Page 42 of Scream Little Sister

My thighs clench together, and I shift my hips to stop the thumping in my clit.

Ryder is in the same room with me, so it’s not a great moment to get aroused. I glance toward the staircase, wondering if I should excuse myself so I can handle this alone in my bedroom.

“If you don’t take care of your problem, sis, I will.” Ryder pitches his voice lower.

My gaze snaps to him, my jaw hitting the ground. “Excuse me?”

Ryder locks his screen and peeks at me with the same hungry look. Gone is the emotionless mask, and I don’t know if I can lie to myself any longer.

“It turns you on, thinking about a brother and sister fucking, doesn’t it? It’s why you’re squirming. Or were you thinking about last night?”

My heart bangs against my ribs like a drum.

Ryder leans toward me and rests his tattooed hand on the sofa’s cushion, close to my thigh. I envy the damn couch. Having him so close isn't enough.

He’s your brother.

He’s your brother.

He’s your brother!

“How’s your ass feeling, doll?” he murmurs with a conspiratorial smile.

I choke on my words and stutter out, “Fine.”

Ryder’s gaze drags down my body and lingers on the juncture between my thigh and ass. He clicks his tongue and returns his attention to my face. “That’s too bad. I’ll go harder on you next time.”

“Next time?” I screech.

I wince, realizing I could have woken up our parents. Ryder grins, proud that I proved his point about me being too loud.

Lowering my voice, I say, “There won’t be a next time.”

“We’ll see about that.” He stands and crowds my space as he moves in front of me. My breath catches in my throat as he bends and places his hands beside my thighs. Shadows fall on his face, darkening his blue eyes.

The way he’s looking at me should scare me, but I know deep in my bones I’m safe with him.

Ryder’s face hovers close to mine. “Are you still wearing the plug?”

I shake my head.

He doesn’t seem convinced. The muscles in the corner of his jaw thrum. “Are you lying?”

“Why does it matter?”

Ryder’s eyes narrow. “If I bend you over and check for myself, will I find the toy stretching your tight asshole?”

My core spasms, clenching around nothing when I’m dying to be filled with?—

I mentally shake my head to remove the dirty thoughts about Ryder. I dig my nails into the silky material of my sleep shorts. “You shouldn’t be talking about your sister like that.”

“Answer the question, Madison,” Ryder growls.

“I’m not answering.” I raise my chin, putting on an appearance of strength when all I want to do is escape Ryder and the feelings he’s bringing out of me. Feelings I’m ashamed of.

Ryder smiles. “Then turn over and show me your ass.”

My blood sets on fire, and I’m unsure if it’s from anger or lust. Maybe both? “No. You’re not the boss of me.”