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His eyes glimmer at my enthusiastic response. Darkness settles over them a second later.

My teeth lock with fear, breasts are swollen with lust.

“Before that, as in right this fucking minute, you’ll go to the bathroom.” Our breakfast date is officially postponed. Kaleb is in the mood, and I’m greedy for every ounce of his depravity. “Shave your legs. Your pretty pussy. Wait for me there. We’re going to play out our fantasy.” His hands slide beneath my hoodie. The pads of his fingers stroke and sear me. His touch is confident. Sensual. “Go on. Stop wasting my time, little sister.”

The underlying threat has my heart swooping. Galloping.

Once he places me on the floor, his hand points in the direction of the bedroom.

I shiver. I crave him.

I run.

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My cock tents my sweats. The need for her claws at my sanity.

The moments of me being sweet and caring are gone.

Blown in the wind.

Poof.

She has no idea. No fucking clue what I’m about to do to her.

She thinks she does. Before she left for the bathroom, I saw a glimmer in her eyes. A little fear. A lotof excitement.

Well, then.

I count down the seconds. Listen to her clothes dropping to the floor and the sound of her ripping the razor pack.

She expects role play. Thinks I’ll reenact the scene I laid out for her in the clinic play-by-play.

Voyeurism. Some gentle, consensual forcing. Pleasure, mainly.

Something that many would consider sweet.

As much as I love her, I can’t be sweet for too long. Can’t be anyone else but myself.

I’ll spend the rest of my life protecting her. Worshiping her. Owning her. I’m never letting go.

But being sweet isn’t on the table. I won’t ever eat her out without biting her. Won’t fuck her without leaving marks on her body. I’ll always get off on her fear, her pain, her tears.

Her breasts have bruises on them in the shape of my teeth. Her neck is black and blue from sucking on it so fucking hard.

The scar on her shoulder, let’s just say the mangled skin is a shade or two darker now, thanks to me. I made sure of that.

Watching her shave and jacking off under the bed will be the starting point.

After that, I’ll hurt her.

I’ll use the items I set up in the kitchen earlier when she was asleep.

She’ll beg me to stop.

She’ll love every second of it.