Chapter 22 - Rowen
She was beautiful on her knees, looking up at me, hands fumbling with my pants until they were around my thighs.
This was exactly what I had been waiting for—her compliance. She needed to prove to me, and herself, that this was what she wanted, no matter how insane the situation.
“Fuck you, Rowen,” she said before throwing her fist into my groin and scrambling to her feet to run off again.
My jaw locked tight, fighting the pain as I doubled over.
While she didn’t hit me that hard, it was still fucking painful.
It was like my body was short-circuiting.
Pain shot through my gut, white-hot and unrelenting.
I cupped my balls, my breath caught in my throat.
No matter how hard I tried, my body refused to work with me.
Did she really think that would stop me? That I’d take this blow and let her get away just like that?
Not a fucking chance.
I was all the more determined to hear her scream and cry as I demanded total submission from her body and branded her insides with my cock.
I bit down a pained groan and took a huge breath before standing straight. My cock was still throbbing, but it wasn’t just from the pain anymore.
It needed to be buried in my stepsister’s cunt while she begged for my forgiveness.
I pulled my jeans back up, not bothering to zip them, and took off after her.
Did she forget the chase was all part of the fun?
She hadn’t made it far on account of being barefoot, so it wasn’t long before I was right behind her, close enough to reach out and grab her.
“No!’ she screamed in terror.
We were approaching the edge of the forest.
Dangerously close to her freedom.
She could feel it—the end in sight. She knew she was about to escape my dark hold, but she was so fucking wrong.
I dove for her feet, sending us both to the ground.
She was screaming and flailing, but her fight didn’t match the strength of my desire. I crawled over her, using my body to hold her down while I ripped the mask off and tossed it to the side. By the time I made it high enough for our eyes to meet, the fight had nearly left her.
“Please, Rowen…”
It was too late for her to beg, but she tried anyway, hoping I’d have mercy, hoping she could tug at my heartstrings.
But those strings were way too tangled up in her to let her go now.
“Fuck,” I groaned, licking the tears that covered her cheeks, the salty tang driving my need for her even higher. “Begging won’t get you out of this, Av. You’re mine, and by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but my little fuck toy, mindless and constantly craving my cock.”
I tightened my fingers in her hair, tugging at her scalp until she whimpered. Her neck was exposed, so I took the liberty of leaving behind a couple of marks she could enjoy later.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want your stepbrother to fuck your cunt.”
The internal battle was written all over her face. The tiny part of herself she’d kept hidden, the dark and depraved part, wanted to come out to play, but Avery was too stuck in her head to let go, to give in to her inner demons.
“Fuck you,” she spat angrily, a renewed anger in her eyes.
“If that’s how you want this to be, so be it,” I said coldly.
My grip in her hair hardened until she yelped, her hands flying to work against me, to free herself. I used my other hand to cup her pussy, pushing my middle finger between her folds, finding her soaked. Any concern I had that she might not have enjoyed our power struggle was dispelled.
I dragged my finger up to her clit, barely rubbing, though her entire body jolted like I’d just zapped her.
“Rowen…” she breathed, all her fury dissipating as she closed her eyes, her body wanting to succumb to the pleasure.
“I won’t be letting you finish until I hear the words ‘I want my stepbrother to fuck my pussy’.” I brushed her clit again, making her gasp.
She was shaking, hatred and need fighting within her. Her body leaned into me, even though each breath she took was hesitant. It was seductive and destructive all at once, the kind that could only end in something violent.
Or an intimate collision neither of us would ever recover from.
“I want my stepbrother to fuck my pussy,” she finally whispered.
The anxious pressure in my chest released, and I smiled, proud of her for giving in. She deserved a damn good reward.
“Such a good girl for me,” I praised before applying more pressure between her legs, making her body jerk under me.
I circled my thumb against her until her lips parted with an angelic moan, until she was breathing fast and hard, until her first orgasm of the night was finished. It left her body a little more relaxed, as if it realized this was what it needed all along.
I licked my fingers clean, loving the way she covered her face with her hands when I groaned at the taste of her.
I leaned forward, pushing her hands from her face and catching her jaw with my fingers before tilting her head back. I didn’t ask, didn’t warn, just crashed our lips together, claiming her, reminding her she was mine.
She gasped, and I took full advantage, shoving my tongue into her mouth to taste her fully. Then, I nipped at her bottom lip, biting hard enough to elicit a mewl.
The blissful moment didn’t last long. She hadn’t been tamed yet, hadn’t fully come to terms with just how deeply we were intertwined, so she bit down on my tongue when I pushed it back inside her mouth.
It only drove me crazier. My hips moved against her body, grinding my hard, aching cock into her.
“I’ll break you soon. It’s only a matter of time before you’ll crave my kisses, beg me for them.” I lifted off her body and grabbed her hips, using them to flip her onto her stomach. “Get on your hands and knees, your ass in the air and your face on the ground.”
She looked over her shoulder, clenching her jaw, eyes flashing with a wild defiance—a silent challenge. She wasn’t going down without a fight. My little stepsister didn’t want to be willing. She wanted to be hunted down, to be conquered and broken.
Lucky for her, I was patient enough to peel back each layer of her resistance, to bend her to my will until surrender was the only thing she knew.
Her muscles tightened in protest as I wrapped one hand around her throat, the other in her hair, pulling her head up to force her to brace herself with her hands.
Only, she didn’t get into position. She pushed back, holding limply against my palm, sacrificing her own breath rather than submit.
“You will always give in to me, little sis,” I said in an even tone. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes or what I have to do. I will have you on your knees begging for your stepbrother's cock like it's the only thing keeping you alive.”
I yanked harder, and her hands came out on instinct to catch herself. Victory exploded in my chest when she landed on her hands and pulled her knees under her.
My hand stayed firm around her throat. “Are you going to listen this time?”
She nodded, so I let her go and dug my fingers into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. I slid my hand down her back, pushing her shoulders until she was face down on the ground, forcing her ass into the air.
Fucking perfect.