bitch was really stubborn, it was impossible not to hurt her.

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She’d sustained them while trying to get me to stop. While begging me to stop. But she didn’t have the right to stop me when I didn’t want to.

I was still nestled between her thighs, the only place on earth that could damn me and save me in the same breath.

She was a whimpering mess, her back laid tiredly on the table from having to come–how many was it again –four times. She’d lost her strength and will to fight. She wanted me to stop.

But how could I when she tasted like the forbidden fruit the devil himself would kill to bite again? How could I when she tasted like creamy citrus?

I’d tasted every flavor this filthy earth had to offer–blood, whiskey, vengeance–but nothing burned on my tongue like Rali’s pussy. If I could bottle the way she tasted, I’d drink it till madness swallowed me whole.

I continued to lick and explore every contour of her pussy, even though I was already familiar with the environment. That’s what obsession does.

Her legs were barely hanging onto my shoulders now, shaking like leaves with sweats on her face and chest.

“Oh, God…” she cried weakly, like she always did whenever I bit the tiniest part of her clit.

This lady had no idea how perfect she was. Beautiful without knowing, soft without trying. Her cries were carved straight from temptation’s own throat, and every moan that left her lips felt like it was dragging me deeper into some hell I never wanted to leave.

I’ll admit, she wasn’t made for me. Someone like her, all light and softness, was made by the angels for men who prayed, not monsters like me. But I was going to take her anyway. Twist her light until it flickered just for me. Break her slowly and sweetly until the only name her mind could cling to in the dark was mine.

I never said I was a good man. Hell, goodness had long since rotted out of me. And I was selfish enough to keep someone like Rali by my side.

Her toes curled up, her lips falling open in a wordless scream as another orgasm crashed through her. Make that five.

I sucked harder, biting the sore clit and soothing it with my tongue at intervals.

She panted as she rode out the last wave, her hands shaking from where they gripped the table.

“Please,” her body wracked with sobs, her head shaking sideways. “Please, I can’t take anymore. Please.”

She tried weakly to pull her leg free from my shoulder, and I pulled my face away from my meal, just enough to slap it. She jerked, a smaller sob breaking free.

“I told you not to move,” I brought the blade closer to her thigh.

Her half–closed eyes flew wide open as she looked at the blade moving to her cunt.

“I thought I warned you, Rali?”

“No, no, no. I’m s–sorry. I wasn’t trying to move,” despite her state, she managed to rush the words out.

I couldn’t conceal my smile. Fear looked so fucking pretty on her. Those wide, teary eyes that saw the devil in me.

Teasing her, I brought the blade to her pussy lips.

“Wait…”

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I let the blade move to her entrance and she yelped.

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I’d thought of actually fucking her with it, but then that would make her bleed and the stupid blade didn’t have the right to taste her blood before my cock. Rali’s pussy was mine.

Setting the blade aside, I returned my face to her pussy, kissing the folds like I would her lips. My tongue coaxed her open again and again, until I could taste her very shivers.

Her head fell back as her sobs blended into moans. Her poor mind couldn’t decide whether to drown in the pleasure or run from the ruin.

If she tasted this good on my tongue, how would she taste around my cock?

Fuck. Would it be so bad to break my promise and fuck her here and now? My cock was straining in my pants, begging to be released to hit the one that place that tasted like home.

She was fucking wet from all my feasting. Fucking/her right now would be mind–blowing.

I’d imagined this with Rali too many times that staring right at her pussy without being able to fuck it was torture.

If it were others, a man like me wouldn’t give a damn. But it was Rali. She had a wish to have an unforgettable first–time. On that day, I was going to treat her to dinner, buy her flowers and make love to her, probably on a yacht or something.

I wasn’t a romantic, but I wanted to be the best for her.

Few more licks and I finally pulled away before I gave into the temptation and really fuck her in this state.

As soon as I was standing and her legs fell to her sides, she sat up and glared at me like I was the villain in her story.

I smiled, running my fingers along her hair, smoothing it. As expected, she turned her face away from my touch, arms folded back over her breasts. She even tightened her knees together to cover the meal I just devoured.

I was tempted to laugh.

But gods, why did she look so stunning with the frown? Her cheeks were mottled red, her lips drawn into a stubborn line that only made me want to ruin it again. She looked like she could kill me if she had the chance.

She was exhausted, yet she still summoned the strength to frown at me.

However, she didn’t stop me as I tucked loose strands behind her ear. Guess she was too busy covering her bossom.

“You’re delicious.”

The lines of her face tightened, first with annoyance, then carved with fury. She looked away and tried to slide back, but she couldn’t get far.

Chuckling, I gripped her waist and scooped her off the table, carrying her across to the bed.

“Don’t touch me.” She curled deeper into the bed the second I laid her down.

I let her pretend her words held weight, pulling the duvet up to cover her hips. She snatched it higher to shield her chest like I hadn’t worshipped every inch of her.

“You haven’t opened your gift.” I reached for the small box on the bed.

“I don’t want anything from you.” She sounded sleepy.

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Well, who wouldn’t be after having to come so many times?

I watched her gaze flick to the window again.

Poor thing. She must be wondering why the cops hadn’t come to her aid yet.

I held back a smirk and popped open the box. A diamond wheel pendant winked up at me.

I took out the piece and reached for her throat. But as expected, she resisted.

My patience cracked just a little. “If you don’t stop being stubborn, I’ll fuck you.”

Her face flared with color. Her lips parted like she might argue then wisely shut again.

Good.

The necklace clicked closed around her neck, and I leaned back to admire it.

Perfect. I knew it was going to be just that on her.

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“You’ll wear this for now. I’ll get you more so whenever I see you, you’ll be wearing something of mine.” Her eyes could drill holes through solid titanium.

I peeled myself away from the bed, slipped my gloves on and turned toward the door.

Reaching the door, I paused to look at her exhausted figure. Those green eyes were glaring at me like I was the one thing she hated most in the world.

What would it be like to really fuck her? To fill her until she leaks the proof of me down her thighs

I was tempted. So fucking tempted.

Eleven days–I reminded myself. That was all she had.

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