Chapter 12 #2
Mary stifles a laugh by sipping her glass of wine. She knows what I’m about to say because she actually gives a shit about Madison.
I purse my lips. “You made a meal Madison can’t have.”
Mom turns her attention to my stepsister. Her eyebrows pinch together, and a muscle thrums in the corner of Jerry’s jaw as he keeps his scowl directed at me. Madison’s back straightens, and her head inches toward me.
Did she really think I wouldn’t know about this after years of her reminding my mother she can’t have shellfish?
Mom’s gaze drifts back to me. “What do you mean?”
I lean forward and shove Madison’s plate toward the middle of the table. The glass groans against the wood, filling in the silence. “She’s allergic to shellfish.”
Realization dawns on my mother, and she pivots to Madison. “Oh, honey.” Regret fills her voice. “I’m so sorry. I forgot.”
Madison shifts in her seat. “It’s fine.”
A vein bulges beneath the surface of Jerry’s forehead. “And you refuse to eat because your sister can’t?”
I fold my hands together and prop my chin on top of them while I rest my elbows on the table. “Yes.”
“That’s unacceptable,” Jerry growls.
I shrug. “Sounds like a you problem.”
“Is this what you really want to do?” Jerry’s nostrils flare. “Do I need to remind you of what I said earlier?”
He doesn’t need to remind me of anything. His message was clear in his office. It’s pitiful he wants to use his “power” over me because of something as simple as food. He knows I’m not scared of him anymore. Otherwise, he wouldn’t try to threaten me as much as he’s doing in just one day.
“I won’t eat what she can’t have,” I say.
Madison fidgets with her napkin, clearly uncomfortable that I’m fighting our parents about her. “It’s?—”
“No,” I say, while I keep my gaze on Jerry. “It’s not fine.”
Jerry grinds his teeth, loud enough for me to hear from across the table. “Then I guess you’ll both go without dinner.”
The corner of my lip curls in a subtle smirk. My chair groans against the marble floor as I scoot it back and stand. “Enjoy your meal.”
I stride out of the room, ignoring my mother calling my name and Mary yelling at Jerry.
It’s all white noise to me because I don’t care.
I leave the house through the back door, and as I walk toward the stairs, I pull out my pack of cigarettes and light one before inhaling the smoke deep into my lungs.
The sun set already, darkening the outside world with shadows. The sky is clear enough for the stars and half-moon to shine, giving enough light for me to see where I’m going. A gust of wind blows straight through me, flinging pieces of hair over my face and into my eyes.
The back door opens, then snicks shut.
I don’t need to turn to see who joined me outside. I already know. The wind carries her sweet perfume toward me, filling my lungs. She keeps her footsteps light, intending to sneak up on me. It never works because a part of me is always in tune with her.
With Madison.
I don’t know why she came out here. There isn’t anything to say. The less attention I give her, the better it will be for us all around. If Madison’s father notices her hanging around me, he’ll set his sights on her and use her against me.
“How did you know?” she says.
I keep my back to her and take another drag from the cigarette. If she doesn’t leave in the next minute, I’m afraid of what I’ll do to get it through her head that she doesn’t want my attention.
She’s soft, while I’m rough.
She’s light, while I’m dark.
She’s smooth silk, while I’m jagged, broken pieces of glass.
“Would you fuck your sister?”
My molars grind together.
Madison huffs. She stomps in front of me and rests her hands on her hips. My gaze slips down her body while I pretend I’m disinterested in what I see. Her thin shirt barely hides her hardened nipples, and her short skirt gives me my fill of her thick thighs and long legs.
Fuck, I want them thrown over my shoulders, squeezing my head as I eat her out. I want them wrapped around my waist as I pound into her pussy, removing all traces of her fiancé and making her completely and utterly mine.
My jaw clenches, but I refuse to look away from her as fear and trepidation creep back into her eyes. I inhale another drag of my cigarette while keeping my expression blank.
I can’t have her. She’s my fucking sister.
“Ryder?”
My attention snaps back to her face.
“Go inside,” I say.
Madison folds her arms over her chest and hunches her shoulders to stay warm, but she doesn’t back off. Because of course she wouldn’t.
I don’t trust myself with Madison. It’s cold out, and if she hangs around, I might do something to keep her warm. I’ve always lacked self-control, and my stepsister won’t be an exception.
