The sudden intrusion of his gloved fingers moving over my pussy has me gasping, my thighs clenching instinctively, but he doesn’t relent. He shoves them inside my hole with one hard, brutal plunge. I scream, my eyes snapping wide open, my back arching, but he only drives him further, opening me up. The leather fabric rams into me relentlessly and repeatedly, fucking me hard, each thrust a cruel reminder of how helpless I am.
His hand slides from my throat to my mouth, muffling my cries, the leather of his glove pressing against my lips. He fingerbangs me hard, the violent stretch forcing my body todouble cross me. My climax builds fast, too fast, but just as I near the edge, he tears his fingers away in a single cruel motion. My body aches, throbbing with need, trembling from the sudden, hollow ache he’s left behind.
I hear it before I feel it: the metallic clink of his belt unbuckling, the sound loud in the frigid air. He works quickly, hungrily, his breath heavy in my ear, every exhale filled with urgency. When he reaches into his boxers, freeing himself, the cold doesn’t seem to bother him—it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating off his body, the way he presses the pierced tip of his cock against my entrance.
“Sink that perfect cunt onto me,” he growls, his voice thick with need.
I don’t refuse. I never fucking do when it comes to Rook. My body responds before my mind can resist, and I begin to take him in. Inch by inch, it feels too much after so long, his piercing scraping along my walls, but I keep going, my nails digging into his arm for balance.
With a savage motion, he grabs the hem of my dress, yanking it up and bunching it at my waist before pulling the neckline down hard enough to tear. My breasts bounce free, bare to the icy air as my brows knit together, fighting to take him deeper.
When I’m fully seated, my pussy completely fullof his thick dick, the sensation sends a violent shudder through me. Rook doesn’t wait any longer. He grabs my breast roughly, his thumb grazing over my nipple as he squeezes hard enough to bruise, and the pain sends a rush of something dark and wicked coursing through me.
My hips begin to move, sliding up his length, leaving a trail of wetness in my wake until I feel the edge of him, then plunge back down.
I moan loudly, my voice a broken, desperate sound as I take him again and again, each thrust erasing the world around me, addicted to the feel of him. It doesn’t matter that I could be getting frostbite, or that I’m riding my big brother’s cock in the snowy woods on Christmas Eve. All that matters is the way he fills me, the way he consumes me, the way I keep coming back for more.
As my thrusts grow aggressive, my pussy slamming down on him with desperate rhythm, Rook suddenly shoves me forward, the motion so forceful I nearly fall face-first into the snow. My hands sink into the icy ground to steady myself, his cane casting flickering light over my body from underneath and my tits dangle freely, swaying with every panting breath.
He positions himself behind me, his grip on my waist like iron as he yanks me backward, arching my spine to his liking. When he eases his pants further down, I know there will be no mercy—only more length of his big dick and more of his pent-up hunger.
He doesn’t wait. There’s no hesitation, no compassion as I thought. He drags his cock back, before slamming it back inside me with such force that I cry out. His feral snarl reverberates through the forest at the same time as my shameful scream.
The pounding is ruthless, each drive deeper, harder, tearing into the core of me. My body trembles, every part of me pushed to my limit as he claims me again and again. My tits jump wildly from the power, my nipples grazing over the snow as if it’s a reminder of the icy world outside the molten chaos we’recreating. The heat between us burns hotter, wetter—I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
“Rook!” I scream, hoping to slow his pace, but he simply reaches over, his hand tangling in my hair with a savage yank that snaps my head back. I yelp but my pain only fuels his pleasure.
“Stay the fuck still and take it,” he scowls, his other hand pressing firmly on the middle of my back, bending me further, locking me in place as he smashes his cock into me with a vicious purpose. It’s almost unbearable, but my body seems to give itself over completely.
My legs shake violently with the strain, while my freezing fingers dig into the snow, curling into tight fists. Not able to hold any longer, my body explodes, shattering into a million pieces. Ecstasy crashes through me, and a cry tears from my throat.
Even as I spasm uncontrollably, my pussy clenching tight around his cock, Rook doesn’t slow down. No, he pushes through my intense orgasm, his rhythm sending me spiraling into another world entirely.
My vision blurs, the edges warping as the overstimulation devours me. The ground feels unsteady, the woods whirling, and I’m on the verge of collapse. But then, I feel it.
He presses deep, burying himself completely, and his cock swells, widening me further as a flood of heat surges inside me. His thick cum fills me, each hot pump pushing me closer to the periphery of a blackout.
A low, guttural growl escapes him, his body swaying from the force of release. His grip loosens suddenly, his fingersuntangling from my hair, and I fall forward, tumbling into the ground, exhausted.
His cock slides out of my battered, cum-filled pussy, leaving me open and sore. I lie there, chest heaving, the snow beneath me melting. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel his green orbs observing, probably satisfied with the way he just ruined me. I hear his zipper pull up and then the fastening of his belt. Just when I think he's done with me and will take me home now, he does the opposite.
He stands, looming over me and sneaks his arm around the middle of my body. With little effort, he lifts my deadweight and slings me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing to him.
As he walks with me, my daze eyes open, and all I see is my long-wet hair swaying, his boots crunching over the snow and his lit-up cane. His arm strengthens around the back of my thighs for a second before his hand takes full advantage of the moment, grabbing my bare ass cheek before he delivers a sharp smack. I squeak, my body jerking, and he chuckles lowly.
Just when I’m about to ask him where the hell he’s taking me, I lift my head. I glance around, noticing it’s just woodland, no car in sight, not road and I’m confused, but my confusion is short lived as I suddenly hear metal doors opening.
He climbs inside the vehicle, and I am lowered onto what appears to be fur. As I look up, I see him hovering over me, the plague mask still intact, but it’s what's behind him that catches my attention. Christmas lights twinkle against chains on the ceiling of what appears to be a transit van, a simple mistletoe hanging in the middle. My brows pinch as I start to look around frantically. Tinted windows, fur blankets beneath me, a turned off heater.
“What the fuck, Rook?” I gasp, as I meet his black, hollowed eyes. “What is this?”
His head tilts slightly, the motion almost mocking. “It’s where we’ll be spending the night,” he responds, his voice calm but strange through the mask. “Together.”
He glances around, admiring his work like a disturbed artist admiring his masterpiece and his next words drip with menace. “Within the cold walls of this metal shell, bunny, there will be no silent night tonight—only an unholy night.”
My chest tightens, my breath quickening as I shake my head, trying to reason with him. “But Dad, he’ll—”
His warning growl slices through my protest as his eyes flash to mine. “Here we fucking go,” he sneers, his tone drenched in scorn. “Ebony has the rare opportunity to spend Christmas alone with her brother, and she’s too wrapped up in daddy’s chains to be a woman and make her own fucking decisions.”
