Chapter 18 - Rowen
Why did she have to be such a fucking brat?
I needed her to know who I was—who Michael was—but when she acted like she couldn’t even stand being in the same room as me…
I’d just take out my frustration on her tonight and make her pay for putting me through hell.
Like making me walk in on her about to finger herself after I’d sent those texts. It wasn’t like I could enjoy the view or join the fun and get my hands on her, in her. Instead, I had to be shocked, pretend as though her body wasn’t something I’d already marked and claimed, even memorized.
Fuck.
My cock strained in my pants, and I had to grip the edge of the counter to stop myself from storming into her bedroom, stripping her of the walls of resentment she’d built to keep me out and giving her something to actually hate me for.
But I had time—four days. Four days to unmake her, to peel back her layers until she was totally exposed, raw, and broken. She’d be mine to rebuild, and by the time I was done with her, she’d crave the hands of the man who’d ruined her.
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I decided to change things up to keep her on her toes.
My hand wrapped around her bedroom door knob and turned, the movement silent as I slowly opened the door, just enough to see her.
Good girl.
She was waiting for me, just as I’d asked.
Naked.
Kneeling.
Facing the open window.
My cock throbbed in my pants, needing to be let out. It was painfully hard, aching for the only place I’d found myself at home.
Avery was distracted, watching the window carefully for any sign of me, so I slipped in quietly.
I smiled against my mask, watching the moonlight reflect off her pale skin, making her look like a goddamn goddess of the night or something. I wanted to drown in her soft curves, brand myself on each roll and dip of her body, worship her until she was shaking.
“Boo,” I whispered.
She startled and stood up abruptly.
“Kneel.” There was no mistaking the edge in my voice.
Her knees hit the floor. “Did he see you?”
“Your stepbrother?” She nodded. “No. The house was empty when I snuck in.”
She looked curious for a second, wondering where her sworn enemy might’ve wandered off to.
I walked over to her bed and sat at the foot of it, leaning over until my elbows rested on my knees. Avery observed me carefully, her breathing uneven as she stared at the mask she’d yet to look behind.
“Come here.” I wagged a finger at her.
She started to stand, but I shook my head. I didn’t have to tell her what I wanted. She sank onto all fours, dark tendrils of hair falling around her face, and started making her way to me.
It wasn’t a long crawl, but it was more than enough for me. Her ass swayed with each step, breasts dangling and bouncing. It was something I’d never forget.
When she reached me, she sat back on her heels. I grabbed her chin and leaned in close, nearly kissing her through my hood. She wanted it too, because she tilted her mouth toward me and her breathing stuttered.
“Are you going to run for me tonight?” I asked her instead, watching the disappointment flash in her eyes.
She nodded. “Yes.”
I pressed my forehead to hers, hating that the fabric separated us but loving the intimate moment of staring into her eyes.
They were full of lust, full of obsession, full of desire.
Was it crazy to be jealous of my masked self? Knowing he got something I might never have?
I released her face and pointed at the window. “Go.”
She scrambled to her feet, quickly making her way over and climbing out. She hesitated as she stepped onto the ground, looking over at me momentarily before disappearing.
While she was headed into the woods, heart and pussy thumping with the thrill of being caught, I grabbed some rope and a special toy I’d bought just for her before crawling out after her.
Just before vanishing behind the tree line, she veered off to the right, so I jogged across the small field behind the house and headed in her direction. She was like a bull in a damn china shop, breaking branches and crunching leaves, not giving a damn that she was making it easier to find her.
I followed the sounds until I spotted her running behind a large fallen log propped against another tree. The way it sat created a gap between it and the ground, and that’s where my kitten peeked out from, her eyes widening the moment she saw me.
She shot to her feet, her eyes darting around, planning her escape.
“Stay.”
Her attention froze on me at my command, and a small amount of tension left her shoulders. But then, she saw the rope.
“You’re gonna tie me up again?” she squeaked.
Before I could nod, my prey darted away again, squealing as she yelled, “I won’t make it easy this time.”
A deep chuckle rumbled through my chest, sinful and promising nothing but trouble for my woman.
“She’s fucking perfect,” I whispered to myself before taking off after her in a full sprint.
Avery was running like hell, but she turned to see how far away I was, leading to her demise. I was within an arm's length of her now. I reached out, fingers catching the bottom few inches of her hair and tugging. Her body stopped moving forward, and she crumbled to the ground with a cry.
“I told you to stay,” I playfully snapped, having loved the additional chase. “I think my little kitty needs to be reminded of who’s in charge.”
She yelped as I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder, screaming and kicking as I spanked her ass so hard, the sound echoed off the trees. I carried her back to the fallen tree, having already set my eyes on it for a special scene just for her.
I set her on her feet and worked quickly, unwilling to lose her again, tying her hands together—palms pressed tightly, fingers lined up—just how I wanted them.
“There. You can pray to me as I fuck you like the dirty little animal you are.”
She didn’t say a word—she just looked at me with huge eyes, full of surrender. I raised the rope, pulling her hands over her head, and lifted my mask over my lips.
