Chapter 11 - Rowen
My lips were swollen and tingling by the time Bernard dropped us off, but it was hard to peel myself away from her, even just to get her upstairs to our apartment.
She giggled when we stumbled into the elevator, losing her composure when I dropped my keycard.
“How much did you drink, Avery?”
Her movements were slow and overly exaggerated as she held up two fingers—one from each hand. “Only two.”
“Someone doesn’t hold their liquor well,” I teased as we got off on our floor.
“I don’t drink often,” she said while I opened the door. “I’m usually a pretty good girl. I don’t do bad things.” She batted her eyelashes innocently, and my cock strained painfully at the sight.
Fucking hell.
We were barely inside when I wrapped my hand around her throat and used her body to shut the door.
Her kissed-swollen lips parted on a gasp. Her eyes, dazed and wide, locked on mine as if I was the only thing she could see, like everything else had faded away to just this. Just us.
Good.
I grabbed her hair—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to feel it. My hand on her throat tightened until I could feel her pulse under my thumb.
“I guess I corrupted the good girl, didn’t I? Big, bad stepbrother took advantage of the sweet, innocent little stepsister?”
She nodded, a playful smirk forming.
“Did you like it when that man flirted with you? Touched you?” My anger was creeping in with the memory of watching another guy lay his hands on her.
“No,” she said shaking her head with a pout of her lips.
My fury dissolved as her thighs pressed together, a futile attempt to ease something only I could touch.
“You’re mine,” I told her seriously, planting kisses on her chest and neck.
“From the second I laid eyes on you, even though you hated me.” I licked her jawline, making her gasp.
“You might not survive the love I have for you, Avery.” She was whimpering, her need growing.
“I’m going to wreck you until there’s nothing left. ”
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please, what?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.” She tried to move from the door, closer to mine, but I held her steady. “Rowen, please.”
I leaned close to her ear. “Run, little kitty.”
I released her, and she stood frozen for a moment. It was just barely too dark to make out her expression. Then, she ran past me, down the hall, toward the bedrooms.
I took my time shrugging off my jacket, unbuttoning my sleeves and rolling them to my elbows before walking down the hall at a leisurely pace, my hands in my pockets as I whistled to the tune of a pop song Avery had been playing on repeat for the last week.
I couldn’t hear her, so I assumed she was hiding already. I decided to start in our bedroom, at the end of the hall, and work my way back to the rest of the apartment.
It was empty, though. No slutty little stepsister to be found.
I went into the closet and shoved a couple of items into my pocket. Time for a little fun, kitty.
“Do you really think you can hide from me?” I asked when I stepped back into the hall.
As I stepped into the next room, my makeshift home office, I unbuckled my belt and ripped it from the loops, the whoosh of air loud in the silence. I looked under the desk and in the closet.
Nothing.
I folded my belt in half and snapped it loudly once I reached the hall, knowing the loud crack would make my girl jump.
“When I get my hands on you, the first thing I’m gonna do is spank you with my belt.
Why, you ask?” I snapped the belt again.
“Because you didn’t tell that stupid man to back the fuck off the moment he spoke to you.
You kept talking to him, Av. You knew he was flirting, baby.
Why didn’t you tell him you weren’t interested? ”
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, remembering I’d already punched the dude hard enough to break his nose before getting kicked out.
After Avery walked out, I let him have it, telling him to keep his hands off women who didn’t belong to him.
He was choking on his blood when they yanked me off him.
The fucker was lucky Avery was waiting in the car for me, ready to go home so I could use her all night.
“Were you trying to make me jealous?” I smirked as I reached the next guest bedroom, stopping when I saw her foot sticking out from under the bed.
“Did you want to get me riled up so I’d bring you home and fuck you so hard, you’d never dare let another man flirt with you?
” I opened the closet, pretending to look for her.
“I bet you were wet thinking about all the things you wanted me to do to you while he yapped. Thinking about how badly you wanted your stepbrother to use that dirty little cunt.”
I stopped at the side of the bed and grabbed her ankle.
She yelped and kicked, trying to get away, but I yanked her out from under the bed and flipped her over.
My knees were on either side of her hips, straddling her, my hands around her throat, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp for each breath.
Her body flailed in an attempt to buck me off, but I had something to prove.
“Stop fighting me, kitten.”
It took her a few seconds, but she stopped kicking her legs, and her hands quit trying to pull mine from her throat. She lay still, gasping against my palms, her eyes pleading.
“Good girl,” I praised, rewarding her with a little more room to breathe. “Stay.”
I lifted off her body and left one hand on her throat as I pulled her dress up over her hips, and yanked the top down under her breasts, letting them pop free.
I grabbed the belt I’d dropped on the floor and held it up, tilting my head as my eyes trailed from her face to her breasts.
“No, Row—”
Crack!
She screamed when the leather snapped against her breast, just under her nipple. A red welt appeared within seconds.
“I said I was going to use my belt on you, Av.”
Before she could speak, I brought the belt down on her other breast, making her cry out again.
“Fuck,” I drew out as I admired the two red marks. Satisfied, I tossed the belt aside. “You’re a dirty little slut, getting turned on by that.”
“I didn—”
I shoved two fingers inside her and brought them up to show her, the moon reflecting off her juices. “Look. At. That. Seems like someone’s lying.” A smirk formed on my face as I sucked my fingers clean, moaning as her taste exploded on my tongue. “Fuck. I need more.”
I let go of her entirely and slid down her body until my head was between her thighs.
My hands held her thighs open as I descended, lapping at her pussy until I found her clit.
I sucked it into my mouth, biting down hard enough to make her back arch.
I continued to play with it, tugging and sucking until she was ready.
I refused to stop, burying two fingers inside of her until she was screaming.
“Rowen! Stop! I can’t hold it!” she begged, but I didn’t stop.
Not when she clenched down on my fingers.
Not when her thighs trembled.
Not even when there was a hot, sudden rush against my tongue.
I kept going, holding her in place, tongue still moving, swallowing her down like it was my last fucking meal. She writhed under me, still trying to get away, trying to run from the pleasure her body needed.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were wide, shocked, as she took in the sight of me dripping with her, smiling like a deranged beast.
“I love when you do that,” I told her, kissing her inner thigh before diving in for more.