He slips the leather jacket from my shoulders again, uncovering me to the biting chill. “Remember that Christmas when you broke your big toe?” His voice is softer now, his fingers brushing my hair aside, exposing the side of my neck.
I scoff, looking away. “You mean whenyoubroke my big toe.”
“No, bunny.Youbroke it when you kicked me.”
“Yeah, because you tore the head off my new limited-edition Barbie and fed it to the dog!” I snap, my eyes narrowing as I glare up at him.
A devilish smirk spreads across his lips, handsomely beautiful. “Damn right I fucking did.” His gaze flickers between my lips and my eyes, his tone dripping. “You sat there staring at that plastic piece of shit for hours, calling it the most beautiful thing in the world.”
His expression darkens as he leans in, his voice almost a growl. “LikefuckI’d let my little sister think anything compares to her. So, yeah. I ripped her head off, fed it to the mutt, and laughed while doing it.” His fingers comb through the back of my hair, achingly gentle. “After that, it was just you again—theonly thing that’s ever been perfect. And I’ll destroy anything that makes you forget it.Every. Fucking. Time.”
I stare into his eyes, my heart pounding, my mind racing. “Why the fuck are you telling me this, Rook?” My voice trembles, not with fear but with frustration. “You just made your feelings perfectly clear that this ends tonight.”
“I just want you to know,” he murmurs, “you were my sister before you were anything else. And I’ll always be the person you fucking need. You don’t always have to be flawless, Bunny. You don’t have to always be perfect—to be perfectto me.”
His words strike a chord, hitting somewhere deep. He knows I always strive for perfection—it’s woven into my veins, drilled into my mind for as long as I can remember. I have to choose perfection, look perfection, speak perfection. But with Rook, perfection has never mattered. He’s seen me at my worst, unashamedly. All my sharp edges and broken pieces. He’s seen how feisty I can be, how bare, how silly, how messy, and completely disorganized.
Around him, I’ve never had to keep up that façade. I’ve never had to hide. He’s the one person who’s seen the chaos inside me and held it like it was something precious, something worthy of love. Worthy of his love.
I lift my hand to his face, aiming for the small black piece of tape under his left eye that’s been bothering me all night.
“What the fuck is this?” I mutter.
Before he can react, I rip it off his face, and he hisses sharply, causing me to smirk. But my amusement fades the second I see what’s underneath. My face falls, and my hand flies to cover my open mouth.
“Rook… is that—?”
His piercing green eyes snap to mine, gauging my reaction. My fingers tremble as I reach for his face again, my thumb brushing over the small black bunny mask tattoo inked beneath his eye.
“Please tell me that’s fake,” I gasp, my voice shaky as I meet his gaze.
His throat bobs as he swallows hard, then he gives me a small, almost faint shake of his head.
“I got it just after I left. I wanted to carry a part of you with me, despite the pain.”
My thoughts whirl, emotions clashing. He has something that represents me permanently marked on his face? That’s insane. I can’t even begin to process it. It’s so strangely romantic of him.
“Don’t worry, I regretted it almost immediately,” he says, his lips twitching into a wicked smirk, teasing me.
I force a smile in return, but it feels brittle, like it might shatter if he looks too closely. As I become lost in thought, I start to think it's best we get this night over with before he shreds my heart to pieces completely. He wants me for one more measly Christmas night?
Fine. Let’s give the plague a night he’ll never forget.
Suddenly, Ebony moves, lifting herself until she’s straddling my lap frontally. Her thighs press against mine, the heat of her pussy against me unmistakable, even through the fabric. My brows pinch as she settles, her blue eyes locked on me from behind her bunny mask.
Without a word, her fingers reach to the side, plucking up a candy cane that I had hidden and while holding my gaze, she peels away the wrapper, her lips curving into a sinister grin.
“Remember when we used to fight over the last one of these?” she purrs, pressing her big tits against my chest, her soft curves testing my restraint.
I raise an expressionless eyebrow, trying to play it down. “When didn’t we fight over everything?”
Her smirk widens, teasing before her tongue darts out, slowly sliding along the length of the candy cane. She flicks over the tip before taking it into her mouth, the motion shameless and seductive as she sinks it deep to the back of her throat. I feel all my blood surge to my dick in an instant as my grip tightens on her thick thighs.
When she pulls it out with a soft, wet pop, she bites her bottom lip, her gaze shimmering with mischief.
“Maybe we can share this Christmas,” she whispers, her voice like silk, her lashes fluttering. “Or maybe...” Her eyes flicker downward as she continues, hips bucking against me, grinding her cunt over my length. “I can do the same to your cock, big brother? I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like in my mouth.”
A low growl rumbles from my chest before I grab a handful of her hair, yanking her head to the side. Her sinister grin only grows, gleaming with satisfaction as I reach down, yanking my zipper open with my free hand. My palm dips into my boxers, wrapping around my throbbing dick, pulling it free. Her eyes drop instantly, drinking in the sight, lingering on the glint of my piercing as I stroke myself downward.
