Chapter 27 - Rowen
She fucking ran.
Cuffed me to the goddamn bed and left in my car.
And for what? Because I loved her too hard? Too much? Made her feel things she wasn’t ready to admit?
She even said it herself.
“The worst part is I still don’t want to leave, even after knowing everything.”
She didn’t want to leave. If anything, finding that box showed her just how deeply and madly I had fallen in love with her.
And she fucking liked it.
Avery claimed trying to get her pregnant without her consent was twisted and fucked up, but even she couldn’t lie about the impact my obsession had on her. She liked the idea of my love being so vast for her, I’d literally do anything to make sure she was mine forever.
But she still ran.
Still abandoned me.
It hadn’t taken me long to rip the cuffs from the headboard, but it was long enough for Avery to take off, leaving me to find alternative methods to bring her back.
Abandoning my car once I shut it off from my phone had been a smart move.
But then she ran into the forest.
With her phone.
After sending her those texts, already closing the distance between us, I watched her take off like a scared little animal into the woods from the tracking app I’d installed on her phone.
I’d drag her back kicking and screaming if that’s what it took.
The little dot moved quickly in the other direction, but I was faster.
“You can’t run from me, Av!” I yelled.
I continued the trek, closing in on her, stopping ever so often to yell threats, telling her what I was going to do once I got my hands on her.
And then, I spotted her.
Running.
Then tripping, her palms slapping the wet dirt.
“Stop running, baby!” I shouted, my voice wild and rough. “We both know how this ends!”
She twisted around and scrambled back on her ass. Her eyes locked on mine as I approached her, slow and deliberate, like a wolf finally cornering its prey.
She kicked at me. “Don’t fucking touch me, you psycho!”
I lunged and caught her ankle as she tried to spin away. She shrieked, kicking harder, slipping to her stomach. Mud flew everywhere as she clawed at the dirt, but I still managed to flip her over. Her breath caught when she saw me.
Panic. Guilt. Lust.
It all flashed across her face.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I growled. “You don’t get to leave me, Avery. I will always track you down and drag you home where you belong.”
And then, she hit me, a sharp, stinging slap across my cheek.
It didn’t hurt, not physically. She hadn’t struck me hard enough for that.
But my body still reacted, just not in the way she’d intended.
For a second, we just stared at each other—both of us breathing like we were drowning, jagged breaths that filled the forest.
Then, I laughed.
“Fuck, sis. I love the new foreplay,” I murmured, dragging her body closer to me, inch by inch, across the muddy ground.
Her legs thrashed as she twisted, but I kept pulling her until she was beneath me, the weight of my body pinning her to the forest floor.
“Get off of me!” She bucked against me, trying to toss me off.
I gathered her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.
“You left me cuffed to the fucking bed, baby. You got in my car and drove away.” I licked the single tear that fell from her eye, groaning at the salty taste of her fear. “You thought I’d just…what? Let you go? Let you leave me?”
She refused to look at me, her jaw trembling. “I wish you had.” She was trying to sound strong and defiant, but the crack in her voice revealed her lie.
“Liar.” I leaned in, my nose brushing her cheek. “You knew I’d find you. You wanted this.”
She hissed, twisting under me again, but she didn’t tell me I was wrong.
“That’s what I thought,” I said in a softer voice. “You want to submit to me, Av. You want me to drag you back. You like pretending you have a choice, but we both know the truth.”
She shook her head. “You’re wro—”
“I’m never wrong, Av,” I cut her off. “You want me to make all your decisions, to keep you trapped in that perfect little life you’ve grown so fond of.
Don’t you love the way I take care of you?
Make sure you have everything you could ever need?
I poured every goddamn ounce of my heart into serving you, Av, to keep you happy. ”
She was crying, but I wasn’t sorry for the things I’d done.
“Do you have any idea what I felt? Unable to hold you while you broke down?” My voice was fraying. “Watching helplessly as you walked out, leaving me as though I meant nothing to you?”
“You don’t,” she snapped.
But her body was arching up to meet mine, heat building where we touched. She was trembling, and not from fear, as my free hand stroked her bare thigh, reaching under her skirt.
I smiled smugly. “You can do better than that.”
“I hate you.”
I brushed my lips against her cheek, her jaw, her ear. “You love me, little sis.”
“No. I fucking hate y—”
“You hate how much you need me,” I whispered.
She whimpered as my hand made its way up from her waist, fondling her breast under her shirt, her lacy bra keeping me from her soft skin. When she turned her face toward me, armed with more arguments, I kissed her.
Hard.
She bit my tongue instead of kissing me back, hard enough that I tasted blood.
I growled, shoving my thigh between hers and grinding down until she gasped against my mouth.
“Strike two, little kitty.”
“Go to hell,” she spat.
“I’ll drag you there with me.”
Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, falling to the ground. They weren’t tears of fear, though; they were tears of shame. Avery knew she wasn’t supposed to want this. She just couldn’t help herself.
I smoothed her hair back, watching as her eyes fluttered shut. “You are mine, Av. I own every perfect fucking inch of you.”
Avery turned her head to the side, like she was trying to hide her face. She couldn’t hide from me, though. My little stepsister got off on being claimed, even when she pretended to hate me for it.
Her body was relaxed, all the fight seemingly gone, so I loosened my grip on her wrists.
