Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
After that fateful night, I had sworn to myself I would never see Delilah as anything but my little sister ever again. But seeing her beautiful body put on display like that stirred me—I could feel my cock getting almost painfully hard as I drank her in.
My body’s reaction to her made me absolutely furious.
“Come here!” I snapped at her and took off my suit jacket. I draped it over her naked shoulders, and wrapped it around the front of her. Though I was so much bigger than her, it was still too tight to completely cover her large, bare breasts.
Then I grabbed her by the arm again and began towing her out of the room.
“Wait! Where are you taking me? Cole, what are you doing?” She exclaimed, trying to fight me. “Stop it—my set isn’t over yet!”
“Oh, it’s over.” I stopped long enough to swing her up into my arms. It was easier to transport her that way. “Your entire stripping career is over,” I told her. “Because you’re never, ever doing that again!”
I carried her, kicking and protesting, right out the front door of the place. I got some wide-eyed stares from some of the other patrons and strippers but the bouncer only nodded at me as I carried my little sister through the front door and shoved her into the back of the Escalade.
“Punch it,” I told Kurt, as soon as we were both inside and I had one arm firmly around Delilah’s waist to keep her from trying to escape.
“Uh, sure boss.” The car was already in motion and he dared to meet my eyes in the rearview mirror. “Where to?”
“We’re going back to Delilah’s place,” I said, knowing I couldn’t trust myself to have her in my home. “She’s going to be under house arrest for a good long time while she thinks about what she’s done.”
“What? You can’t do that to me, Cole!” My little sister protested furiously. “I have places I have to go! What about my classes?”
“What about them?” I said flatly. “You lost your privilege to go out when you decided to misuse it by taking off your clothes in front of fucking strangers!”
She started to protest again, but I gave her such a baleful glare that she went pale and shut up. Sinking down into my suit jacket, she cast me a look that was half sullen/half frightened and was silent the rest of the way back to her place.
Not that her silence cooled my anger.
In fact, the longer I considered the situation, the angrier I got. I had excused her behavior last year because I could tell she was innocent and just beginning to know her own body sexually. Now I wondered how innocent she was—and how many other males had known her body.
I didn’t even want to think of that, but I couldn’t help it. The image of the drunk asshole pulling off her panties and trying to pry his way between her thighs just wouldn’t leave my head.
By the time we got back to her apartment, I was boiling.
“Wait here—we’ll be awhile,” I told Kurt tersely as he pulled up in front of the townhouse I’d bought my little sister. It was an end unit and her closest neighbor was almost always in New York, so I knew we’d have enough privacy for what I intended to do.
I grabbed Delilah by the arm again and hauled her—none too gently—out of the Escalade.
“Hey, not so rough!” She protested, looking up at me as she hobbled on the high heeled boots. Even with them on, she was no match for my height and she’d never been a match for my strength. I was going to give her a punishment she wouldn’t soon forget. But first I had to get her dressed—I couldn’t trust myself when she was so naked and tempting.
“Get the door open and get inside,” I ordered her. Delilah tried to key the code into the door lock, but her fingers were trembling. I brushed her hand aside and did it myself. Yes, I knew her code. I bought the fucking place and I kept tabs on her—though clearly I hadn’t been watching her closely enough or she never would have gotten up to her latest misadventure.
She stumbled inside, nearly going to her knees as she tripped over the stripper boots again. I yanked her upright, saving her from a nasty fall and slammed the door shut behind us. Then I turned her to face me.
“Get upstairs and change into something decent,” I told her, biting out each word through gritted teeth. “Then get back down here—we’re going to talk.”
We were going to do a hell of a lot more than talk and I think she knew that—I could tell by the fear in her eyes. But once again, she chose to be defiant. She lifted her chin and glared. Then she stripped off my suit coat and threw it on the floor, as though daring me to punish her. Stark naked, she turned and marched up the stairs to her bedroom, her full ass jiggling with every step.