You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47

I gasped loudly as a bolt of pain caught me off guard.

My body responded instinctively, tightening around him, and this time, I pulled the cuffs harder than I ever had.

He moved one of his hands to stay above my head while the other held my hip in a possessive grip.

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I thrashed beneath him, but when he pulled out to the tip and slammed into me again, strength evaded me and all I could do was groan.

God, it hurt. More than I imagined it would.

He muttered some curses under his breath as his eye’s darkened.

“Please… Please, stop,” I sobbed.

Suddenly, his hand above my head grabbed my chin roughly. “Not even in hell. I am never going to stop.”

Another thrust. And another. Until the rhythm turned ruthless.

My cries echoed in the room as my body moved back and forth under his weight.

It hurt like he said he would, and I didn’t need to have experienced sex before to know he was being extra rough with me.

He fucked me with the insanity of a man who’d torn out his soul and stuffed the hole with obsession.

“Does this feel good, Rali?” His voice was breathless and taunting, his hand still curled beneath my chin while his nose traced the side of my neck.

“Or does it hurt?”

He slammed into me again with a brutality that carved a scream straight out of my throat.

Fuck!!!

His teeth clamped down on my neck, biting hard.

Again, I tried to pull away from him, but the son of a bitch held me in place with his weight.

“Will this make you believe you’re mine now, Rali?” He bit my skin again. “My cock is the first your pussy has ever taken.” Another bite. “And it’ll be the last.”

I continued crying beneath him, willing the moment to stop.

It didn’t matter that the pain had started to flirt with something shamefully close to pleasure. It didn’t matter that my body was confused while my mind was screaming.

He took what I didn’t offer. And I hated him for every second of it.

He dragged his lips from my neck to my mouth, kissing me with a bruising hunger, biting down hard enough to remind me he owned the pain. All the while, his hips kept a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of me like a cruel metronome.

The bastard was really so good with this.

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He fred my lips but took my nipple next, tightening the clamp around me..

I threw my head back as a painful grunt ripped from my throat.

“Fuck you!” I yelled into his face once the pain subsided.

The asshole chuckled.

He completely pulled out of me and a gasp of relief escaped me. God, that hurt. The sudden emptiness made me realize how very full I had been.

Tears blurred my eyes, but I managed to catch a glimpse of his cock. It was coated in my blood. The sight of it made my heart slam against my ribs.

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The monster was staring down at me, a cold smile playing on his lips as if my bleeding was the best performance he’d ever watched.

“Beautiful, isn’t it, Rali?” He asked teasingly as he grabbed both my legs and lifted them so high they brushed my ears.

The strain hurt and I groaned in response.

What the hell was this? He was folding me like paper–bending me in half like I was nothing but a thing to be reshaped.

“You don’t deserve to be loved by anyone,” I hissed, staring up into his eyes like I could burn through them with pure hate.

He leaned in, positioning himself at my aching entrance. “Let’s get one thing straight, baby: the only love I’m interested in comes exclusively from you. Everyone else can take a hike.”

He slammed into me just as the last word left his lips, knocking the breath from mine. My mouth parted in a silent scream. This new angle–God–it made him reach places that had never been touched before.

His hand shot into my hair, yanking my head off the bed and pulling hard enough to make my scalp sting.

“Watch me claim you, baby. Watch me fuck you while you do nothing.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, one lone tear slipping out, born from frustration, hate, and shame. His words didn’t have any business sounding like a lullaby soaked in sin.

He pulled my hair tighter, more painfully. “Eyes open.”

It wasn’t a request”

I opened them, slowly blinking to disperse the blur from my tears.

“You close those eyes again, and there’ll be consequences.”

He forced my head downward, forcing me to stare at where he pounded into me. Forcing me to witness my own ruin.

He was a true monster. How could he even do this to a woman he claimed he loved?

His thrusts picked up, growing wilder and harsher while I cried louder.

He let go of my hair, but only to slip his hand between us and start rubbing my clit. He delivered slow, cruel circles that made my legs tremble.

“Do you want to come, Rali?” He taunted, but I didn’t dignity that with a response.

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“Maybe I should let you,” he went on. “Since you’ve partly been a good girl.”

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He rolled his hips deeper, tilting them at just the right angle. His finger moved faster and more intentional on my clit.

My lips parted on a moan I didn’t want to release. My eyes rolled back before I could stop them.

No. No. No.

He couldn’t make me feel this again.

“Please… The word was barely audible.

I didn’t know what I was begging for. Please, don’t make me come because I don’t want to feel this twisted bliss? Or please make me come already even if you’re a demon I’d rather see buried?

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, burying himself so deep inside me, it felt like he was trying to open up my womb.

“You should get used to this, Green. Get used to me. Because I’m the one you’re stuck with for the rest of your life.”

My resolve finally crumbled as stars exploded behind my eyes. I came so hard, I thought the earth tilted.

I didn’t recognize my own scream.

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No one had ever told me, but I’d learned it now–orgasm was the goddamn crown jewel of sex. How unfortunate I had to get it from him.

He chased his own high and soon, he was down with me, filling me up with his cum.

Then came his kiss. His hand clamped around my throat as he kissed the fuck out of me. His breath was jagged and wild, as if he’d run miles through fire.

“Fuck, Rali, I love you. So fucking much.” He said the words with such intensity like he meant them. But I’d be a fool to ever fall for it.

This man was a monster and definitely had no place for love in his heart.

When he finally let go, my lips felt bruised and swollen, my body humming with too many things I didn’t want to name. He slid off me and fell beside me. I barely recognized the sound as mine when I whimpered.

The weight of everything crashed down like an avalanche.

It was done. He really claimed me.

“My hands.” My voice sandpapered with exhaustion. Even that sentence was a chore to push out.

He leaned on one elbow, chuckling as he reached over and tugged my bottom lip between his fingers.

“You’re staying cuffed all night, Green. Who said I was done with you?”

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True to the monster’s words, he took me two more times before exhaustion completely took over, making it impossible for me to stay awake.

When I regained consciousness, I was in an entirely different environment.

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The room was more beautiful. The bed felt softer. Warmer. Familiar.

I looked around and gasped when I realized I was in his bedroom.

How did I get here? I remembered passing out in the sick torture room.

I got off the bed, and it dawned on me that I was dressed in fresh clean clothes. Even my hair was smooth and neatly brushed, like I’d just walked out of a salon instead of a slaughterhouse.

It was just like the first night he tortured me.

There was no way he could’ve done all of these without stirring me awake. Did he drug me?

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I tried going to the window and it was at that moment I realized how very sore I was. My thighs hurt, and my intimate area… they resented me for even trying to move.

I managed to reach the window and confirmed that I was truly at his place.

I quickly looked around the room for anything that could be of help.

Hold on, who was I kidding? This guy was Void. The Torturer. Even if I threw a knife at his head, the man would probably just laugh and hand me another one to try again.

Tired of bleeding emotions, I headed for the door. It was Tuesday, for crying out loud. I had work. Since the devil had already taken what he wanted, maybe he’d let me go.

I tried not to limp down the stairs. But fuck, it hurt and was so difficult walking properly.

Reaching the bottom of the staircase, I stopped dead in my tracks when I was greeted by two unfamiliar men.

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