“Fine. I’ll indulge your lies… for your sake,” I teased, and she huffed at me. “But youaregoing to play my game. You’re going to run back into those woods, Avery, and when we come out, nothing will be the same.” Her brows scrunched. “If you get away, out the other side near the highway, I’ll let you go.”
She looked away, and I watched her process my words, letting it hit her that there was a way out—ifshe truly wanted it. After a few seconds, I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at me again.
“But if I catch you…” I trailed off with an animalistic groan. “God, Avery,whenI fucking catch you… I won’t let you go. Ever. I will do whatever I wish while we are out there. I will fuck you harder than I have ever fucked you. And when we come back, you will be mine, like it or not.”
“Row—”
“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to her lips then dragged it down her chin to her neck and pushed my palm against her. “You. Will. Be.Mine. Is that understood?”
“Sto—”
I squeezed her throat, cutting her off, making her gasp for breath as her eyes widened with panic.
“Is that understood?”
Still struggling to draw breath, she nodded, accepting she had no choice but to yield to me, to play my game, come what may. I rewarded my good little stepsister by letting her breathe.
“Good. Now that we understand what’s going to happen, you have sixty seconds to take off your clothes and crawl out my window.” I leaned in, our noses nearly touching. “Time to run, little sis.”
“I’m not—”
“One.”
She recoiled. “Stop th—”
“Two,” I said, more warning in my tone.
I pushed back from the wall, releasing her, but she still didn’t move.
“I won’t—”
“Three.” I cocked an eyebrow at her, starting to wonder if she wasn’t going to run. “Four.”
Her expression fell the moment it hit her—my ‘game’ was real, and she had a choice to make.
“Five,” I continued.
She quickly pushed her pants to the floor, followed by her underwear, trying to hunch over and turn sideways to keep her body covered as she revealed herself.
“Six.”
Her shirt and bra were next.
“Seven.”
She left her pile of clothes behind and raced to the window, shoving it up with ease.
I must’ve loosened it when she caught me.
“Eight.”
She was halfway out, straddling the windowsill.
“Nine.”
A yelp left her as she landed on the ground barefoot.
“Ten.”
