My balls draw up tight. She ripples around me while her moans echo in the small room. I stand up and slam her body against the piano, ramming into her so hard that she catches the keys when she tries to push back.
“I’m coming,” she whimpers, and I pull hard on her hair and crush my lips to hers. Her pussy milks me. I savor her moans, reaching down to play with her too-sensitive clit.
Once her cries quiet and she tries to wriggle away from my touch, I bite her shoulder and thrust my dick as deep as I can.“Fuck,” I grunt, shuddering, tasting blood on her marked skin. I lick it up before replacing my dick with my fingers and fucking my cum back inside her heat.
“I thought I didn’t deserve to come,” she says, a note of vulnerability bleeding into her voice.
“I don’t know what it is about you,” I reply truthfully as I brush my lips over the curve of her shoulder all the way to the crook of her neck, “but I’m hooked.”
She shivers when I place a soft kiss on her skin.
I slide my fingers out to circle her swollen pearl. “I can’t get enough of you, and I will fight you every day to get a taste of this.” I tap her clit and smile. “I’ve smacked it, licked it, and fucked it, so it’s mine.”
Her airy laugh does wicked things to my heart. Things that should scare me, and they do. Camryn terrifies me. I’ve already cut myself open on her gleaming blade, and now I’m a lost cause. The hatred I feel is morphing into something with a lesser sting but a bigger consequence.
I straighten up and then turn her around and cup her chin, tilting her face up to mine. “What’s going on inside that sweet head of yours.”
The shutters go down over her eyes. She tries to hide her face behind her hair, but I refuse to let her push me away. Lifting her chin once more, I swoop down to whisper in her ear, “Don’t make me chase you. You’re not ready for my cock this soon again.”
“I’ve already told you, Dom.” Her weak voice trembles in the small space between us. “Weird things are happening in this house and this…town.”
“It’s in your head.”
Her teary eyes clash with mine, but then she looks away and shuts me out. “You don’t believe me anyway.” She pushes off thepiano and tries to escape past me. “Why are you nice to me all of a sudden? You hate me, remember?”
She looks so exposed as she trembles beneath the moonlight, with her eyes downcast and strands of matted hair sticking to the tears on her cheeks.
I lift her chin with two fingers. “Eyes on me.”
Her blue ocean clashes with my storm, and I trail my fingers down the length of her jaw to shift her hair away. “My emotions for you are complicated?—”
She tries to look away again, so I seize her chin and lower my voice. “I do hate you, but my need for you burns stronger. You’re an obsession, Sis, and I’m done fighting it.”
“What if I want you to leave me alone?”
“Too late.” I clench my jaw and inch closer. “I don’t care if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth. In fact, I’ll enjoy every minute of it.”
Her breath catches, and a vicious smile unfurls on my lips. I love how delicate she is and how her fear permeates the charged air. It’s almost as intoxicating as the lust shining in her eyes and the tears coating her lashes.
“By the time I’m done with you, nothing will be left for anyone else to salvage.”
Shaking her head, she quivers against me, her delicate feet leaving a trail of blood on the floor amongst the broken glass and debris.
An inexplicable sense of protectiveness overwhelms me when she walks out, and I fist my hands as I force down the ugly feeling that demands I protect her at all costs. I simply can’t afford to let her get beneath my skin like this.
Who am I kidding? She has already buried deep and siphoned my sanity like a vampiric parasite.
A shiver runs down my back as a cool breeze brushes by, like an icy breath against the curve of my neck. I spin around and scan the room.
Behind me, a haunted piano note rings out in the oppressive silence, and I whip my head around, heart crashing against my ribcage. Nothing else happens. I wait with bated breath, acutely aware of every whistle of the wind outside, every groaning tree hidden in the darkness across the overgrown lawn.
Every darting shadow.
Menace bleeds into my tone. “She belongs to me and only me. I don’t care if you’re a ghost or a demon from the darkest pits of Hell. Mess with what’s mine, and I will ruin you.”
I watch her at breakfast, my own bowl of cereal untouched. I watch her in the hallways at school, leaning up against the wall.
I watch her every chance I get.