I bite my tongue as she does the opposite of what’s good for her. She steps forward until we’re nearly chest to chest, and her vanilla-ocean-breeze perfume surrounds me. Blood rushes to my dick, and I hold my breath so her scent doesn’t continue its wicked spell against me.
My sister doesn’t realize what the fuck she’s doing to me. She’d rather poke the bear who’s close to losing control. She won’t stop until I have her pinned naked beneath me on my bed. Anger swirls in my chest, and my hands tremble.
“How did you know about my allergy?” she asks.
I finish the last of my cigarette and flick it aside, not caring where it lands. Jerry can go fuck himself if he has an issue with all the cigarette butts beside the pool. Madison follows the movement with eyebrows raised and lips parted in surprise.
The corner of my lip curves into a subtle smirk.
God, she’s so innocent. Way too innocent for me.
I brush past her, ensuring I don’t touch her in the process. It’s already enough that I touched her soft love handles earlier today. If I feel her warmth one more time, all bets are off.
I descend the stairs and shove my bedroom door open.
“Ryder!” Madison’s racing footsteps get louder as she follows me. “Wait!”
I step over the threshold and close the door without looking back. It flings open and I turn, glaring at my stepsister as she barges into my room. Even in the barely lit space, I can make out the pink flush on her cheeks and the tip of her nose.
Madison closes the door behind her. “Why did you do it?”
I arch an eyebrow.
“Why did you stand up for me?”
That’s a good question, but she wouldn’t understand the answer. My hate-filled obsession with her would confuse and sicken her as much as it does me.
I bend so we’re nose to nose and stare into her fear-filled brown eyes. Madison sucks in a sharp breath and holds still.
“Leave,” I mutter.
Her pupils dilate, and a familiar look crosses her face. It’s a look countless women have given me before her, but it can’t be because I ordered her to leave.
The corner of my lip curls in a small smile.
My voice alone is turning her on. That detail is dangerous. So fucking dangerous because I can use it against her.
“What?” she whispers. Madison shakes her head, breaking the spell I put her under as she squares her shoulders. “Not until you tell me why you did it.”
Stubborn girl.
Had she been anyone else, I’d have bent her over my knees and spanked her until she learned to do as I told her.
“Leave.”
“No. Why did you stand up for me?”
Her chest rubs against mine, and it’s all I can focus on.Control slips through my fingers, and I’m all but holding on to a thread.
“Get out, sis. This is your final warning.”
She swallows hard enough for me to hear. Her palms press against my stomach and slip up my sides. The move is intimate, meant for only lovers, not a brother and sister, yet it’s got me harder than a rock.
I barely hear Madison’s whisper. “Just tell me.”
A little smile forms on my lips. Madison’s eyes widen, and she steps back while dropping her hands. I snatch her arm and drag her to my bed.
“I warned you.”
“Wait!” She tries to jerk her arm out of my grasp, but I tighten my hold. The hungry beast rises from the dark cage I keep it locked away in. It bubbles to the surface, bringing excitement and a ferocious need to mark her.
My control snaps.
I sit on the edge of the mattress and yank Madison across my lap.
She yells and squirms to escape me, but the pitiful amount of fight has me wondering if she really wants to get away from me.
I shove her head down and keep my hand there to force her into submission.
With my free hand, I flip her skirt so that it pools around her waist. I freeze at the sight before me.
She’s your sister.
Madison’s bare ass beckons me to unleash my frustration on her. Not just because she tempted me and refused to listen, but because I now know she hasn’t been wearing any goddamn underwear this whole time.
She’s your sister.
I raise my hand and strike her ass cheek.
My teeth clench together, and I bare them at the beautiful sight of her jiggling ass.
Madison yelps and arches her back to escape my itching palm.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock at the sweet sounds she makes as she grinds against the erection now straining against my pants.
She’s your sister.
I land a blow on the other ass cheek. Her fair skin reddens and forms an outline of my hand.
She’s your fucking sister.
“Ryder!” she shrieks.
I land another blow and rub the same spot to soothe the sting.
Madison’s squirming lessens, and she grunts with each spank until little whimpers escape her.
My breathing quickens as desire licks at every nerve ending in my body.
It won’t take much more to make me come in my pants, and I don’t care if it happens.
It’s her fault.
It’s all her fucking fault.
I roughly squeeze her ass and hook my thumb between her cheeks to creep closer to her back hole.
It won’t hurt anyone if I finger-fuck her. She clearly wants me.
Madison whines and shoves her hips backward to push more of her ass into my hand.
She’s your sister.