Tears stung my eyes as I listened to his words, my mind working hard to find a way out of this.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said as he leaned in close. “I want your mouth around my cock,sis. Show me how much of a slut you are for your stepbrother’s cock.”
He pushed me back to the ground and motioned to the bulge in his jeans.
It was my one and only chance. If I let him think I was submitting to him, his guard would drop, if just for a moment. Then, I could get away, run to the edge of the woods, and win this stupid game.
My fingers shook as they reached into the waistband of his jeans and unbuttoned them. I took my time with the zipper, peering up at him, glad I couldn’t see behind the mask. The last thing I wanted was to see him enjoying this.
His cock sprang free, narrowly missing my face, and I hated that my body instantly reacted to seeing it.
I couldn’t help it. My body knew what he could do, how good he could make me feel.
And I suddenly hated him more than ever.
She was beautiful on her knees, looking up at me, hands fumbling with my pants until they were around my thighs.
This was exactly what I had been waiting for—her compliance. She needed to prove to me, and herself, that this was what she wanted, no matter how insane the situation.
“Fuck you, Rowen,” she said before throwing her fist into my groin and scrambling to her feet to run off again.
My jaw locked tight, fighting the pain as I doubled over. While she didn’t hit methathard, it was still fucking painful. It was like my body was short-circuiting. Pain shot through my gut, white-hot and unrelenting. I cupped my balls, my breath caught inmy throat. No matter how hard I tried, my body refused to work with me.
Did she really think that would stop me? That I’d take this blow and let her get away just like that?
Not a fucking chance.
I was all the more determined to hear her scream and cry as I demanded total submission from her body and branded her insides with my cock.
I bit down a pained groan and took a huge breath before standing straight. My cock was still throbbing, but it wasn’t just from the pain anymore.
It needed to be buried in my stepsister’s cunt while she begged for my forgiveness.
I pulled my jeans back up, not bothering to zip them, and took off after her.
Did she forget the chase was all part of the fun?
She hadn’t made it far on account of being barefoot, so it wasn’t long before I was right behind her, close enough to reach out and grab her.
“No!’ she screamed in terror.
We were approaching the edge of the forest.
Dangerously close to her freedom.
She could feel it—the end in sight. She knew she was about to escape my dark hold, but she was so fucking wrong.
I dove for her feet, sending us both to the ground.
She was screaming and flailing, but her fight didn’t match the strength of my desire. I crawled over her, using my body to hold her down while I ripped the mask off and tossed it to the side. By the time I made it high enough for our eyes to meet, the fight had nearly left her.
“Please, Rowen…”
It was too late for her to beg, but she tried anyway, hoping I’d have mercy, hoping she could tug at my heartstrings.
But those strings were way too tangled up in her to let her go now.
“Fuck,” I groaned, licking the tears that covered her cheeks, the salty tang driving my need for her even higher. “Begging won’t get you out of this, Av. You’re mine, and by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but my little fuck toy, mindless and constantly craving my cock.”
