Page 9 of Like An Animal

Jesus fucking Christ. Can’t I ever get a break from him?

“Heyyy!” I wave, but within a few seconds, Xavi makes it to me and throws his arms around me.

“You made it, sokrovishche!”

Within half a second, Jeremy slaps his hand on Xavi’s shoulder, yanking him back.

“Cut it out,” he grunts under his breath before his gaze lands on Tiernan, who looks unbothered, but I know has to be shaking in his boots.

“Come on, Jer. You know Bron loves my hugs. I’m soft and snuggly. See?” Xavi goes in for another hug but Jeremy’s fingers dig into his shoulder.

“Don’t make me kill you tonight, tupoy,” he grumbles under his breath, but the tone is lethal as he glares at his friend.

“Stop it, Jer. You’re being ridiculous.” I sneer at him, so beyond done with his bullshit.

“Yeah, sour puss. You’re not going to kill me.” Then, Xavi sticks his tongue out at Jer like a perpetual child.

“Don’t tempt me.” Then, Jeremy grabs my arm and pulls me through the crowd.

“Let go of me,” I demand, but he doesn’t listen to me.

“You are completely unbalanced!” He nods as if this is something he’s already aware of.

“I swear, I’m going to kill you. I was having a good time talking to some friends, you jerkface.

” As soon as we make it through the dense crowd, he turns to me, looking mighty pissed.

“They aren’t your friends. You don’t have any friends, little ghost. You want me to let you go back over there so you can throw yourself at Tiernan McGowen again? Fat fucking chance. ”

His words are a slap in the face. Yeah, I don’t have any close friends because I lost the one I had due to him. Not just that, but he also insinuated that I was trying to fuck Tiernan, which I wasn’t. I was having a conversation with Tiernan, Francine, and Sorcha–mostly the girls though.

I stand on the tips of my toes and get in his face with every ounce of hurt he just inflicted. “Fuck. You. I don’t belong to you and if you keep acting like a jealous ex, I’ll treat you like one by screwing all your friends. Don’t test me because I’m pretty sure Xavi would be mighty interested.”

Maybe I’m a petty bitch, but this fucker just threw my insecurities in my face because he was pissed off so I did the same.

Fuck him and all his bullshit.

Instead of letting me go or throwing a tantrum like I expect, he drags me through the kitchen, down the hall, and far away from all the party-goers.

“Let me go!”

“Shut up,” he growls as he pushes open a door before switching on the light. My eyes widen when I realize it’s a bathroom. Why the fuck did he bring me here?

He yanks me inside before twisting the lock. Jeremy pushes my hips into the sink’s edge as he wraps his fingers around my throat, pulling my head back. He growls in my ear as I watch his actions through the mirror, the primal need rising across his features.

“Your attitude will get you in a lot of trouble, little ghost.” He unbuttons my pants and shoves my jeans down my waist, the denim scraping against my flesh.

“It will get you fucked–long and hard until your cunt is raw from all the attention. You need to be punished for pushing my buttons. You’re going to get some poor fucker killed with that dirty mouth. ”

I try to pull away from him, but I can’t before he rips off my panties and presses his hand against my exposed cunt. His fingers probe my slit and I whimper from the intimate touch.

“This pussy belongs to me. You don’t get to offer it to anyone else.

Every orgasm is mine. The only cock you’ll get is mine.

Fucking accept that you’re my property.” He slams two fingers into me and my body bows against the aggressive touch.

“All you will accomplish by trying to give yourself to someone else is a dead body and your cunt punished for defying me.”

“You’re such an asshole,” I growl as his thumb circles my clit.

“Maybe, but I’m yours. If you want to get fucked, I’ll give it to you whenever you want, however you want to get it. All you have to do is ask.”

I moan as he bites the flesh on my neck, dragging his teeth against my skin. “This is wrong. Once was bad enough.”

“It’s not wrong at all, little sister.”

I practically barf at the moniker as he pushes me over the sink, holding me down by the back of my neck.

“Stop calling me that!”

“Then, stop saying this is wrong. Every time you do, I’ll make it sound way worse than it is. I’ll tell you how much of a naughty girl you are for taking your brother’s cock.”

“Stop it, okay?”

Then, I hear his zipper before his fingers leave my cunt and the head of his cock presses inside me, thrusting in as deep as he can go.

“Are you going to stop or do I need to go into depth on how wet your desperate pussy is for your brother–”

“I’ll stop. Just please don’t say that shit.”

