Page 48 of Conjure

Is that…sulfur I smell?

My clouded thoughts crash together like warring waves at sea. A voice deep inside urges me to stop this, but whispers in the wind drown it out.

Whispers?

I gasp, glancing around the room to locate the sound, but Keith guides me back to his lips. His fingers slide higher on my thigh and dip, touching me where no stepdad should touch their wife’s daughter. “Your desire tastes delicious,” he whispers before kissing me.

A warm hand over my mouth and nose startles me awake, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

The headboard slams against the wall as Dominic moves on top of me, his hard length rubbing every inch of my clenching walls. The sensation is so mind-blowing, so soul-destroying, that I scream beneath his firm grip on my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” His dark hair falls over his devastating eyes. “This fucking cunt will be the death of me.” Pistoning his hips, he grits his teeth and digs his fingers into my cheeks as my lungs scream with my need to breathe.

When the instinct to survive overwhelms me, he lets go of my mouth and grabs me by the throat before biting down hard on my lip. The taste of coppery blood floods my mouth as he bites again and grinds his cock deep, fucking me so hard I feel him everywhere. “You want to die like this, with my cock inside you, baby?”

I nod, my pussy spasming around his length.

“Don’t tempt me, Sis. I’d gladly watch the life slip from your eyes and fuck your lifeless corpse. Maybe we should try it?” He chuckles. “Pretend to be dead for me while I stuff this warm cunt full of cum.” Tossing me over onto my front like I’m nothing more than a ragdoll, he enters me from behind and fucks me hard into the mattress. “No, I like your fight and the torment in your eyes.”

He slips his dick out and thrusts it through my ass crack. “I like it even more when you cry for me.” On his hands and knees, his fingers curled around my nape, he pounds my pussy until wretched sobs tear from my lungs.

“You want more, Sis?”

“Yes, p-please,” I choke out against the damp sheet.

“You think this little tight pussy can handle it?”

This time when I nod, he lifts me up against his sweaty chest and holds me to him with his grip on my throat and his lips pressed to my ear. The bed rocks against the wall as he yanks down my tank top to palm my tits, tweaking my tender nipples until the pain becomes too much.

I’m a mess.

Chuckling, he rains slaps on my pussy.

My knees shake and my cries grow hoarse.

“You think you deserve to come?” He pinches my clit, and I gasp as I tremble against him. “Answer me!”

“No, I’ll never deserve it.”

His breathy laugh warms my core and the bruised organ in my chest. “And why not?”

I croak, “Because I’m a filthy whore who hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me.” The humor fades from his voice. “I’d have to care about you first.”

His toxic words are like a punch to the gut. I want to fight him. I want to spin around and slap his stupid face, so that’s what I do.

I strike his cheek, scrambling off the bed, then run for the door, my heart thrashing as I escape into the dark hallway. Grotesque shadows chase me while I sprint like a darting rabbit downstairs with no destination in mind. I need to be away from Dominic and his poisoned daggers.

I make the mistake of glancing back when his footsteps pound the stairs behind me. Stumbling on the last step, my jaw smacks off the floor in a hard blow. My teeth sink into my fleshy tongue, and blood floods my mouth. But all that pales when he grabs hold of my ankle and drags me across the floor like a damn caveman.

“I’m so fucking fed up with you running away and fighting me at every fucking turn. Unless it’s not already obvious to you, Sis, you’re mine. You belong to me, so stop with the theatrics.”

My nails scratch the floor. I sob and cry, but I don’t scream. Somewhere in the most depraved depths of me, I want him to hurt me. I want him to cut out the guilt I harbor from the crash and the affair—an affair I don’t even understand myself.

Lashing out, I kick at his hand and manage to free myself. Before I can jump to my feet, he hauls me up by my hair and bares his gleaming teeth. “Are you fucking done?”

“I’ll never be done,” I hiss.