Scarlett #7
The mirror rattles behind me, glass quivering with every thrust, and my fingers claw for anything, his shoulders, his hair, his skin—too much, too deep, too fucking filthy.
My body jerks with every drive of his hips, every wet slap echoing through the funhouse until I don’t know if the sound is me breaking or him.
“Kai—” His name cracks out of me like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. I can’t stop saying it, can’t stop sobbing it, my voice ragged and desperate. “Oh my God—Kai—”
His mouth crashes against mine, swallowing the rest, tongue brutal, teeth dragging.
His hand is locked at my throat, not enough to cut, just enough to remind me I’m his, that I begged for this.
His other hand digs into my thigh, nails biting, forcing me open, keeping me there while he takes every filthy inch of me.
“You wanted this,” he spits against my mouth, his words a fever, his breath fire. “Begged for this. And now you’re mine.”
I can’t even deny it—I’m soaked, clenching, sobbing, wrecked around him. Every thrust rips another broken sound out of me, every filthy whisper tears down what little pride I had left.
And all I can do is cling to him, crying into his mouth, into his shoulder, into the shadows, whispering his name like it’s the only word I have left.
His cock drags through me so deep I see stars, the stretch burning and perfect, the filthiest possession tearing me apart until I’m nothing but sobs and slick and the wet sound of him pounding into me.
“Kai—fuck, your cock—” The words choke out of me, shameless, strangled, my voice breaking on a moan I can’t stop. “It’s too much, I can’t—”
He snarls into my mouth, slamming me harder, my back arching against the mirror as if I could crawl away from it, from him, but he holds me there, pinning me like prey.
His hand tightens at my throat, his hips driving mercilessly until I’m convulsing around him, my body betraying me, snapping like glass under the weight of him.
And then I shatter, screaming his name, clinging to his shoulders, to his hair, my whole body breaking apart around his cock while he growls filthy words against my skin—mine, my little fucking sister, mine.
I sob through it, every pulse of release dragging me deeper under him, ruined and trembling and wrecked, until the only thing I know is Kai inside me, Kai breaking me open, Kai owning me.
His cock is relentless, sliding in and out of me so wet it’s obscene, the slick sound echoing in the cracked funhouse like a filthy soundtrack to how ruined I am.
I’m still trembling, still pulsing around him from the orgasm that shattered me, and he doesn’t stop—he pounds me through it, grinding deeper, grinding harder, dragging more broken cries out of my throat.
I can feel him everywhere, the thick stretch splitting me apart, the heat of him spearing me open until my thighs are shaking, my nails carving red crescents into his shoulders as if I could hold myself together.
I’m dripping for him, soaking him, every thrust making it wetter, messier, a flood between us that makes him groan against my throat like he’s gone feral for it.
“You hear that?” he snarls in my ear, his cock slamming into me hard enough I gasp, sobbing at the impact. “That’s you, Scar. That’s how fucking wet you get for me. For your brother.”
The word twists like a knife but I moan anyway, broken and shameful, my body clenching down on him, sucking him deeper, begging without words while he ruins me.
His cock won’t stop.
Every thrust just drives me higher again, when I didn’t think there was anything left to give, when I swore my body couldn’t break any further.
I’m still fluttering around him, still soaking, and it’s so wet between us it feels like I’m melting down his length.
Every time he pulls out, the slick drag makes my whole body spasm; every time he slams back in, I scream like I’m being split open.
My voice is gone, raw from begging, but he keeps wringing new sounds out of me—whimpers, sobs, choked cries that echo off the broken mirrors around us.
His cock is brutal, unrelenting, pushing me into that sweet agony where the tears and the pleasure blur until I don’t know where one ends and the other begins.
I claw at him, nails raking down his back, desperate for something to hold on to.
He catches my wrists and pins them above my head, fucking me harder, wetter, filthier, until I’m thrashing under him.
“Can’t take it,” I gasp, but I’m lying, because my body clamps down around him like it never wants to let go.
He growls against my mouth, swallowing every broken plea. “You’ll take it. You’ll take every fucking drop until you can’t think of anyone but me.”
And then he grinds deep, so deep I choke on a scream, my whole body convulsing as another orgasm rips me apart, and still—still—he doesn’t stop.
His cock keeps driving into me, using the flood of my wetness to force me into more, and more, and more, until I’m gone, nothing but tears and soaking, begging wrecked words that don’t even sound like mine.
I can’t close my eyes.
I want to. God, I want to let go, to drift, to shut it out—but he won’t let me.
His cock keeps driving into me, every stroke wetter, filthier, crueller, until I’m gasping for air and clawing at the ground beneath us.
My vision’s blurred with tears, but his face stays sharp, his eyes on me like he’ll drag me back from the edge if I dare fall under.
“Look at me,” he snarls when my head tips back. His hand fists in my hair, forcing my gaze to his. “Don’t you dare pass out on me, Scar. You’re gonna feel every second of this.”
I sob, the sound breaking, wrecked. My thighs are shaking, my cunt so wet around him it’s obscene, the slap of his cock inside me echoing off the mirrors like a punishment I can’t escape.
Every thrust wrings another scream out of me, high and helpless, and still he doesn’t stop, his hips crashing into mine with merciless rhythm.
“I can’t—Kai, I can’t,” I choke out, my body convulsing, my pussy spasming so tight I can barely breathe.