I press back against his length as my head spins. This shouldn’t feel as good as it does. He did no real prep work to get me wet and I’m soaked before I’ve even taken all of him in.

He can fuck me all night long if he just stops referring to me as his sister during spicy time.

Jeremy wraps his fingers around my hair at the base of my skull before lifting my head, forcing me to look at him in the mirror. “Tell me. Do you want me to fuck your tight pussy, little ghost?” he rasps as he grinds inside me.

My eyes roll into the back of my head because fuuuuck, that feels good.

“Yes,” I admit on a whimper, lacking all shame, because he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Is this wrong?” he presses.

I know if I say yes, he’ll go back to calling me his little sister and I don’t want that, so I lie.

“No. Please, fuck me, Jer.”

He pulls out and thrusts hard back inside me, his piercings doing insane things to my libido. “Do you want anyone else to fuck you?” His tone is full of danger.

“No, no one else.” It takes a lot of concentration to come to grips with the truth in my words.

I don’t want anyone else to fuck me and that scares the shit out of me.

He’s the one guy I can’t have. My interaction with Francine and Sorcha proved that.

Most people would not be accepting of me and him.

He pulls out and thrusts inside me again as I cry out in pleasure. “Say it again,” he demands as he takes my hip in his free hand, holding me exactly where he wants me.

“I-I-I only want you!”

He thrusts inside me another time before grunting, “Again.”

“I want you.” Thrust. “I want you.” Thrust. “Jeremy, I want you so bad!” Thrust.

I meet him thrust for thrust as the mirror fogs in front of my face.

My flesh feels like it's nearly burning off the bone as his hand comes down hard on my ass. Tears collect in my eyes from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Before I can get my bearings, Jeremy grabs my chin between his thumb and pointer finger and turns my head so far, the muscles in my neck ache. His lips are barely separated from mine when he whispers, “Don’t cry. It’ll make me come. ”

That…should not be as hot as it was.

I blink away the tears and he groans in my face as he thrusts hard into me again. “Such a good slut for me.”

My insides quiver and my brain fogs as I get closer and closer to my destination. The pressure builds as his hand comes down hard on my ass again.

Then, the doorknob shakes.

“Jer, man, you in there?”

Massimo?

It’s like a bucket of ice was just dumped over my head, soaking my entire body, but Jeremy keeps thrusting inside me, quickening his pace.

“Fuuuck. You were made for me, baby.”

Did he not hear his friend on the other side of the door?

Goddamn it. We’re about to be found out. Massimo is going to know that Jeremy is fucking me and everything is going to blow up in our faces. We’ll be ostracized across the board.

Fucking Jeremy and his pushy, territorial bullshit.

“Jeremy, stop,” I hiss, reaching behind me to push him off, but as soon as my fingers touch the fabric of his shirt, he snatches my wrist and presses it against my back. He picks up his pace, drilling his cock harder and deeper into me with every thrust. It’s such a dizzying experience.

“Nothing and no one could pull me from this sweet pussy. I don’t care who walks in and sees. Your father could walk through that door and I would keep on destroying this cunt for anyone other than me.”

My jaw drops from a mixture of the abuse my pussy is receiving and his words. “Don’t you have any shame?”

“Why would I? What reason would I have to be embarrassed? This cunt belongs to me, Bronwyn. All I’m doing is taking what’s mine. There’s no shame in that.”

He delivers another hard thrust, angling directly for my sweet spot, and the moan I let out is mortifying. I sound like a dying cat, for crying out loud!

“Holy shit, Jer!” That was definitely Xavi and his laughter confirms it. “Innocent Jeremy Borza is losing his v-card, ladies and gentlemen!”

Even amidst the pleasure and depravity, my brain glitches. His v-card?

I mean, I knew it was a possibility that I was his first, but Jeremy hasn’t had the same roadblock that I have.

He didn’t have someone hovering over him, stopping him from hooking up with random girls.

Nope, that was me. I wouldn’t say he has had a lot of female attention, but there was enough that it was noticeable.

Did he really tell all of them no? Why?

It just doesn’t make any sense.

“Mine,” he grunts as my orgasm takes over me and all conscious thoughts leave my brain, even the voices outside the door cheering Jeremy on. He ignores them too, as he reaches his peak. His come fills me burst after burst and my brain loses all function.

Maybe the thought that we could be caught adds to how hot the sex was, but now we have one thing to worry about: How the fuck are we going to get out of here without his friends realizing the one Jeremy had bent over the sink was me?