Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
"But Nox, I..."
"Shut up," I grunt, pulling her against me. "You're so damn distracting today." My hands wander beneath her skirt. She's not wearing panties, and I feel her wetness with my fingertips, wanting to hurt her more, needing to see her in pain. "Maybe I should punish you for asking so many questions."
"N-No..." she whispers, but I know she's just resisting for show. Unlike June, Marissa fucking loves the pain. She begs for it every day, reveling in what I give her and always asking for more.
"No?" I repeat, laughing against her shoulder as I dig my teeth into her skin. "You're saying no to me, you little slut?"
"No, I—"
"All I hear are more no’s," I hiss. "And I don't like that one bit. I think you should be more obedient for me. What do you think, Marissa? Can you be a good little girl for me?" She mewls in response, and I smack her ass as hard as I fucking can. "Answer me, you little slut. Don't you dare ignore my questions."
"Sorry!" she cries out. "I'm sorry, Nox... Please, I'll be better... I'll be good for you... You can even call me..." She giggles nervously. "You know what."
Slowly, my grimace turns into a smile. I've gotten into the habit of calling the girls I fuck little sis. It's disturbing and bothers them, most of all Marissa, who complains every time I use those two little magic words, no matter how many times I smack and punish her for it.
"Damn right I will," I mutter. "You think you can stop me? I'll call you whatever the hell I want to fucking call you, slut."
I pull her onto my lap on the sectional sofa in the living room of the island mansion. She trembles in my arms, reminding me faintly of my stepsister, who was always so scared of me. She was right to be frightened. All I ever wanted was to fucking hurt her, but my damn brother got in the way every single time. But it won't be like that this time. No, this time I'm fucking ready to rip away everything my little sis holds dear and near to her heart.
Kade and June made me who I am. They made me a sick, twisted monster. They planted this obsession in my head, and now it's time they paid for all their crimes against me. I won't stop until I've gotten rid of my twin and claimed June as my own—whatever it fucking takes.
I think about June as I kiss Marissa roughly, stealing kisses from her soft lips. She doesn't resist like June would, though, and it's killing my fucking boner. She seems to notice and decides to take matters into her own hands, grinding on my lap until my cock gets hard again. I groan, burying my hands in her hair. I rarely hold back with Marissa. There's no point, not when she wants this as much as she fucking does. But today, I might have to. Because I'm afraid if I don't, I might just fucking kill her.
My teeth leave bloody marks on her pale skin. I scratch her. Bite her. Smack her. Slap her. I'm finding it increasingly harder to hold back. All I want is to hurt something beautiful. And she's the most perfect, most willing victim around. Nobody could blame me for putting my mark on Marissa's body. Not when she's begging for it the whole time.
"Take my cock out," I grunt at her, and she obliges, rescuing my dick from its prison and lifting her dress, positioning her tight little cunt over my cockhead. "Just like that, good fucking girl. Now ride me."
I'm feeling too lazy to do any of the work myself, and I grunt with satisfaction as my toy obeys, riding my cock until she's close to bursting with an orgasm I won't let her have. I fucking love denying her. There's nothing like a beautiful, whimpering woman who isn't allowed the release she so desperately craves.
"It would make everything so much better, wouldn't it?" I whisper in Marissa's ear. "If you could come right now, you'd feel so much relief... So much tension would be gone from this sexy little body of yours, little sis." She blushes when I use the words she hates so much, but she doesn't fight me on them because she is too turned on to argue. "Too bad you can't fucking have it."
"P-Please," she begs pathetically as she brings herself closer and closer on the tip of my cock. "Oh my God, please, let me have it..."
"No." I smirk. "Just ride me and shut the fuck up, little sis."
34
June
After a long day of making love and exploring the island, we decide to make dinner for ourselves. Kade and I have a housemaid at home who prepares most of our meals, plus we eat out a lot, so actually preparing something from scratch is a little strange for us. But seeing the fridge and pantry stocked with so much amazing food, I can't help but feel inspired by the local produce. I even end up picking some fruit and vegetables from the garden in the back.