My body trembled as he rubbed his hands all over my ass and thighs, taking his time to explore.
It didn’t matter that I fought him. I’d still ended up in the same position. Rowen always got what he wanted.
My skin was crawling with anticipation. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I was sure it would burst at any moment. It drove me crazy, being totally exposed, knowing his eyes were on me.
Was he admiring the view? Thinking about what he was going to do to me?
I started to sit up, but his hand came down hard and fast on my ass, leaving behind a red-hot sting and making me yelp with pain.
“You stay right there until I’m ready to fuck your needy little pussy.”
My spine shivered at his filthy words despite my mind still trying to convince me I hated it, that I was disgusted it was him behind me. They crept inside, somehow finding every dark corner in my mind, shedding light on my twisted urges.
I started to rise again, but this time, he knelt behind me and rubbed his cock over my ass, digging his hands into the flesh of my hips, holding me firmly in place. He groaned, as though that alone was enough to drive him to the edge.
“I hate you. Let me go home, Rowen,” I tried again, but even I heard the way lust made my plea sound half-hearted, like my brain couldn’t be bothered to override my body’s desires.
“Brace yourself,” he warned before lining himself up with my pussy and driving his hips forward.
I screamed into the dirt, choking on it as I inhaled. He pulled out and slammed back in again, shoving my face into the ground, filling it with more dirt, making me choke even more.
Rowen didn’t care.
He drove into me repeatedly, his own sounds mixing with mine, creating an animalistic harmony that filled the forest. My nails scraped at the dirt, toes curling like they had a mind of their own.
I hated him. I really did. I hated the way he’d wrecked my life, the way he acted like he belonged here, the way he’d tricked me.
But my body?
She didn’t care. She opened up for him despite every attempt I made to keep him out, loving the way he stretched and filled me with each punishing thrust.
“Such a good little slut for the brother you claim to hate,” he gloated, his voice dark with triumph.
“I do hate you,” I bit back, but my voice broke, making me sound wrecked and needy. “I fucking hate you so much.”
He just laughed at me, the sound low and cruel, and slammed his hips harder.
Fuck!
I was close. My body was betraying me. Flutters filled my lower stomach, and my innermost thoughts begged him for more.
Deep down, I knew I was going to come on his cock. Even though I knew who he was—the stepbrother who wrecked my life, who I’d vowed to hate for an eternity—he was also the man who ruined me in unspeakable ways and who now owned my body like he had the fucking deed.
“I can feel you clenching,” he taunted. “Are you going to come on your stepbrother's cock like a little sister?”
“Stop calling me that!” I screamed and bucked against him.
The move was meant to create distance so I could get away, but instead, it sent me crashing into an orgasm. Heat flooded my body, and stars appeared behind my eyelids.
“Good girl,” he praised with a growl. “Just like that, Av. Come on my cock.” He laced his fingers in my hair and tuggedme back up onto my hands, forcing my back to bend, giving him a new, deep angle to destroy me with. “You don’t want to want me, do you? But that desperate little cunt of yours doesn’t lie. You came all over my cock just like you were supposed to. Hate me all you want, sis, but you can’t deny what happened here. You can act like this means nothing, but I can feel the way your pussy grips me like it doesn’t want to let me go.”
He didn’t pull out, didn’t even slow down. If anything, he started fucking me harder. “I’m not finished with you yet.” His hand slipped around my side until he was pinching and pulling at my dangling breasts. “I’m nowhere near done. You’ll come again and again until that hate for me is gone.” My body shuddered. “You can keep pretending you don’t want this, don’t love this, but we both know the truth.” He paused to groan. “If you fight me, I’ll fuck you harder. If you say you hate me, I’ll make you scream my name. One way or another, you will accept this. Your body already is.”
He was right—it was humiliating how well he knew me. Tears fell down my cheeks as he fucked me into another orgasm, one so intense, I could have sworn I had an out-of-body experience for a second.
My body was still shaking when he pulled out. I fell to the ground, unable to hold myself up.
He flipped me onto my back, holding my thighs open. I tried to look away, but he grabbed my cheeks and forced me to face him.When I closed my eyes, he slapped my inner thigh, and when I refused to open them, he slapped my pussy instead.