She used the opportunity to swing at me again, catching the underside of my jaw with her nails, dragging little scratches into my skin. She shoved at my chest as hard as she could, teeth bared, coming at me like a ferocious animal.
“You don’t own me!” she screamed.
That was when the last tiny thread of restraint I’d been clinging to snapped.
“I do,” I snarled, voice low and shaking. “And I’ll prove it to you.”
Before she could twist away from me, I caught her wrists and shoved them down hard above her head, making her cry out, trapping them there in one fist. My other hand slid down her curves, catching her thigh and yanking it up around my waist.
Her eyes widened. “Don’t you dare—”
“Don’t what?” I pressed my hips into hers so she could feel just how fucking hard she made me, how much I loved our games.
“Don’t show you what happens when you trick me?
When you run?” My fingers dug into her thigh, making her mewl.
“I’m going to punish you out here, and once I’m done, I’ll drag your limp body back home, where we’ll talk about whether you need to be cuffed to the bed for the foreseeable future or not. ”
Her breath caught, pupils blown. She thrashed harder, but it was too late. Her body had already melted against mine the way I knew it would. The way it always did.
“You don’t get to leave me cuffed to the bed, steal my car, and run away like you don’t need me,” I hissed against her throat, nipping at the soft skin.
“I really do hate you,” she said as tears spilled down the sides of her face.
But her body was still betraying her. Her hips bucked up, grinding against me.
She was whimpering and biting her bottom lip.
I was tired of her lies.
I shoved her soaked panties to the side, pulled my sweatpants down just enough to slip my cock out, and drove into her with a single thrust.
She screamed, the sound full of fury but also relief. Her back arched off the ground, her body wanting me deeper, admitting what her mouth wouldn’t.
“Say it, Avery,” I growled as I thrust into her hard enough to rock her under me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“No,” she gasped, trying to shake her head, but her eyes were rolling back.
So, I fucked her harder.
Every thrust was both a promise and a punishment.
She tried to keep quiet, tried to hold back, but her involuntary moans were loud and laced with shame.
I released her wrists, but this time, she didn’t fight. Instead, her hands clawed at my shoulders, as though she was trying to pull me deeper, begging to be ruined.
“You don’t get to run from this.” I could feel her clenching around me already, so I slipped my hand between us, finding her clit, making her gasp. “You can’t run from me, from what we are. I won’t let you.”
She screamed as I fucked her deeper, harder.
Avery’s whole body shook, and her cunt spasmed around me. She sobbed my name, nails digging into the flesh of my back, coming so hard, she was gasping for breath.
Good.
I wanted her to drown in it. In me.
“I want to fuck your ass, Av,” I groaned, slowing my pace but keeping each stroke hard and deep.
Her body was limp under me as she whispered, “Please.”
We had no lube, no prep, but I had to have every part of her, even if it meant hurting her.
I pulled out of her pussy, ripping her panties and skirt off as fast as I could, and used my fingers to spread her juices down, pressing a finger against her tight hole.
She whimpered, but I kept pushing until my finger disappeared into her, distracting her by rubbing her clit.
I didn’t give her long to adjust before adding another finger, then another.
I spit onto her hole, watching as it combined with her arousal, only slightly lessening the friction.
“Row…” she said breathlessly, her eyes closed, lost to the world around her.
“It’s gonna hurt, Av, but we both know you deserve it, don’t we?”
She moaned.
“That’s right. My little sadist will probably enjoy me forcing my way into her tight little asshole.”
I stretched my fingers, and she cried out. Her eyes fluttered open, wide and full of tears, but she didn’t look scared; she looked hungry.
“It hurts,” she whimpered quietly.
I’ll pity you later, little kitty. Now? You’ll pay for your sins.
After withdrawing my digits from her ass, I spit on my hand, using it to lube my cock. It wasn’t nearly enough for what I was about to do, but I couldn’t let Avery leave these woods without a punishment. It had been far too long since I’d had her like this.
I pulled one of her legs up, resting it over my shoulder, spreading her, then pressed the tip of my cock against her tight hole.
I forced it to stretch around me, listening to her groan, chuckling as her hands came up, as if she could stop me.
She pushed against my chest, but I didn’t budge.
I moved my hips forward, groaning as she squeezed around me.
Inch by inch, I watched my entire length sink into her ass. What little lubrication I’d managed to gather barely eased the friction, but every bit of pain was worth it. She’d earned this punishment, but so had I.
Avery was whimpering, her hands still on my chest, shuddering under me.
“Look at you,” I said in a low voice. “Shaking like a little slut, and I’m barely moving.” I bottomed out in her ass, pausing to let us both adjust. “You wanted this. We both know it. So now, you’re gonna take it, every fucking inch.”
I withdrew just an inch or so then slammed back inside her, making her scream, raw and desperate.
“You’re not in control anymore, Av. I am,” I snarled, gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise.
I rammed into her again, and her back bowed as another cry ripped from her throat. Her body shook like it couldn’t take any more.
“Tell me who you belong to, little sis,” I growled at her, watching her face twist in pain, though her mouth spent half the time gasping and moaning.
She shook her head, eyes closed.
So, I fucked her harder, deeper, all while pressing my fingers against her clit, blurring the line of pleasure and pain. She was helpless as I used her exactly how she needed to be used.
I let go of her leg and leaned over her—a new angle. “Mine.”