Epilogue #2
Maybe this place really is haunted.
Shaking away the thought, I turn and wander into the hallway leading to the bedrooms. I open the nearest door and stiffen at the sight of a man with his pants pooled around his thighs.
He jackhammers into a woman on the bed with her dressed flipped over her head.
I shut the door and walk to the next, already reaching for the knob.
The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand in awareness as a tall shadow creeps behind me.
I start to turn my head to look at who’s approaching, but the person covers my mouth and forces me to look forward again.
I stiffen as he jerks me across the hallway into the shadowed bathroom.
Candles provide the only source of light.
Amber and cypress fill my lungs, and the familiar touch eases the tension from my body.
Ryder shoves me against the sink, facing the mirror as he looms behind me.
He pins my waist with his hips while still covering my mouth with his hand.
I meet his reflected gaze and arch my back to push against him, just to get a rise out of him.
The candlelight reflects in his icy eyes, transforming his features to look more monster than man.
He groans and grinds against my ass, then leans forward until his painted lips are beside my ear. “Feel like screaming for me, sis?”
I grab the edge of the counter to balance myself and nod, my whimpered yes muffled in his palm.
“If I touch your pussy right now, will I find you wet?” Ryder drags his pierced tongue along the corner of my jaw, then moves up to my ear before he catches the soft lobe between his teeth.
Liquid heat pools low in my belly. I rub my thighs together to stop the ache in my core as he flashes me a knowing smile.
We both know I’m wet. He trained my body to respond to this music, like some messed-up, sexual, Pavlovian experiment.
I nod, unable to look away from his reflection in the mirror, afraid that if I close my eyes for a second, he’ll disappear and I’ll be left wanting.
“Use your words, doll.” Ryder drops his hand from my mouth and cups my throat, his skeleton-finger tattoos more prominent in the low lighting against my fair skin. He keeps his grip loose, but it still sends the message. He owns me and my ability to breathe.
“Yes.” I grind my ass against the bulge straining the front of his pants. “I’m soaking wet for you.”
Ryder’s fingers tighten on the sides of my throat. “Who are you wet for?”
“My big brother.” I bite my bottom lip and whine when he pulls his groin away from me. “Please fuck me, Ryder.”
“Fuck you?” His eyes darken, and he unbuckles his belt. “Or use your holes for my pleasure?”
My face flushes with warmth. “Use me. I want to be your toy.”
Ryder’s painted lips curl into a wolfish smile. He releases my throat and raises the bottom of my dress to pool around my waist. He frees his erection from his pants and swipes the pierced crown between my folds.
“That’s right, baby. You’re my favorite doll who will take every single inch of my cock. You know why?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer his question. “Because you’re mine .”
I cry out as he shoves inside me in one brutal thrust. Ryder groans and grabs me by the throat again to hold me in place as he pounds into me with punishing strokes.
Every time he bottoms out, black dots pop into my vision and pain bursts in my core.
The pleasure drowns out the uncomfortable feeling as he bruises my cervix.
Ryder squeezes my neck and snarls, “No one else can touch you. No other man will ever feel your tight pussy milking his cock.” He slaps my ass with his free hand. “Do you understand?”
“Yes!” My eyes roll to the back of my head as my clit rubs perfectly against the edge of the sink.
Ryder leans into me, his chest flat against my back. I slap my palm against the mirror so I don’t fall flat on my face as he puts all his body weight on me.
“I should punish you for wearing this outfit.” He bares his teeth at me in the mirror. “But that wouldn’t be fair to you because you look so goddamn edible. So I made an example out of a motherfucker who thought he could take what’s mine.”
My inner walls spasm on his driving cock. Ryder flashes me a sadistic grin, pleased with my reaction to his territorial confession.
“Scream louder, little sister. I want everyone here to listen to you getting fucked by your brother.”
I scream as my orgasm rips through my very existence.
My ears ring, and colored dots dance behind my closed eyelids.
My muscles lock and I tip forward only for Ryder to catch me before I bang my head against the mirror.
He works me through the climax, whimpering in my ear and telling me how much he loves me.
