Chapter 12 #3
The lust-haze clears enough for me to realize what I’m doing and how wrong this is. I jerk my hand away, then swing it back down to connect with her ass.
How dare she tempt me when I’ve fought this hunger for her for years. How dare my stepsister come into my space, dressed in a skirt with no underwear on, and pester me like I wouldn’t do anything. How dare she reveal these awful and confusing feelings inside me.
I’m not Jaxon. He’s never tried hiding his attraction to his sister, and he’s never cared what people thought, but I give a fuck about crossing lines.
I’d ruin Madison. I’d taint her with the darkness inside me and the need to own her. To hurt her. To punish her. To make her scream . I’d use my sister as a fuck doll until she ran from my room in tears. Doesn’t she get it? I’m not good for her.
“You don’t want this, doll,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Please, Ryder!” she cries.
My cock jerks at her pathetic sobs.
I’m at the edge of my orgasm, and all I need?—
Madison wiggles against my erection in a weak attempt to get away from me.
“Fuck,” I snarl.
My muscles contort, and I pant through the climax. Warm jets of cum shoot from the tip of my dick and dampen my pants. Bliss fogs my mind, and I ride the high.
Madison squirms on my lap, unaware of what happened. I slide my hand between her ass crack and brush my fingertips over her back hole. I pause when I reach a smooth texture that isn’t skin, then spread her ass apart, exposing her hole to my greedy eyes.
“Fuck,” I rasp. The end of a bright-pink butt plug lodges snugly at the entrance. “Why the hell do you have that in you?”
“None of your business.” Madison trembles and pants. Her thighs squeeze together to hide the toy.
I click my tongue and stop her by shoving her legs apart.
“Let go of me!” she yells.
I pinch the toy’s flat edge and wiggle it. A choked sound slips from Madison, and her back arches. Her ass pushes further into the air and into my hand.
It seems my little sister isn’t as innocent as I thought.
My gaze lowers to her pussy. Thick arousal glistens on her folds, and my softening cock twitches as all the blood in my body rushes back to it.
I would give anything to touch her cunt.
It would be so easy to sink two fingers inside her and make her scream my name.
It’d be easier to make her come so much she’d forget her own.
She’s your sister!
I let go of her and shove her off my lap. She’s fire, and I’ve stuck my hands in her flames for too long. Madison squeaks and lands on her hands and knees by my boots.
“Leave.” My voice surprises me, sounding more animal than man.
Madison shoots to her feet and fixes her skirt to hide the little secret she thought she could get away with, then raises her chin in an act of defiance.
She can pretend this doesn’t affect her, but we both know the truth.
Hurt shines in her pretty brown eyes, and for a split second, I regret pushing her away from me.
Her next words burst the momentary sympathy.
“You’re disgusting.” Her chin quivers as she holds back the tears.
A ghost of a smile creeps to my face.
“You’re my brother.” Madison’s lips thin. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
My eyebrows rise. “I warned you.”
Her skin flushes a light shade of pink. I’m not sure if it’s out of embarrassment or anger. Maybe both. She folds her arms over her chest, and steps back, putting more space between us.
If she thinks that will save her from me, she’s in for a rude awakening.
I lean forward as I bare my teeth in a smile. “If you don’t leave in the next five seconds, I’ll have you naked and tied to my bed with your ass in the air. Something much, much bigger will replace the butt plug.”
Madison’s eyes widen, and she stumbles back another step. Her lips fall open on choked noises meant to be words. Her gaze drops to my lap, and the pink on her cheeks brightens as she finally notices the outline of my erection.
“Five,” I say.
Madison rips her gaze away from my groin. Uncertainty twists her features and, oh god, knowing about her twisted desires shouldn’t excite me this much. I may be disgusting for what I did, but she’s just as sick for enjoying it.
“Four,” I growl.
Madison stumbles backward, inching closer to the door. Her chest rises and falls with her deep, panicked breaths.
She’s your sister!
“Three,” I say through clenched teeth.
She swallows hard, the muscles in her throat constricting from the movement.
Why is she hesitating?
Why isn’t she leaving?
Doesn’t she know I’ll ruin her?
“Would you fuck your sister?”
“Two.” My fingers curl into the sheets. Adrenaline pumps through my veins at the very real promise of chasing my sister. She’d make me work for it. Maybe even scream as she’s running to safety inside the house.
No one will save her. Not even her precious fiancé.
Before I can utter the last number, Madison spins around and dashes into the chilly fall evening. The door slams against the wall but doesn’t shut as my sister’s retreating figure fades into the darkness.
“Run, little sister,” I mutter, knowing she can’t hear me. “Stay far away from me because I’ll ruin you.”