Chapter 25 #2
I’d never wanted anyone so fucking much in my entire life. I eased my hold on one hand and dragged my fingers along her arm, then down her body until I cupped her breast. My feet moved, driving between her legs, my thighs holding her still under me as I found her nipple with my fingers.
“You belong to me, do you get that?”
Deep down I knew what I was doing, that I was triggering whatever mindfuck she had inside her head. But I couldn’t stop myself. I was out of my mind with desperation and rage…and driving all of that was this sick fucking desire for her.
The kind I’d never had before.
Not with anything.
I reached down, yanking her shirt upwards, but the fucking thing pulled tight, staying in place. With a growl I rose onto my knees, releasing her long enough to drive her shirt upwards, revealing the soft peach colored lace bra she wore. The kind that brought me undone.
I lowered my head, inhaling the scent of her.
“You didn’t fucking think about the consequences,” I groaned, inhaling deep.
I couldn’t get enough of her, her scent, her warmth—I lifted my gaze to hers—or that faraway look in her eyes.
The one I’d seen back in that room at The Order.
The same look I wanted to see now. “Did you? You didn’t think how running was going to make me feel? ”
She wasn’t there, and yet somewhere deep down she was.
She was still the liar.
Still the betrayer.
Still the fucking sister who cut me a thousand ways and crawled under my skin.
“You will never run from me again, do you understand that?”
She stared at me blankly. I reached upwards, yanking on that soft lace cup until her bare breast slipped free. “Tell me you understand, Angel.”
She tilted her head and looked down, watching as I lowered my mouth to her nipple. One hard lick and she shivered.
“Tell me…tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
Her tone was empty, devoid of emotion. Yet that was all I needed.
I lowered my head, dragging in that tightening peak into my mouth.
My body roared with hunger. My cock so fucking hard it was driving me insane.
I rubbed myself against her thigh as I moved, desperate to feel anything I could get from her.
She wasn’t making any move to fight me, not anymore. So I released her other hand, dragging her shirt higher until it slipped over her head and was gone.
“What is it you understand exactly?” I eased upwards and looked down to where her nipple glistened with saliva.
My saliva.
She stared up at me. One hard look along her body and I eased backwards, my fingers reaching for the button of her black slacks. A twist of my fingers was all it took, leaving the clasp to spring free. My fingers moved to her zipper.
“Silas, no,” she whispered.
I met that stare. “No?” I leaned down. “No, what little sister?”
Her eyes widened, yet her body betrayed her. Her nipples so fucking hard, her body quivering as I slid the zip low and looked down to the peach lace panties.
She lifted her hands to my chest as I gripped the edges of her pants. But she made no effort to push me away as I slid her pants low and cast them aside. They hit the floor behind me with a soft thud. That sound triggered her. She shoved backwards, driving the back of her heels against the floor.
I followed her as she shoved upwards, standing on trembling legs. “You want to run again, Angel?” I asked, reaching over my head and dragged my shirt over my head.
She stumbled toward the sofa.
But she didn’t get far before I strode forward, grabbing her around the waist and pulled her with me. We fell, hitting the cold, leather seat. I shifted my leg, dragging her body against me in a way that made her moan and grip my bicep.
Her nails dug into my arm, and I couldn’t tell if it was resistance or desperation.
“Stop,” she whispered in a breathless plea.
But I didn’t stop.
I had no fucking intention of stopping ever again.
“Do you feel that?” I demanded, forcing her to move against me. Her thighs clenched, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. “That’s what happens when you disobey me. You lose control. Then, your body betrays you.”
Her cheeks flushed with the words, her head shaking as she tried to fight me, but her hips moved despite herself. I saw her resistance crumbling, more than that I felt it, that line between defiance and surrender blurring with every slow thrust of her pussy against my thigh.
“You hate this, don’t you?” I taunted, my voice rough. “Hate that you can’t stop yourself.”
Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. That fire in her—it wasn’t extinguished yet. Part of me wanted to hold onto that, to fan those dying flames of desperation. I moved my ass, driving my thigh against her and allowed myself to get lost in the moment. Looking at her.
Really looking at her.
At the small, pathetic girl who slipped into our lives like a ghost, then haunted my goddamn world. The one I shouldn’t be doing this with, and yet as I looked down, finding the sweet swell of her fucking pussy grinding against my leg I knew I didn’t want to be with anyone else.
I reached up, placing my hands around her waist. “That’s it, Angel,” my voice deep and desperate. “Ride me.”
She dropped her head forward, giving into the torment in her mind.
I knew she wanted to obey me.
To give in to that programming of that place.
To be used and hungered…and dangerous to us.
Because she was dangerous.
So fucking dangerous.
Like a viper, designed to draw you in right before it struck.
I was ready to be stuck by her.
“Fuck that’s it.”
She thrust and thrust, grinding her body on mine.
I tugged the cup of her bra, then dragged the strap down, leaving her breast to fall free. My hands were around her in an instant, sliding along her back to hold her against my chest. “Take what you need.”
A low moan ripped from her.
Then another, only this time it was deep and husky…and male.
“What the fuck are you doing with him?”
I jerked my head upwards, finding my brother, Gabe standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on our sister riding my knee.
But she couldn’t stop. Oblivious to our little brother in the room she clung to me, climbing that wave of ecstasy.
Gabe strode forward, leaving the open door of the den behind and grabbed her arm, shaking her roughly. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM?”
Angelica froze, her body going rigid as the realisation dawned.
“No.” I growled, stopping him cold.
He jerked those rage-filled eyes to mine. Those eyes that saw it all. All the sick, need inside us. The same need I saw in him.
“She needs to learn,” I said, my voice devoid of emotion.
There was a scowl, then a tiny shake of his head as he understood.
“Learn?” Gabe looked sickened as he lifted a shaking finger at her. “You think this is teaching her anything? You’re not teaching her anything other than the fact you’re a cruel sadistic bastard who will do anything to get what he wants!”
He was right.
Because now I did have what I wanted.
It was her.
“This isn’t who we are,” there was a tremble in my brother’s voice. He took a step backwards, jerking his stare to her, then back to me.
I slowly stood, the leather creaking beneath me as I rose to my full height. Gabe took another step backwards instinctively, his protective stance faltering for a moment.
“This,” I looked at her standing there, trembling. “Is exactly who we are,” I held my voice steady. “You’re just too weak to admit it.”
“She’s our sister,” He croaked and took a step toward her. “Not your fucking toy.”
He reached for her, and she let him wrap his arms around her.
Not your toy.
Those words stayed with me as he pulled her against him and headed for the door.
But there was a moment of hesitation before she stepped through.
Those green emerald eyes flicked to mine.
For a moment, I thought she might stay, that the part of her that craved this—the punishment, the control—would win out.
Then she turned back and together with my brother they left the room.
But I saw that hunger in her eyes.
The same hunger that I knew she saw burning in mine.
Gabe was right.
She wasn’t my toy.
She was all of ours.
And she knew it.
I let them leave, listening to my little brother’s heavy steps as he guided her to his room.
He was just as desperate for her as I was.
He just fought it.
But if there was anything I knew now…he couldn’t fight this need for her forever.
Sooner or later it’d win out.
And he’d be just as sick and fucking desperate as the rest of us.