“I just need one taste,” I said like an addict.
“Please,” she begged softly, a slight pout on her lips.
I bent down, pressing my mouth to hers lightly at first then smashing them together.
She didn’t lean away, didn’t retreat. No.
She pushed harder, moving her lips with mine, pouring everything she had into that kiss.
We were both breathless when I finally pressed my free hand against her throat and pulled away.
“Back up,” I told her while keeping her arms above her.
She shuffled backward with my assistance until she collided with the log.
“Don’t move.”
I tossed the rope over the other side of the log then bent down to grab it.
There were two ends and plenty of slack left, so I tied them to each of her ankles, pulling them back far enough that she had to stand on her toes.
If she moved her feet, she’d pull on her hands, making her stretch over the log even more, scraping her back and arms along the bark.
But I’d make the pain worth it.
“Michael,” she groaned. “It hurts.”
I stood and admired my work then pulled out the toy I’d brought along.
She gasped as she took in the black vibrator. It had a sleek handle and a dip in the design just before the large head I’d have pressed against her clit soon.
“This is for you,” I told her as I held it in front of her face. “Stick your tongue out.”
She stuck it out, and I swiped the vibrator against it, coating it in her saliva. Her body was trembling, strung so tightly, I was sure she was barely holding on, as if a single touch would shatter her.
I yanked the toy away from her face and trailed it down her body. She wiggled and whimpered as I teased her, choosing a route down her thigh rather than where she needed it most.
“Keep your tongue out for me,” I instructed, and when she stuck it back out, I shoved two fingers down her throat.
She tried so hard not to gag, I could tell, but after several seconds of unrelenting pressure to the back of her tongue, it was too hard to fight. I didn’t remove my fingers, though. They remained in place as I turned the vibrator on and shoved it against her clit, awakening her body.
Within seconds, she was a mess, her thighs shaking, ankles pulling on the ropes she was bound with, mewling as the bark dug into her back. She thrashed her head, trying to get me out of her mouth, but I was stronger than her, more determined to push her to her limits.
My thumb hooked under her chin, holding her in place. All she could do now was gag on my fingers and watch me make her come until her legs stopped working.
“Look at you, Avery. Wrecked. Dripping. Desperate.” She whimpered, and my cock hardened at the sign of her eyes rolling back into her head.
“There you go. Come for me. Show me what a needy little slut you are. I won’t stop until I’ve destroyed you, until you realize you have no more control.
It all belongs to me.” Her eyes opened back up, and I stared into them.
I leaned forward and said, “Your pain. Your pleasure. Your fucking soul. It’s all mine. ”
She screamed, only making herself gag more as another orgasm ripped through her. This time, after she finished, I shoved the vibrator inside her and pulled my fingers from her mouth, wrapping them around her throat instead.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” she cried pathetically.
She was already struggling to stand on her toes, faltering as her pleasure built once more.
“Please stop,” she begged.
“Do you really want that?” I asked, feeling her body tense like she was just around the corner from another climax.
Her glassy eyes were wide as she shook her head, so I applied pressure to her throat and watched as she shattered once again, moaning and screaming my name. Once her pussy stopped clenching around the vibrator, I pulled it out and placed it back on her clit.
She writhed and cried and begged for mercy, but I knew better. Avery didn’t actually want me to stop. She loved the helpless feeling, knowing she was powerless to do anything except feel the immense pleasure I forced on her.
More moans, two more orgasms, and lots of tears.
Then, I shoved the vibrator back inside her dripping cunt, and she did it all over again for me. She performed flawlessly, letting me drown her, break her, strip her down to nothing.
By the time I was done with her, she was barely coherent, slumped against the log, unaware or not caring she was hurting herself. I pulled a knife from my boot and cut the rope just above her fingers, leaving her hands bound.
I lowered her body to the ground and propped her legs up, using one hand to hold them as I pulled my cock out with the other. Her pussy was so soaked, she was dripping onto the dirt, making a mess under her.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” I groaned as I inched my dick inside her. “Just look at you—fucked into a daze, nothing but a filthy hole for me to use.” Her mouth parted as I bottomed out, but her eyes remained closed.
I wasn’t going to last long. I had nearly come in my pants just watching her. My hips slammed into her, driving her across the dirt floor as I fucked her harder than I ever had before.
She would feel me for days. I’d be permanently molded inside her by the time I was finished, and no one would ever make her feel the same way I did.
My cock pulsed, and I immediately pulled out, stroking myself until my cum coated her skin. I moaned her name and closed my eyes, letting the euphoria of marking my sister extend the intense pleasure I already felt.
Once I was done, I wiped my length against her, cleaning myself off as best as I could. Then, I used my hands to spread the mess out over her stomach and thighs, a reminder of what we did for her to look back on later.
I checked my phone for the time before tucking myself back into my pants. Avery sighed as I cradled her in my arms and began walking back home. She nuzzled into my chest, arms still bound in a prayer position over her heart.
I can never let you go.