Chapter 25
Lila
My body trembles against his as he pulls me out of the shower and holds me for a moment. There is no more hesitation, no more worry on his end. With a slow ease of his finger under my chin, he forces my gaze to his.
"No going back, Little Lily," he breathes. "After tonight, you're going to be Lila Vance. My mate. My property."
With tender movements, he wipes me down with a towel, drying each spot with a gentleness that sparks tears in my eyes. Though I know he will be far rougher with me later, this small show of restraint means the world to me.
Once we're both dry, he scoops me back up into his arms and carries me into the room. "But the thong!" I cry out as I look at the scraps on the floor.
"Fuck the thong. I don't want any barriers between us. Not right now. Not when I want to touch every inch of you and make you scream my name."
The tears finally fall as he pushes open the door, and I can see what he did to the space.
Everything he set up is for me, for making tonight something special, something I'll never forget.
The sheets might not be silk, but rose petals line the room and bed along with candles to cast soft light over everything, giving it all a romantic glow.
The dark blue rope near the pillow even seems less threatening somehow.
"Make no mistake, Lila," he growls out, interrupting my thoughts.
"This bed might look sweet and inviting.
This room might look like it came out of a romance novel.
But the way I'm going to fuck you tonight will be filthy, brutal, depraved.
I'm going to use this virgin cunt until you're raw and dripping with my cum.
When I'm through with you, you'll feel me for days.
Every step will remind you that your stepbrother owns this pussy. "
He lays me down and smothers me with his bulk. The heat washes over me, scalding me from the inside out. Despite the fear worming its way through me, the arousal edges it out, making me throb and ache so desperately for his touch.
"Hands above your head. Now."
I obey him without question. I've waited too long to feel him touch me. Nothing will stop it. Not even me.
When he winds the rope around my wrist, it's far softer than I imagined, like buttery cotton as it glides over my skin. His movements are swift and methodical, lethal, and oh so fucking seductive.
But he doesn't stop there. Once my wrists are immobile, he drags the rope down, teasing me with the ends. He slides them over my nipples, coaxing them to hard points before bending down and sucking one into his hot mouth.
A soft whimper slips from my lips as I arch up into him. Butterflies flutter about in my stomach until every inch of me is tingling.
"Oh no, sweetheart," he growls in my ear as he leans up to bite my earlobe. "You don't have to be quiet anymore. I want to hear every filthy moan, every desperate whimper. I want to hear you beg your stepbrother to fuck you."
He pulls away and brings the ropes to my hips, working furiously as he trusses me up.
Once I'm how he wants me, he brings the ends up to meet my wrists.
From this position, he has my legs spread obscenely wide, knees bent and on either side of my chest. Open.
Bare. Vulnerable. My pussy completely exposed and dripping for him.
"That's it," he murmurs as he slides a thick finger through my drenched folds. "Look at this greedy little cunt. So fucking wet you're soaking the sheets and I haven't even touched your clit yet. So slick and desperate for your stepbrother's cock. You want me to ruin this virgin pussy, don't you?"
I can only whimper in response as my body burns and my mind shatters.
"Oh no, Lila. You're not getting away that easy. Say it. Tell me what you want."
"Yes," I cry out, letting all the whiny desperation flow through. "I want you, Nate. I want my stepbrother to fuck this tight virgin pussy. I want you to stretch me open and fill me with your cum."
He leans over me, his lips widening into a savage grin.
"Such a filthy little slut for your stepbrother.
" Again, that rush of heat floods my cheeks at his degrading praise.
"No, no. Don't be embarrassed. I love how depraved you are.
Look at you. You're fucking gushing, and I've barely touched you.
Your body is begging me to defile it. Shall I put you out of your misery? "
"P- please," I whimper. "I can't stand it anymore. I- I need…"
"What do you need, sweetheart?" he murmurs against my breastbone as he teases his way toward my nipple.
"I- I…"
"Hmmm. That's not a need."
His dark chuckle washes over my right nipple just moments before he sucks it into his mouth, tongue flicking the sensitive peak. A loud, mewling moan bursts from my lips, and he bites down, sending pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core.
"I'm waiting," he teases before giving the other nipple the same torturous attention.
