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I want to laugh at her when her face turns red. Her lips curl over, and the tiniest snarl appears on her lips. In the next second, she's in front of me, and her hand lashes out, her palm connecting with my cheek as a crack echoes throughout the room.
"Get the fuck out of my room," she growls at me.
I laugh in her face, the skin on my cheek burning. I feel so alive. Herragegives me life.
"My, my, my, little sister. Is someone pouty?" I step forward, grabbing her around the waist and shoving her onto the bed. She arches her back, a cry bursting out of her from the painful cuts on her back. I spin her around, burying her face in the dark comforter. I rip her shirt up, tearing it over her neck and tossing it onto the floor. The white fabric is streaked with red, her back littered with dried blood. I brush my fingers over the cuts, the jagged marks that were in no way created by a human. "You're a foolish girl who’s made a foolish mistake, and you'll pay for it."
She cocks her head back, glaring at me with spitting hate in her eyes. "If I'm going down, you better believe I'll be taking you with me. You're the one that shoved me in the tomb."
I bark out a laugh. "It's a mausoleum, dipshit."
"Whatever," she sneers.
Her waist is trim, the skin on her back creamy and white around the vicious cuts. Her hair is a mess, and I brush it over her shoulder, exposing the baby hairs and her slender neck.
My eyes widen, my fingers trailing up along the tiny scrawl on the nape of her neck. "A tattoo, baby sis? I didn't think you'd have it in you."
She moves to get out from under me, and I pin her harder into her mattress. "What does it say?" I run my fingers along the letters, a language that I'm unfamiliar with. Is it Latin?Mors debet reddere vitam.
"It says death must pay for life," she says in a moment of truth.
Death must pay for life.
"Whose death paid for whose life?"
"None of your business," she growls.
Creaking sounds in the attic, like someone is walking around upstairs. Which is fucking odd, because no one ever goes in the attic, and we don't have any drafts in the house. I've never heard that before in my life.
I grab one of her boots off the ground, chucking it at the ceiling as hard as I can. Dust from the popcorn ceiling falls, scattering along our shoulders. "Get the fuck out of my house!" I roar, angry that any spirit or dead person has the audacity to walk in my house. I don't give a shit if they want to haunt Vera, but they can stay off my property.
The lights flicker, and I growl, my hand going to the mattress, trailing up her waist and along her breasts. I wrap my fingers around her throat, squeezing tight. "I should steal the breath from your lungs for bringing this shit into my home."
"I didn't mean to," she chokes out, her hand going up to mine. She curls her fingers around my wrist and pulls, attempting to get any air, any relief that she can. "I'm sorry," she wheezes.
I laugh, my other hand going down to her thigh, my fingers sliding between the smoothness of her soft skin. I hook my fingers around her shorts, feeling the heat from between her legs instantly.
So fucking warm.
"Don't. Touch. Me," she struggles to say as she chokes. I loosen my hold around her neck, and she gasps in a mouthful of air.
"I will touch you how I want. When I want. Wherever. The fuck. I want. You put my house, and my life, at risk, and now you owe me."
"I don't owe you shit."
I release her neck, bringing my hand to her back, placing my palm down on her cuts. "You owe me everything."
"I owe you nothing. You put me in that fucking cemetery!" she screeches.
My other fingers plunge between her folds. She arches in agony or pleasure. I'd prefer agony.
I dig deep, feeling every fold, crevice, and wall inside her. She wiggles and moves, grunting into the mattress as my fingers fuck her hard and fast. The back of her neck grows wet, sweat and desire dampening her skin.
"If I tell you to bow down, you will. No questions asked. Do you hear me?" I curl my fingers, and she moans. "You are not the boss here. You are not in charge. You do not have a say in anything. Do you hear me?"
She starts moving her body to my fingers, and I fuck her harder, my fingers taking and taking, her tight cunt barely able to take two of my fingers.
I'd almost think she's a virgin, but the way she moves, the way she fucked her own pussy with my knife.
