“No!” I croak, pushing past my restricted airway as he continues fucking me. “No! Stop!”
This time, his chuckle is downright menacing as he rams his dick inside me like he’s trying to stab me with the damn thing. “Don’t pretend you don’t love my dick inside you, slutty little sis. You’re so wet I’m practically drowning. Your hungry cunt is hugging my cock so hard it’s almost suffocating it.”
“I thought you were Jase!” I scream, clawing at Ares’s arm as his fingers squeeze my neck.
“No, you didn’t. Deep down, you knew it was me.”
I don’t dignify that with a response because I’m terrified he speaks the truth. “Get off!” I yell, my voice raspy and strained. “Get the fuck away from me!” I try to pull off his dick, but it’s impossible at this angle. His hand locks on to my hip, holding me in place as he continues driving his monster cock into my slick channel. Angry tears prick my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I won’t give my despicable stepbrother the satisfaction. Not when he's already reveling in my bodily reactions. I hate how I’m still reacting to him, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying out in pleasure.
“Stop lying to yourself. You’re fucking loving this, and Jase doesn’t want you. He used you up and tossed you aside when you passed your sell-by date,” Ares cruelly replies. “I saw him in the hallway on my way to your room. He was balls deep in his fiancée, and she was screaming his name as she exploded all over his dick.”
His words dig deep, carving new scars in my heart. “I hate you,” I rasp, the words squeezing out of my narrowed airway.
“Now, now, dollface, let’s stop with all the lies.”
He thrusts deep inside me, and I almost come again. Biting down hard on my lip, I trap my moans because I’d rather choke on my tongue than let him know how much I’m enjoying this.
“You might think you hate me, but your greedy cunt says otherwise,” he taunts.
“My body is responding the way it would to any dick inside me,” I lie. “But I don’t want this. I don’t want you. I want you to stop. If you don’t, I’ll scream.”
“Go for it.” He bites my ear, and a choked scream tears from my throat. “There’s no one up here to rescue you, and no one downstairs will hear over the music.”
In a lightning-fast move, I’m flipped onto my back as he straddles my thighs. The instant his hand releases my throat, I suck in greedy lungsful of air, and then I lunge for him, reaching to slap him, but he’s quick, restraining my wrists in one of his meaty hands. He tut-tuts. “Always so eager for violence.”
“Only when it comes to you,” I bark.
It’s embarrassing how easily he restrains me with his powerful thighs and one firm hand. His free hand reaches behind him to his jeans, which are pooled halfway down his legs, and he yanks his belt free. I buck and writhe underneath him, but it’s pointless because he’s got at least eighty pounds on me, and he’s fueled by months of pent-up aggression when it comes to me. Hooking his belt around the top of my bedframe, he loops it around my wrists, securing it tightly.
My back arches off the bed as my arms stretch over my head, and I try to buck him off, but it’s useless. My legs are still restrained at the knees by my panties, and he's too heavy. He barely even moves as I work up a sweat trying to get him away from me.
“Chad!” I roar, ignoring the soreness in my neck as I scream for my boyfriend, hoping he’ll miraculously show up and save me.
Ares chuckles as he slides down my body and climbs off the bed. “Are you sure you want your boyfriend to come up here? I doubt he’ll be sympathetic when he hears what we’ve been up to and how incredible you think my dick is.” He puts his smug face all up in mine as I wrestle with the belt securing my wrists to the headboard.
“You’re going to pay for this, asshole,” I snap before I resume screaming for help.
In an unexpected move, Ares rips my panties from my legs and stuffs them in my mouth, grinning like the maniac he is as my muffled shouts go nowhere. Anger churns in my gut, and I react on instinct. Swinging my leg to the side, I shove my foot into his upper thigh, narrowly missing my intended target. Ares falls back a little, chuckling with amusement as a scowl spreads across my face. A growl forms at the back of my throat as I wriggle on the bed, pleased when my movements cause my dress to lower, hiding my bare pussy. I’m sweating from all the exertion involved in trying to get free, and strands of my hair are plastered to my face.
Adrenaline courses through my veins as I watch Ares kick off his boots, jeans, and boxers before whipping his shirt over his head in a typical one-armed guy move. He is completely naked, standing before me like a resurrected Greek god, teasingly stroking his dick and licking his lips. He hovers over me like a looming dark threat, a salacious smug grin curling the corners of his lush mouth.
Desire coils low in my belly, and my pussy throbs with raw need. Heat flares in my cheeks as my body reacts to the jerk, and I fucking hate it.
I hate I’m so attracted to him.
Why isn’t there a pill I can pop to cure this disease?
Purposely, I jerk my head to the side, not wanting him to see me ogling his naked body.
Ares has spent months parading around the house naked and semi-naked, in a deliberate move to piss me and Chad off, and I know what I’ll see if I let my eyes linger—a body carved straight from my fantasies. Powerful thighs. Chiseled abs. Broad chest. Rippling biceps. V-shaped indents at his hips. A monster cock with impressive piercings laddering the underside of his shaft.
Ares is not shy about whipping his dick out any chance he gets. It’s where my new obsession with metal has come from. He’s not shy about any part of his body, and who could blame him? He’s all sharp lines, hard edges, and rock-solid muscle—a testament to hours of daily dedication in the gym.
But it doesn’t matter how hot his body is. He’s a crazy motherfucker with a giant chip on his shoulder. Chad hates him, for obvious reasons, and the feeling is mutual.
“Fuck the hell off,” I shout when he climbs back on the bed, aiming for me. My words are muffled behind my gag, but he doesn’t need to hear it to know what I’ve said.
“Nah,” he replies, stroking his monster dick. “I’m just getting started.” His grin is downright evil as he pushes my dress up to my waist, parts my thighs, and spreads them wide. I fight him, trying to close my legs, but he tightens his grip on my inner thighs and forces them wider.
