Page 63 of Scream Little Sister

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, doll.”

I’ve never done anything with a woman bareback. The idea of a fling winding up pregnant always made me feel sick. Even with my breeding kink—which I’ve never acted upon—I kept my shit wrapped. I don’t need a mini-me running around, tying me to a woman I have no feelings for.

But if Madison?—

“It’s not like I’ll get pregnant,” she whispers.

My head drops backward, and I groan at the thought of Madison heavy with my child.

Yup. I still have a breeding kink, but it’s ten times worse with it being my sister.

I kiss her throat and mumble, “We’ll see about that.”

“Wh-what?”

Ignoring her startled question, I turn my head and brush kisses along her jaw, trailing closer to her lips. Madison loses her rhythm, startled as I kiss the corner of her mouth.

“Make yourself come,” I whisper.

Madison holds her head as still as a statue. A tiny smile tugs at my lips at her nervousness. If she wants a kiss, she’ll need to do it herself. Until then, I’ll tease her until she can’t take it anymore. The win will feel that much sweeter if she isn’t forced.

“I don’t know if I can,” she breathes.

My eyebrows rise. “What’s stopping you?”

She bucks her hips faster against me, desperate to come but clearly unable to. Her breasts thrust against my chest with each roll of our hips. A delicious appetizer for what it’ll feel like when they bounce against me while I mindlessly fuck her. Because make no mistake, it’ll happen. Soon, at that.

I cup the back of her head. “What do you need?”

She bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, doll. Tell me what you need to come.” I fist her hair and yank.

Madison yelps, her eyes flying open to meet mine. “It’s fucked up.”

“Nothing’s too fucked up for me.”

She bites her bottom lip and averts her gaze before returning it to my face. “Call me your sister. Remind me you’re my big brother and how good I make you feel.”

That’s when I snap and lose control.

“CIRCLES” POST MALONE

Ryder’s fingers tighten in my hair, pulling at the roots. I whimper at the burning sensation in my scalp, but I buck against him. With his teeth bared in a snarl, Ryder holds me in place by my hair and pistons his hips against mine with punishing blows. Each thrust bounces me on his lap, our flesh clapping together every time we meet.

“You dirty doll,” he growls. “Acting like you don’t enjoy my attention, but look at you, soaking your big brother’s cock.”

Heat flares in my body, like fireworks bursting in bright colors. He’s not angry or disgusted, and the weight on my chest lightens until I can finally take a full breath.

Ryder lunges for my neck and drags his tongue over the sensitive skin. I gasp as he bites down, his hot breath fanning against my neck and raising goosebumps on my flesh. My head lightens and my body burns hotter as the pain transforms into pleasure with every bite and lick.

I fist his hair and tug at the strands, earning a grunt from Ryder. He suckles a bite mark before he leans back to look at me.

“My pretty doll.”

I shiver at his compliment and try not to linger on his pet name for me.

Ryder releases my hair and circles my throat with his hand, squeezing with enough pressure to limit my air intake. I lean into his touch without an ounce of fear, silently urging him to choke me.