I rammed into her again, and her back bowed as another cry ripped from her throat. Her body shook like it couldn’t take any more.
“Tell me who you belong to, little sis,” I growled at her, watching her face twist in pain, though her mouth spent half the time gasping and moaning.
She shook her head, eyes closed.
So, I fucked her harder, deeper, all while pressing my fingers against her clit, blurring the line of pleasure and pain. She was helpless as I used her exactly how she needed to be used.
I let go of her leg and leaned over her—a new angle. “Mine.”
It was unlike any pain I’d ever felt before.
But he didn’t care.
Rowen fucked my ass anyway, making me scream,relishingthe way I broke for him.
Just as I always did.
His brutality made me want to beg for mercy, but the way he pressed his thumb against my clit as he sank a few fingers inside my pussy had my toes curling.
I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this.
I hated Rowen for everything he did.
Hated how my body clenched around him.
Hated the way my thighs shook with need.
Tears blurred my vision. My hands moved wildly, confused about what they were supposed to be doing. My body was stretched and filled to the point of tearing open. The burn of his cock in my ass was unbearable.
But I was wet anyway.
“Fucking say it,” he snarled.
I choked on a sob, internally screaming at my body, begging it not to give my stepbrother the satisfaction of taking what he wanted.
But then, his fingers stopped strumming my clit, and the meld of pain and pleasure was overrun with agony.
My lips trembled. “I’m yours! I’m yours! Please! I’m yours!”
He shoved his fingers back inside, curling to hit the perfect fucking spot, conquering me once and for all.
As I squeezed his cock and fingers, screaming and crying, he whispered in my ear. “The only way you’ll ever escape me is if you stab my fucking heart, Av. And even then, you'd better make sure it stops beating before you walk away, because there’s not a damn thing that would keep me from you as long as I’m alive.”
I could’ve begged for his forgiveness. I could’ve avoided this entire thing had I never left in the first place.
But I made him chase me.
He slammed into me one last time and held steady, leaving me full, stuffed, and overwhelmed.
And I broke.
I was tired of pretending I didn’t want him, like I wasn’t wired to crawl back to him, like I hadn’t fallen madly in love with him.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, barely audible. I looked up to see his face soften—barely, just enough to show me he heard it.
Rowen eased himself out of me, but the burn remained, a cruel echo of what he did. My body trembled, muscles spent, lips parted with shallow gasps. I blinked away tears, trying to ignore the way pain pulsed between my legs with my heartbeat.
I couldn’t move. Not yet. Maybe not for a while.
