Page 34 of Scream Little Sister

“Ryder!” Madison’s racing footsteps get louder as she follows me. “Wait!”

I step over the threshold and close the door without looking back. It flings open and I turn, glaring at my stepsister as she barges into my room. Even in the barely lit space, I can make out the pink flush on her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

Madison closes the door behind her. “Why did you do it?”

I arch an eyebrow.

“Why did you stand up for me?”

That’s a good question, but she wouldn’t understand the answer. My hate-filled obsession with her would confuse and sicken her as much as it does me.

I bend so we’re nose to nose and stare into her fear-filled brown eyes. Madison sucks in a sharp breath and holds still.

“Leave,” I mutter.

Her pupils dilate, and a familiar look crosses her face. It’s a look countless women have given me before her, but it can’t be because I ordered her to leave.

The corner of my lip curls in a small smile.

My voice alone is turning her on. That detail is dangerous. Sofuckingdangerous because I can use it against her.

“What?” she whispers. Madison shakes her head, breaking the spell I put her under as she squares her shoulders. “Not until you tell me why you did it.”

Stubborn girl.

Had she been anyone else, I’d have bent her over my knees and spanked her until she learned to do as I told her.

“Leave.”

“No. Why did you stand up for me?”

Her chest rubs against mine, and it’s all I can focus on.Control slips through my fingers, and I’m all but holding on to a thread.

“Get out, sis. This is your final warning.”

She swallows hard enough for me to hear. Her palms press against my stomach and slip up my sides. The move is intimate, meant for only lovers, not a brother and sister, yet it’s got me harder than a rock.

I barely hear Madison’s whisper. “Just tell me.”

A little smile forms on my lips. Madison’s eyes widen, and she steps back while dropping her hands. I snatch her arm and drag her to my bed.

“I warned you.”

“Wait!” She tries to jerk her arm out of my grasp, but I tighten my hold. The hungry beast rises from the dark cage I keep it locked away in. It bubbles to the surface, bringing excitement and a ferocious need to mark her.

My control snaps.

I sit on the edge of the mattress and yank Madison across my lap. She yells and squirms to escape me, but the pitiful amount of fight has me wondering if she really wants to get away from me. I shove her head down and keep my hand there to force her into submission. With my free hand, I flip her skirt so that it pools around her waist. I freeze at the sight before me.

She’s your sister.

Madison’s bare ass beckons me to unleash my frustration on her. Not just because she tempted me and refused to listen, but because I now know she hasn’t been wearing any goddamn underwear this whole time.

She’s your sister.

I raise my hand and strike her ass cheek. My teeth clench together, and I bare them at the beautiful sight of her jiggling ass. Madison yelps and arches her back to escape my itching palm. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock at the sweet sounds she makes as she grinds against the erection now straining against my pants.

She’s your sister.