“You’re coming all over your big brother’s cock,” he rasps wickedly. “Good fucking girl.”
I shout my release, tossing my head back on his chest as everything explodes and my pussy grips him tightly. The overstimulation of not being able to move is almost too much as I writhe and my thighs quake. Kaden’s movements become sloppy and unfocused before he groans, the sound elongated and wrecked as heat fills me. He buries himself to the hilt, and I feel the pulsing and jumping of his cock inside of me.
Warmth trickles around my stuffed pussy, dripping down my ass. It’s erotic and branding.
“Fuck,” My husband breathes into my hair. “I think I have a breeding kink.”
I’m turning his words over as I come back to my senses. “W-what’s that?”
His chest rumbles as he nips at the shell of my ear. “I love making you drip with me, Melody. I want to see it.”
He untangles my limbs as a dulled soreness begins in the crook of my thighs. He moves me over to the edge of the bed, using a hand between my shoulders to shove me down as I bend forward, and my ass is presented to him. My feet touch the floor, and I shift under his burning gaze as it sears into my backside.
His other hand opens me to him as he uses a thumb to pull my folds to the side. He’s so close that I can feel his breath skating over our mess of juices as my cheek presses into the bed. His finger slides through it, smearing everything as I gasp at the intrusion.
“Has anyone ever eaten your ass, little sister?” He asks low, turning my insides to liquid fire.
I swallow, my voice escaping in a whisper. “No.”
He hums before shoving two fingers inside my pussy and stretching me. There is no warning as his tongue lavishes my ass. He dips past the tight ring, making a fucking motion with his tongue as my eyes round and a breathless sound passes my lips. His fingers are pumping lazily in and out of me, creating a tantalizing double sensation that has my eyes rolling back into my head.
No one has ever done this to me.
It feels…amazing.
Kaden’s hand spreads my ass further as he dives in with a hungry mouth. He isn’t shy as he devours me from the back, and it makes me realize just how much I was missing out on before.
He slaps my backside hard, making my teeth grit at the pain as he draws back. “One day, I’m going to fuck your perfect ass and stretch it to fit me.”
I pause, my lips moving as I try to find the words. “No one has ever…”
I sound nervous to my own ears.
“Don’t fucking tell me that,” Kaden growls as he rises above me and pulls his fingers from me. He snatches my hair, tugging my head back as he looms over me. “Knowing I’ll be the first makes me want to do it even more. I’ll ruin you so deeply you won’t be able to tell where I end and you begin, little sister.”
Our whole scene brings out the part of me that enjoys his possessiveness. I glance over my shoulder at him innocently, my lashes fluttering. “Then do it, big brother.”
His lips crash over mine, stealing a rough, consuming kiss that almost makes me forget about my plan of revenge altogether. Kaden is conniving that way. Whatever power he possesses, he wields it like a sharp blade, making anyone who questions him forget why they even bothered.
But I’m not anyone.
When he finally releases me, my eyelids droop into an unimpressed expression. “Can you uncuff me now?”
His jaw flexes at my indifference. “I think I like you cuffed. Maybe we can have a lovely dinner together with you fucking chained at my feet. I’ll toss you some scraps.”
I bring my saliva forward, spitting it at him and watching with satisfaction as it sprays across his mouth. His eyes close before he uses a thumb to push my act of vengeanceinto his mouth in a lewd display. He hums at the taste of me before his eyes open, and his head tilts.
“Handcuffs it is.”
Chapter sixty-five
Melody
Hewasn’tfuckingjoking.
I’m still butt-naked, my knees tucked under me, arms sore from being bound behind my back. Kaden sits at the table, two plates in front of him piled with seared steak, sweet potato, and broccoli. He slices into one of the steaks and lifts a rare, pink bite to his mouth. My lip curls as he eats heartily.
The worst part of all of this isn’t even the fact that he’s fully dressed now with jeans covering his legs and a black t-shirt stretched over his chest. It’s the literal fucking metal chain that connects from my collar to the leg of his chair, holding me in place at his feet.