"I need you!" I scream out. "I need to be filled. I need your cock inside me. I—God—I just want to come on my stepbrother's dick."
"Well then. Since you begged so sweetly."
Nate slides up between my splayed hips until his massive cock grazes against my lower lips.
With each inhale, the thick head glides up, nearly bumping my swollen clit.
With each exhale, it drifts away, leaving me desperate and aching.
It's a cruel game he plays, teasing me like this, coating himself in my slick until it drips down my ass crack and puddles on the sheets.
"Ready for me? Ready for your stepbrother to force this fat cock into your tight little virgin cunt? Or do I need to make you suffer some more?"
"Pleeeeeeease," I beg him as I strain against the ropes. "Please fuck me. I'll do anything."
"Oh, but you will. You'll take so much fucking more than you think you can."
Easing forward, he plants his hand between my leg and arm, holding himself above me. There's no concern, no hesitation. Just pure, dominant masculinity radiating from every inch of his body.
A soft growl rumbles through his chest and vibrates my very soul.
It's not an Alpha command. Not exactly. It's something primal, possessive.
My body responds instantly, my core clenching as more slick pours out of me.
Everything becomes boneless, pliant. Pleasure, pure and overwhelming, coats my insides as he finally notches the thick head against my entrance.
"I need you to breathe for me, Lila. I'm going to force every fucking inch into this tight pussy, and you're going to take it. In. Good girl. Out."
I follow his command, forcing my body to relax as I focus on each inhale and exhale.
"I'm so fucking hard for you, sweetheart," he groans as he pushes inside. "My cock is throbbing to split you open. But you can take it, can't you? You can take all of your stepbrother's cock like the good little slut you are."
All I can do is nod as I lie there, weightless from the ropes and drunk on his growl.
Another inch, and already I feel impossibly full, stretched tight around his massive girth. "That's my good girl. That's my perfect little stepsister. Keep breathing for me while I force this pussy to take me."
My fingers grab onto the rope, digging in as a soft whine hums in my throat. It's not quite pain. Not exactly. But the stretch is intense, overwhelming.
"I know, sweetheart," he murmurs as he slides his lips over mine. "It’s going to hurt. Just a little bit. Just until your body gets used to me. Keep breathing for me. Just like that. Fuck, I can feel you rippling around me, clenching so tight. Such a greedy little pussy, desperate to be filled."
Another inch. The burn intensifies as he pushes deeper, stretching my entrance beyond what I thought possible.
So big. So incredibly massive. Nothing like the pathetic dildo I tried.
Nothing like my inadequate fingers. This is all dominant Alpha male slowly, inexorably impaling me on his thick shaft.
It pulses with every millimeter, so hard I can feel every ridge, every vein as he fills me. All the while, his growl intensifies, keeping me locked there as he claims every bit of me. As he takes what belongs to him.
And I do belong to him.
That thought alone causes more slick to gush out, easing him deeper. I can't tell how much more there is. All I can focus on is the overwhelming fullness, the connection as he joins our bodies.
"Just a little more. That's my good girl," he croons, his voice raw with need. "God, baby, you're taking me so well. This pussy was made for my cock, made to be stretched and used and filled with my cum."
His filthy words make everything spasm, and he groans long and low in my ear. "Fuck yes, squeeze me like that. Keep doing that. You want that, don't you? You want your stepbrother to breed you, to pump you full, to mark you inside and out with his seed."
"God, yes," I sob out as he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against mine.
A scream erupts from my throat—not pain, but overwhelming pleasure and relief.
"Good fucking girl," he snarls as he holds himself deep, letting my body adjust to his size.
"I knew you could take every fucking inch.
" With a savage grin, he reaches up and undoes the ties holding my legs, allowing me to wrap them around his hips.
"Now I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to wreck this pretty little pussy and make it mine. "
He pulls out slowly, and I feel every devastating inch. Dear God, the drag of his cock against my inner walls makes my toes curl. A plaintive moan spills from my lips but morphs into a sharp cry as he slams back in, punching the air from my lungs.
Over and over he takes me, pulling out slowly only to drive back in hard, keeping me off-balance and desperate. Each brutal thrust makes the bed shake, makes my body jolt.