You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 52

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Crawling back on my knees, I dipped my head to the floor. I glanced at his legs spread apart with me kneeling before him. With my wrists still bound behind me, my posture looked pitiful even to myself.

I truly felt like his slave and him, my master.

Another tear joined the first as I stuck out my tongue and brushed against the mess he left behind.

I dragged my tongue slowly across the floor, tasting humiliation more than anything else.

He didn’t look away. His cruel eyes peeled me open, drinking in every second of my disgrace like fine wine.

I cleaned it all–every last drop–with my tongue.

My eyes were filled with renewed hatred when I straightened and looked up at him.

“That was perfect, Green,” he said in a sultry voice, running his finger along the seam of my lower lip. “Did I taste good on your tongue?”

“No. I wish I could throw up.”

A laugh rasped out of him, and fuck, I hated when he did that.

“Since you got to be a good girl, I’ll overlook your strikes.” He threaded his fingers through my hair. “You have no idea how much you affect me, Rali. All I want to do right now is turn you over and fuck your brains out.”

My anger morphed into fear. No. No sex.

As if sensing my fear, he smiled. “Turn around.”

What? “Please, I-”

“Would you prefer to keep walking around with your hands tied?”

Okay…

I took a deep breath and turned. As soon as the belt was off, I sprang to my feet, stumbling a little as blood returned to my hands.

He leaned back on the couch, regarding me with those arctic eyes. “Go upstairs, Rali, and lock the door.”

I paused.

“If I come up and find it open, I’ll fuck you. And you won’t like it.”

My body moved before my brain could.

I turned and bolted for the stairs without looking back.

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Turned out I wasn’t half as safe as I thought I’d be in the bedroom.

Void had an extra key and after a couple of hours, he opened the door and asked me to get dressed.

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“Where are we going?” I asked, perplexed.

“It’s a surprise, Green. Don’t play twenty questions.”

I used the bathroom and was surprised when I found the exact soap and lotion I used at home.

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Apparently, there was also a walk–in closest with rows upon rows of designer clothes, shoes that whispered money, bags that screamed exclusivity, and enough jewelry to put a royal vault to shame.

And the eerie part? Everything was my size. Every single thing.

Freak.

He told me to pick a dress and heels. A part of me itched to defy him; throw on sweatpants and rubber slippers just to ruffle his feathers. But the burn still lingered on my back and thighs from where he whipped me.

I selected a green knee–length dress, black heels designed with silver at the top, and a black purse.

I was mindful not to pick anything revealing as my thighs and back still had welts from where he tortured me.

For a moment, I stopped to think of how rich this guy actually was. The price tags on these things could probably pay my rent for a decade and still have change for therapy.

There wasn’t a single piece of costume jewelry in sight. It was all real–gold, diamonds, zirconia. Even the maisonette pieces were exquisite.

It begged the question: How could a man do all of these for a girl he tortured?

Half an hour later, I was fully dressed and went downstairs to meet him. I didn’t need to hear it from anyone that I looked good. I wished I didn’t have to for him, but I didn’t have a choice when all the items in the closet were effortlessly beautiful.

He sat sprawled on the couch with a cigar, one leg slung lazily over the other, smoke crowning him in something that felt both sacred and profane.

The air was thick with the acrid perfume of nicotine and evil.

The moment his eyes met mine, the temperature in the room shifted.

He froze mid–drag, the cigarette stuck between his lips and fingers as his gaze roamed from my head to toe. He didn’t blink or flinch. Just stared like I was a fever dream he wasn’t ready to wake up

from.

Dragging the cigar away from his lips, he breathed out a slow cyclone of smoke that spiraled back toward him. His eyes didn’t leave mine. Not once.

My feet wobbled and I had to force my gaze to the floor.

He rose from his seat, taking another drag before speaking. “Never seen anyone this stunning, Green.”

My breath caught in my throat. I lifted my eyes and got a good look at him and–what the hell?

Damnation never looked so good.

He wore black flared pants that flirted with the floor and a vintage shirt, half unbuttoned, teasing the black eagle inked across his chest. His hair was a mess of dark tousled waves with a few strands falling near one eye, drawing attention to the storm behind it. The light scar on his lip had nothing on him other than the reminder that he’d kissed pain and made it beg for more. And the ring on his brow… it should’ve looked ridiculous, but on him, it was just more temptation carved in metal.

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I hated this man. Hated everything he stood for. But in that moment, I understood why the devil was said to be the most beautiful angel.

Suddenly, I began to question how he could’ve been the same monster hurting me.

“Should I grab a bowl of popcorn for you, Rali? Or are you just good staring at me dry–mouthed?” His lips lifted in a smirk.

Stupid, Rali–I scolded myself,

Angrily, I dropped my gaze to the floor again and heard him chuckle.

“You don’t have to worry, baby. I’m all yours,” he added.

What? I glared up at him. I’d rather gargle broken glass than care about him. Not one cell in my body gave a damn. And if I had to stab him in the back, I’d twist the knife just for good measure.

“When can I leave?” Irritation seeped into my voice. “I have really important things to take care of.”

Like Steven. I was curious to know what he’d discovered about Elizabeth Chen.

Just like a switch, whatever warmth he had in his eyes vanished. “We’re over this, Rali. You’re staying with me till the end of the week.”

“But why? It isn’t like I’m running away, am I?”

He reached out and wrapped his fingers around me, holding it gently. Unhurriedly, he started leading me toward the door.

I yanked my hand and froze in place, stopping at the door. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”

“Doing what?”

“This,” I hissed. “Keeping me against my will, treating me like a pet.” My lips twisted into a hard line as tears pooled in my eyes. “You raped me just yesterday. You can’t start acting like things are normal between us!”

I expected him to snap. Instead, he smirked. “I raped you?” He leaned in towards me, making me retreat to the wall. “You begged me to fuck you, Rali. Or do you forget so easily?”

My lips parted in shock. He couldn’t be serious!

“You forced me to say those words!”

“Maybe. But in the end you said them. And don’t pretend like you didn’t have a good time. Your clit still throbs when you recall what I did to you.”

My face burnt red in shame. God, I wanted to stab this douchebag in the face.

I opened my mouth but no words agreed to form. A tear broke free and slid down my cheek.

“No tears, Rali. Not now.” He brushed it away with his thumb, and then, like I hadn’t just accused him of the worst thing imaginable, he ran his hand through my hair, smoothing it down as if my pain was something to be petted.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead, took my hand and led me out the door.

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