Page 25 of The Parolee


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For a big man, my brother was very quick, and he moved one hand over my mouth, then released my wrists so he could yank open the door to my gardening shed. Then he spun me inside and slammed the door behind us.

“Torin!” I raged, but he already had both hands on my face, and he bent down and kissed me.

I felt the panic pound in my chest. I didn’t think I was going to be able to get away from him this time. I tried to keep my mouth closed, but he put both hands on my face, his big body crowding me until I was jammed against the worktable. His thumbs pulled down my jaw, forcing it open so his tongue could invade my mouth.

I tried to shove him away, but he moved his hips, pinning me against the table, and I felt the hard length of his cock on my stomach.

I tried to pull away, but his hands were like steel, forcing me to submit to his kiss. I reached up under his chin to try to punch him in the jaw, shove him off me. It didn’t stop him either, and I felt the hard cords of the muscles in his chest.

His lips were hard on mine, his tongue demanding. I complained under his tongue, but he kept his fingers on my jaw, forcing me to stay open.

I closed my fingers into a fist and hit him in the jaw as hard as I could, but he only murmured against my mouth.

“Mountain girl.”

Then I felt his hands on my thighs, impatiently ripping down my leggings and panties.

“Torin, no,” I squeaked.

“You’re mine, baby girl,” he said. “And I’m taking you.”

I tried to catch my breath, gasping huge lungfuls of terrified air, trying to figure out how to escape. When I felt him reach down to his jeans, I kicked his legs and tried to twist sideways, but he tangled one hand in my curls, pinning me in place against the wall. He bent to kiss me, his mouth demanding, possessive, domineering, and as I gasped under his tongue, he yanked up my legs and drove his cock into me.

I whimpered at the feel of him, so big that my cunt stung trying to accommodate his brutal intrusion.

I felt the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the soft skin of my thighs as he claimed me.

His dick was tearing into me, he was pounding into me, his growls low and feral and unbound.

“Fuck,” he groaned, my ass scraping against the hard wooden walls. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

My hands were free, but no matter I did, my brother wouldn’t let me go. I tried shoving him off, boxing his ears, yanking his hair. Nothing worked. Everything I did made him groan even louder, his cock unrelenting. Torin Reilly had me, and he wasn’t going to let me go.

“Torin!—it’s---wrong!” I gasped, his big dick shuddering through my body. I felt heat begin to pool where his savage strokes were slamming me up against the wall.

“No, it’s the only thing that’s ever been right,” he growled.

And I opened my mouth and I bit Torin on the neck, hard, tightening my teeth on the side of his throat.

I felt him stiffen and then stop, putting his hand on the wall. I felt his heavy breathing all along my body, the pressure in my cunt turning heavy and urgent.

I felt a groan under my teeth and I realized he was fighting coming, fighting the feeling of my teeth on his neck.

He leaned his head sideways slightly, so that I felt the heat of his neck under my teeth and the scratch of his beard on my cheek. It was unexpected and erotic, and I suddenly felt the low dirty heat pooling in my core.

It felt like he wanted to split me apart, to force his obsession under my skin and into my veins. His hands on my hips felt like they bit into me, making me ache with the force of his desire.

I pulled back on the skin of his throat, and he groaned again. “I love it when you touch me, sister.”

Then I felt him release into me with a grunt, filling me with liquid heat.

I released his neck, feeling my heart begin to hammer out of control. His breathing was low and ragged in the shed.

“I hate you,” I said, my voice and cunt both throbbing.

My brother’s mouth twisted up. “No, you don’t, baby girl. You’re mad at me, but I’m going to fuck that anger right out of you.”

Still inside me, he picked me up, sweeping all the tools off Drew’s table onto the floor, and laid me down on it.

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