Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
The claim has been made.
She’s mine.
And the symbolic granting of ownership sends us both into a frenzy, my hands yanking Cate to the very edge of the desk, her whimper of “Daddy” taking on a whole new meaning. Somehow my intuition must have known all along it was coming, it was what we needed. Her security. My dominance. Dominance that runs wild now, given free rein.
“Mine.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yours.”
I test her wetness with two fingers and find her dripping. Refusing to let a drop go to waste, I suck that sugary nectar off my fingers, then wrap a fist around my cock, guiding it between her legs. Pumping deep with a growl, I don’t pause to get used to her extreme tightness. There’s no time. And she doesn’t want to wait, either. As usual, my stepsister is a fucking wildcat, her nails digging into my ass, her hips scooting sharply to meet every single one of my thrusts, lust sparking in her eyes.
The sounds that come out of us belong in a jungle.
Two animals in heat, mating for their lives.
Grunting, straining, fucking.
I bite down on her collar, practically climbing her petite body, trying to get my cock deeper and she yanks me by the flesh of my ass, whining for harder, faster, more. The desk rocks beneath us, the feet elevating off the floor and slamming back down. Vaguely, I realize the thumping can be heard downstairs, but there is no rational thought involved when I’m inside this girl, this sweet, dirty girl who begs for my dick like it’s her last breath.
I shove my mouth up against her ear. “Who’s Daddy’s little come slut?”
An exultant sob wrenches from her mouth. “I am.”
“Who needs to be fucked constantly because she’s a horny little girl?”
Her tits bounce exquisitely in time with my reckless thrusts. “Me!”
I pound into her harder, pressure burning up and down my spine, telling me the end is close. Of course it is. She’s like a manacle around my cock, squeezing, her beauty choking me, eating me alive. I’m so fucking close and so is she, her clit swelling more and more every time I stroke against it—
The door to my office opens.
My father stands there, his face impassive as he watches me fuck my stepsister. Brutally. And I don’t stop. I can’t. I’m too close and she needs the release. The hot, desperate little noises she’s making, the quickening of her cunt, tell me the storm is about to break.
“Guests are arriving,” my father bites out.
“Get the fuck out!” I roar, bending her back over the desk and tossing her legs up over my shoulders, baring down with my hips, pinching her nipples to push her over the edge.
My father remains there for a few seconds too long, watching, but he finally leaves, the door clicking shut to mark his exit. I drag my fingers across her spiked nipples one more time, then down to the juncture of her thighs, rubbing her clit, teasing in circles until her back arches and her eyes go blind. She quakes around me, babbling my name, hips still lifting and grinding back down on my cock, insatiable, perfect. Mine.
“I fucking love you,” I rasp, letting my come erupt with a shout, watching from above as it fills her, the delicate pink flesh of her cunt milking me, accepting it into her body greedily.
Desperate to have her close as possible, I draw her up off the desk into my arms, rocking her against my chest. “I love you, too,” she whispers.
And in that moment, we’re too bonded to break.
But a fear voices itself in the back of my head, warning me of the tests ahead…
10
Cate
With the collar around my neck, I’m somehow more free than I’ve ever been.
Even while riding a tire swing barefoot or frolicking with fireflies in the wilderness.
I feel like I could leap from the top of the staircase and float down, into the entry area where guests are beginning to congregate in their finery. But I’m not nervous about how the night will unfold, like I thought I would be. There’s power flowing through me. It’s not coming from the the thin strip of leather Tristan clasped around my throat, but that leather choker is a reminder of the authority I hold. It’s a reminder of my position in the relationship with the man descending the stairs behind me. How much I’m needed. How much I need in return.
My sex is swollen between my thighs, still tingling from my stepbrother’s hostile treatment. My nipples are sensitive from his palms. I want to make a good impression tonight, so I remind myself for the tenth time that I checked myself in the mirror. Apart from my flushed cheeks, there are no outward signs of what happened in Tristan’s office. No one is the wiser.