“I’m okay, Cind!” she shouts, her voice high-pitched as she yanks her dress down, smoothing the fabric with her hands.
Her wide eyes flick to mine, then, with a hasty breath, she blurts out, “I don’t suppose you have any pads here?”
I smirk slightly, enjoying every second of her discomfort and glance at the door again.
“I might. Let me check!”
I hear the sharp click of my mom’s heels retreating, fading into the distance, and I turn to face Eb. She’s standing in front of the mirror now, her eyes cold and distant as she smooths down her clothes, restoring herself to the image of what she believes is perfection. But there’s nothing perfect in the air between us.
I move behind her, my presence a reminder of how filthy with sin she really is. I’m an unremovable fucking stain. Always will be.
“You were so much more flawless when you were a fucking mess for me,” I murmur, grazing against the shell of her ear. “You come like a fucking demon but taste like an angel, little sister.”
She rolls her eyes, the only defence left in her, before shaking her head and turning to meet my gaze.
“This has to stop. We both know it,” she whispers, a thread of hesitation in her voice, but I know her too well.
“You weren’t saying that a fucking second ago,” I counter, “when I had my tongue buried inside your cunt, while I wrecked your ass with a Christmas tree ornament."
Her eyes widen, her cheeks burning red, but I close the space between us in a single stride until my lips glide over hers as she tips her head back, my breath hot.
“You can pretend all you want, act like a prim, proper fucking princess for everyone else, Eb. But for me? I know you. The real you. The dirty you. You’ll always be that little slut—greedy, desperate, wanting nothing more than to be filled by your big brother’s cock.”
Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes showing she’s caught somewhere between defiance and something darker, something she can’t deny.
“You’ll never fucking escape this. You’ll never escape me. And this Christmas? You’ll see exactly how far I’ll go…” My teeth sink together, the words biting from my mouth, “To. Destroy. You.”
She breathes heavily, her eyes scanning mine before slanting them and I continue.
“Let’s see how you like to be used,” I exhale, and her brows pinch slightly.
“Used?” she repeats, her whisper sharp but wavering. “You fucked me once… When is it ever enough for you, Rook? You got what you wanted. You can’t just walk back into my life and demand—”
“Did I?” I cut her off, lifting a brow. “If I remember correctly, I broke you in. I gave you more orgasms than you could count in mere minutes. But did Iclaimyou? No. I never got to fill you with my fucking cum.” My voice dips, turning cruel. “I was dragged out of your tight pussy before I could even take what was mine.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, her expression hardening. “And whose fault was that?” she bites back, her eyes warning me. “You told me to be quiet, and I did, despite the pain. I stayed silent until you couldn’t help yourself—until you fucked me so violently, I thought you were giving me organ damage.”
The memory slams into me like a wrecking ball, vivid, scorching, every sinful detail replaying in my head like a sensual masterpiece. I can’t hold back the growl rumbling from my chest, my dick tingling with that same overwhelming sensation when I think about it. The best night of my fucking life, and it was taken away too soon.
“That was nothing,” I snarl, a wicked grin tugging at my lips, my voice thick with malice. “Nothing compared to what I want to do to you now.” I lean closer and her body stiffens. “I’m not the boy I was back then. I’m a fucking man now. You thought I was rough then? I’m now a man with a seriously fucked-up imagination. And judging by the way you just handled thatChristmas horn thing—oh, little sister, you’re not the sweet, innocent girl I once knew either. You’re a fucking anal slut.”
Her eyes flash with disobedience, her chin lifting in a desperate show of control as she crosses her arms tightly over her chest, so I press closer to deliver the final blow.
“Daddy will never know his perfect daughter likes to screw her ass with a big, pink dildo and has learned how to squirt when she climax’s.” My whisper is lethal, a dark secret drawn into the light.
Her defiance shatters in an instant. Her face falls, her blue eyes widening in disbelief as realization sinks in—I’ve been fucking watching. I’ve been stalking her, scrutinising her every dirty secret, peeling back the faultless mask she hides behind.
“You always get your laptop so fucking wet, Eb. Sometimes I wonder how the fuck it survives with all that come you spray over it.”
She blinks at me, blankly, like her mind is struggling to process my sickening words, then, with sneer, I murmur, “What’s that Christmas song? You know the one…” I pause before my voice drops as I sing darkly, “I watch you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad or good… so be good, for goodness’ sake.”
“You sick fuck,” she seethes, and her fury is intoxicating, but the way her voice trembles with shame and humiliation is even better. This is us, who we used to be, and I relish the back-and-forth bullshit.
I grin, biting my pierced bottom lip as my eyes move down her body, a sweep that leaves no part of her untouched by my hungry gaze. When I look at her again, I see it—fright, anger, arousal—a cocktail of emotions she can’t hold.
“Only for you, sis,” I murmur as I throw in a wink. “But please don’t ever be a fucking good for me. I like it when you’re a bad girl. My naughty list… Fuck, it’s only growing longer for you, bunny. Your name is printed all fucking over it. Tell me.” I add, my voice a seductive, dark whisper edged with menace. “When are you’re going to sit on my knee… I mean, cock.”
Her eyes squint, her jaw tightening, and for a second, I see the spark of the girl I used to know—my sister—who would never back down from a challenge when we were alone, who always rose to my annoying taunts like they were a goad she couldn’t refuse.