As I float back, he straightens his position and holds my hips like handlebars as he uses me.
“Ready for me to pop your cherry again?” Ryder smooths his palm over my ass cheek.
I blink and barely manage to croak out, “My cherry?”
His gaze flicks up to meet mine. “Your ass, baby. I want to see it stretch around my cock.”
My lips part in surprise and maybe even a little fear. I may have used toys back there, but they don’t compare to Ryder’s size.
Ryder shoves two fingers into my opened mouth. “Suck.”
Pushing aside my worry, I swirl my tongue around his fingers to get them wet. He pops them out and probes my back hole with the digits. I groan and squeeze my eyes shut as he breaches the tight ring of muscles and sinks them until the last knuckle.
I’ve never felt so full until now. Feeling his fingers and cock inside me at the same time wasn’t something I’d ever thought would happen, but here we are.
“Fuck.” He bares his teeth, and scissors his fingers. “Such a tight fit. I can feel my cock through your ass, doll.”
He yanks his fingers and dick out of me, then notches the pierced crown against my back hole.
Ryder raises my hips to adjust my position before he forces the monster between his legs into my ass. A strangled yell slips out of me as he feeds more of his fat length in me.
His gaze flicks up from watching it all happen. “Breathe, doll. I know you can take me. Just a little more and the worst will be over.”
I suck in a ragged breath, then another. It burns so fucking bad. I swear I’m about to tear because of how much he’s stretching me.
Noticing my discomfort, Ryder reaches between my legs and rubs my clit to drown out the pain. He pulls out until only the head is left, then sinks back in until his hips are flush with my bottom.
“That’s my good fuck doll.” He strokes his thumb on my waist. “You were made for me.”
I shudder at his praise. I love how cruel he can be when we fuck but also how he can be so reassuring at the same time.
“Hold on tight.” Ryder eases out of me again, his darkened gaze glimmering mischievously. “Because I’m about to use you hard and fast.”
I scream as he slams forward and circles his hips against me. He smirks and does it again, gaining speed each time until he’s fucking me into the counter. I widen my legs and balance myself with a hand on the mirror and the other death-gripping the edge of the counter.
His finger rubs my clit the whole time, working me toward another orgasm. Ryder joins me, whimpering and muttering my name as warmth floods my ass.
My arms and legs tremble from the force of my climax and give out. I slump forward and rest my cheek against the cool counter. My eyelids slide shut, and I focus on calming my breathing and heart.
Ryder stops moving and kisses over my shoulder and up to my throat. “You did so good for me, baby doll. I love you so much.”
A tiny smile tugs at my lips. I’m too exhausted to open my eyes or even say anything. I hope he takes it as a compliment rather than an insult by my lack of words.
He brushes my damp hair away from my neck and kisses his favorite spot. My core clenches around nothing, and I groan as the embers of my desire spark back to life.
“No fair,” I whine.
Ryder chuckles and nips the sensitive spot. “Don’t care.”
I crack open my eyes and shoot him a half-hearted glare. He smirks and pecks me on the lips, then pulls out of me. I shudder as his cum drips out of my abused backside. Ryder grabs a rag and wets it before he cleans me, then himself.
“I don’t know if I can walk after this.” I wince as I straighten and fix my dress back into place.
Ryder throws back his head and laughs, the sound rich and intoxicating.
God, I love this man so much.
He crowds my space and tucks a lock of blue-and-brown hair behind my ear. “If you can’t walk, then I’ll carry you. Always and forever, doll.”
I smile and loop my arms around his shoulders. He ducks and kisses me, not caring that he’s messing up the Halloween makeup he spent an hour perfecting.
If he doesn’t care, then I don’t either.
Ryder slips his arm around my waist and tucks me against him as he kisses me like we only have five minutes left to live and he wants to make the best of it.
Being in his arms and having his attention on me is everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more. I worried for years that Ryder never saw me, when really, I’ve always been the center of his attention. I just didn’t know it.
His promise echoes in my head, bringing butterflies to my stomach. Scream, little sister, and I’ll silence them all for you.
This is only the beginning for us, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds.
THE END