He grinds deeper, his cock stretching me to the point of pain, whispering against my ear with breath hot and ragged. “You can. You fucking will. Because you’re mine, Scar. Every tear, every moan, every orgasm—you give them all to me.”
And I do. God help me, I do. My body breaks open again, another climax tearing through me until I’m screaming into his chest, soaking him, soaking us both, but he doesn’t let me collapse.
His hand digs into my waist, pinning me in place, cock still buried deep, making sure I stay awake for every filthy second.
“Beg for it,” he growls when I try to turn away, when I sob into his shoulder. “Beg me to keep breaking you, little sister.”
And I do, broken and trembling, whispering please, Kai, please, even as the wet between my thighs proves I’ll never survive him.
His weight crushes me into the warped glass, my thighs shaking so hard they can’t hold him anymore, but he won’t let me stop—his cock keeps dragging through me, every inch slick and brutal and unbearably deep.
I’m so far gone I can’t tell if I’m sobbing or screaming, can’t tell if my body is breaking or blooming, all I know is I’m wet everywhere, I’m wrecked everywhere, and he still won’t let me go.
When he finally growls my name, it’s like he’s tearing it out of his own chest, hips pounding harder, faster, slamming me up the mirror until it rattles behind my head.
I choke on the flood of my own moans, pulse after pulse of overstimulation leaving me trembling, begging, but he drags me right through it, fucking me until I feel like nothing but raw nerves and wet skin wrapped around him.
And then—heat, thick and devastating, spilling inside me as he buries himself so deep I swear he’s carved me open. My body clenches, milking him, forcing him deeper while I collapse under the weight of everything we are, everything we shouldn’t be.
He’s shaking. His forehead presses to mine, sweat dripping into my tears, and his voice—God, his voice—isn’t cruel now. It’s soft. Shattered. A confession slipping out between ragged breaths, breaking me more than his cock ever could.
“I love you, Scar.”
Tender. Broken. Like it’s killing him to say it but he can’t not.
And that ruins me. It ruins everything. Because I know he means it, I know it’s the truth, and my heart splinters wide open while my body still throbs around him, clinging to every drop he’s given me.
My throat feels like it’s splitting open, every sob ripping through me until it’s not just my body that’s wrecked—it’s me, all of me, scraped raw and exposed under him.
His forehead is still pressed to mine, his breath hot and ragged, his words echoing in my skull like I’ll never escape them—I love you, Scar.
And I break. I break so hard it tastes like blood in my mouth when the words finally claw their way out of me.
“I love you,” I whisper back, strangled and hoarse, tears sliding over my lips as I choke on it, as if it’s poison and salvation in the same breath. “I love you, Kai.”
The air stills. His body goes rigid over mine, cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing like it heard me too. His hands tighten at my waist, almost painful, like he’s anchoring himself to me, like if he lets go we’ll both disappear.
The mirror creaks behind us. My sobs won’t stop. His mouth hovers over mine, trembling, as if he doesn’t believe it, as if he’s terrified he heard wrong—until I say it again, broken and ruined and ruined and ruined.
“I love you.”
And the way his eyes close, like I’ve gutted him, like I’ve freed him, like I’ve damned us both in one heartbeat—it’s worse than any cruel word he’s ever thrown at me.
His hands dig into my waist, but instead of crushing me closer, he pulls back—just enough that losing his mouth feels like a slap.
His forehead leaves mine, his breath tearing out of him like he’s been stabbed, his eyes snapping open and searching my face like I just said the one thing he’s never been allowed to hear.
My chest caves. I try to drag him back down, but he won’t move, won’t kiss me, won’t let me hide. He stares like I’ve burned him alive, like my words are a lie too sweet to believe.
“Say it again,” he rasps, voice cracked, shaking. “Scar—say it again.”
But the panic crawls up my throat, because I already did, I already gave it to him, ripped myself open, and he still looks like he’s drowning. My lips tremble, my tears blur his face, and all I can do is choke the words back out, softer, messier, like they’re breaking me apart.
“I love you, Kai.”
His whole body jerks like I’ve struck him, but he still doesn’t kiss me. He just breathes me in like I’m the last oxygen left in the world, his hands trembling where they hold me, cock still pulsing deep inside like he’s too far gone to leave me even if he wanted to.
The second the words tumble out—wrecked, trembling, broken—his restraint shatters.
Kai crashes back into me like he’s been holding himself back for years, his mouth swallowing my sob, his kiss nothing but raw hunger and desperation. His body moves with mine, brutal and tender all at once, like he can’t decide if he wants to destroy me or worship me.
I cling to him, nails digging, legs locked tighter around his waist, because I can’t survive the space between us, not after this. Every thrust feels like him carving himself into me, every kiss like him branding my soul.
“You hear me?” he groans against my lips, forehead pressed hard to mine, cock driving so deep I can’t breathe. “You don’t take it back. You don’t run. You’re mine, Scar. Say it—fuck, say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cry, my voice breaking. “I’m yours, Kai.”
And the sound he makes—half a snarl, half a sob—splinters me wide open. He kisses me harder, like my words are the only thing keeping him alive, like if I ever stop saying them he’ll collapse.
The fairground could burn to the ground around us and I wouldn’t move. It’s just me and him and the ruin we’ve made of each other.