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What is he doing...?
A shriek explodes from my lips when he slams the window with his fist, causing glass to shatter and he reaches inside, methodically unlocking it then climbs into my room. He lands on the floor, rising to his full height while I stare up at him, too frozen to move and he hands me my hair brush.
He wants me to do that now? After what I just found out?
Without a word he walks over to my bed and sits down like this is a normal evening. But it’s not normal and he’s breathing heavily, a streak of aggravation on his face at my refusal to let him in.
“Go ahead brush it,” he rasps. His eyes move to my hair, going romantically hooded while I brush because I don’t know what else to do.
Still watching me, he slowly removes his shirt from his hand, stretching his knuckles and a muscle ticks in his jaw and I shamelessly rub my thighs together at his tangible masculinity.
I shouldn’t be aroused but he has monopoly on my senses, he knows how to pull the strings. Watching him carefully since it feels like he’s going to something unpredictable any second now, I glance at the door.
If I make a run for it...
Dropping the brush on the floor, I plunge for the door, unlocking and I’m out. Throwing a look over my shoulder, I yelp when I notice that Bram is right behind me. He catches up with me in the staircase and I almost fall, forced to lean into his chest when he grabs me. But I thrash and he has no choice but to let me go.
Almost tripping over my feet, I dash into the kitchen about to throw myself over the kitchen island when he gets a hold of me and causes some of the casseroles and ladles that hang from the ceiling to fall.
He turns me around, pinning me with his hips and I pant. His mouth moves in an insatiable smile and I struggle.
“Bram, you can’t do this...” I plead but he won’t listen and he gives me no choice. Grabbing a knife from the counter I place it against his bare chest, right under his shoulder blade but he won’t budge.
“You think I’m going to let a little weapon stop me from taking you?” He purposefully presses into the blade, the movement causing it to dig into his flesh and drops of crimson surge. He’s hurting...and my mouth drops in a silent scream.
He’s gone mad...
“Tell me how much you are mine.” He inches farther into the knife, not caring about pain and his eyes show no weakness. They’re fixed on me, the pupils dilating and revealing how much he needs to consume me. It makes my eyes roll back into my head but I can’t, not until I know...
“What did you d...do?” I stutter. “What did you do to Morton?”
Bram’s eyes flicker, his mouth a worse punishment than an inferno and he rasps in my ear. “I told him that I’ll kill him if he doesn’t stay the fuck away from my sister.”
10
Abram
She goes numb, soft like liquid in my arms and she drops the knifecausing it to fall with a slammer. Her knees slash but I don’t let her slide. Holding her up, I cup her neck and pull her face to mine. Her eyes flare when I claim her mouth, my kiss seeking submission. Whimpering she responds to the domination, sweeping her tongue against mine and I don’t give her a chance to breathe.
At first her body protests, twitching and fidgeting like she’s stunned but all I care about is having her. I’ve thought about her for so long, fantasized about what she would be like but I never thought she would be anything like this.
Claiming her will be a dark fantasy...and the marking, hell I live to leave my mark on her.
The girl stutters my name, unsure of what is happening and the sharp kitchen light reveals the distress on her face. In the back of my head, I know I should slow down, explain everything but my body is too eager to meet with hers, eager to put myself into her and watch my come trickles down her legs.
“Why did you wear this for?” I rasp, my face so close to hers that I only need to flick my tongue out and it licks the seam on her lower lip. “Did you think that hiding your little body from me would make me want you any less?”
Her nightgown is a joke, designed to let a man know that he should keep his distance but all it does is entices me more. The color is a bridal white and its high neck with long sleeves and reaches to her ankles. But it strains over her breasts, pinches her waist like she’s wearing a corset and it fills me with lust.
I want to rip it off of her. Hear her shocked gasps that spur me on, bathe in that pure innocence of hers until I feel reborn. She was made for me, her life entwined with mine early on.
Clutching the counter until her knuckles whiten, she stutters, “M...maybe.” She’s looking at me with widened eyes, her mouth open in astonishment but her hips roll, undulating like something deep inside of her is pulling her toward me, eager to receive.
“I need you out of it.” My eyes bore into hers. “Been dying to see you naked...” I lift the knife and she cries out in shock, then moans in relief when I use it to cut up her nightgown. It flimsily falls to the floor and she’s standing only in no bra and a white thong that I shred.
Her lush, nude body is trembling, so fragile it could shatter from one reckless mistake and I am determined to never make one. Determined to be the only family she’ll ever need. The warmth in the room causes her nipples to soften and I stare at them with hunger. She lets out a low noise, pushing her arms together until her tits pucker and I slant my mouth over her pink aches.
“Ahh...” she moans in surprise, her leg twitching when I suckle her and her hands hesitantly go to my suit. I pull back, looking at her and she flushes red but that doesn’t stop her from taking my suit jacket off and something flickers in her eyes. “I can’t look at you,” she whispers and my brows knot because I need her eyes on me.
