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“What if someone sees?” I demanded. “Or Drew sees?”
“Doesn’t he know already that you were never his?” Torin said with unconcern, his fingers starting to circle my clit.
I let out a shriek of exasperation. “I don’t want any drama with him!”
Torin paused for a moment. “Has he ever hurt you?” he asked harshly.
My mouth dropped with the audacity. “I’ve got welts the size of pancakes on my ass from you and I can barely sit down and you’re asking if he hurt me?”
My big asshole brother only twisted his lips up in a smile. “That’s right, baby girl,” he said. “I’m the only man in the world allowed to thrash this ass.”
And he moved his wet fingers to give my sore ass another little spank.
I whimpered at his touch, and he smiled again.
“What’s to stop me from fucking you right now?” he said in my ear, and I felt my traitorous body almost curve toward him, my thighs beginning to shake.
“It’s wrong,” I said tremulously, and my brother laughed scornfully.
Then he knocked my thighs apart with a knee and drove his cock into me.
My hands were pinned above my head, my nipples rubbing up and down on his rough shirt as he thrust into me.
“Fuck, this is the perfect cunt,” he groaned, his lips on mine, his tongue insisting my lips part for him.
“The only cunt you’ve ever had!” I couldn’t help bursting out, trying to move my head to avoid his kiss.
“That’s right,” he said, his dark brows drawn together. “The only woman who could ever make me hard, the only cunt I could ever want. And it’s wet for me. So open your mouth for your brother or I’ll tan your little ass, Lele.”
I gasped with anger, but his mouth was on mine again, and I opened for him, tasting Torin, and I was helpless under his obsession, helpless to resist as his tongue was in my mouth, my hands trapped, my cunt trapped and pinned and spread open, his cock inside me, claiming me, mastering me.
And when I came, the orgasm rushing up my spine as my back arched off the wall, it was to my brother’s wrong, wicked voice whispering his love in my ear.
My legs were still weak and wobbly, my skirt barely covering my ass again when Drew rounded the corner.
“Where have you been, Laoise?” he demanded, and he stopped abruptly when he saw Torin behind me.
“Torin, what are you doing here?” he asked, the shock evident on his face.
There couldn’t have been a bigger contrast between the two men.
Drew, tall and neat, not a hair out of place, thin cultured face, kind eyes.
And my brother Torin, huge, towering over everyone, midnight-black hair, midnight-blue eyes, harsh bearded face, angry glare for the world and everyone who wasn’t me.
“Torin, don’t you think you should give your sister some space?” Drew asked, annoyed.
I couldn’t see his face, but I knew Torin wouldn’t understand the question.
“No,” he replied.
Drew stepped quickly in between us.
“Can you give us some space, Torin,” Drew said.
I felt the sudden sharp chill of violence in the air. It was dangerous to stand between Torin and me. It always had been. People in my hometown had realized that at a very early age, and I remembered one of the punishments I had gotten at 6 or 7 years old when I had been locked in my room. Even now, I could hear Torin’s loud, keening cry when he realized I was locked away from him. At the time, he was still skinny and lanky, and I remembered the steady, rhythmic thuds on the door as he ran against it at full speed, trying to break it down to get to me.
This had continued until my father had finally found Torin and dragged him away, kicking him viciously in the ribs. I sat cowering in my room, shuddering at the sounds and Torin had come back later with a pin and picked my lock, breaking into my room, curling up next to me on the floor with a relieved sigh.
