Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
“No.” A tear slips down the side of her face, and I catch it on my tongue, letting the salty flavor sit there while I press against her seam. There. Finally. Something. My Allie. My little filly.
“That’s right,” I tell her, rubbing her in slow circles while I lick her cheek. “Give me your tears. I want all of them. All of you.”
“Why?” she asks with a whimper.
Because I need you. I need you so much that it makes me wish I could kill you. It makes me wish I could really hate you as much as I hate myself.
But I won’t admit it. I’m not letting her win. “Because you give them to me so well.”
“Deep down inside, you know it’s wrong,” she insists, more breathless than before. I’m getting to her. She can’t help it.
“Since when do I give a fuck about right and wrong?” She gasps when I reach between us to lower my zipper. “If you knew me as well as you claim to, then you’d know the rules don’t matter to me. Other people’s opinions don’t matter to me.”
“This is different. It’s more than just right or wrong. It’s ethically wrong.” There is so much pain behind her eyes when they meet mine. “Will this help you, Kade? Will fucking your own sister help you get over this... pain you keep shoving deeper inside yourself?”
“Of course I know it’s wrong,” I say, ignoring her psychoanalysis. She just doesn’t realize I think it’s wrong for reasons different from hers.
Her pained whimper only makes me laugh while I pull my aching, dripping cock free from my boxer briefs. It’s such a relief. “It’s got you more turned on than you’ve ever been in your entire life. The question is, what am I going to do with you?”
She lets out a ragged gasp before her head shakes back and forth. “Fine. If this is how you want it. Then I’ll fucking leave, and I never want to see you again.”
What the fuck is happening here? Fuck.
No matter how much I hate her—and I do—the pain that throbs in her voice takes some of the fun out of this. Real pain, deep in her soul.
“Please,” she pleads while her tears run faster. And once again, I’m too weak. I could take her, do whatever the fuck I want. Once I get her going, she always wants more. But I can’t bear hearing that pain in her voice.
“Fine.” That won’t stop me from getting a little satisfaction out of this. “Relax,” I murmur in her ear before catching the lobe between my teeth and making her shudder.
Fuck, she is so wet. By the time I drag my head through her slit, a puddle has formed under her ass. She closes her eyes, arches her back, and the sight and feel of it are mind-blowing. It would be so easy to slip inside her now, wouldn’t it? She can’t stop me.
This is not the time for me to grow a conscience.
But I guess that’s what I do, since, instead of fucking her like my instincts scream at me to do, I settle for grinding my head against her tiny clit. She jolts against me before settling back with a moan. “Oh my God. Brother. That feels so good.” Her arms snake around my neck and squeeze tight while her legs do the same around my hips.
“Oh fuck…” Her wrapping around me jolts more sensation through my body, but her statement... turns my stomach.
“Are you gonna come for me like a good girl?” I say, trying to change direction.
I did this to myself, didn’t I?
My mouth is close to her ear, my tongue dipping inside until she moans again. “No, you’re not a good girl, are you? You’re bad. That’s why you’re so wet. Isn’t it?”
“Kade, fuck me like your sister. Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to fuck your sister.”
And with that, somehow, impossibly, with her bare skin and wet cunt right fucking there, I soften. I jerk away from her and bite my cheek before I take this out on her. No. I’ll just tell her the truth, and we can be done with this fucking lie and get back to things.
“Kade. Look at me.” I grit my teeth and take a deep breath, about to reveal another secret and lose some of my leverage. The only leverage I have with her. Ever had really. I take control when we fuck, when I can, because she fucking gives it to me.
“Kade,” she says, and her fingers gather in the hair at the back of my neck and pull tight to tilt my head backward. I allow it, but I glare when I finally meet her eyes. “I know you’re not my fucking brother, okay?”
The ice is back in her eyes. No heat. Nothing but frozen fucking tundras. “You what...?”