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KALEB

R ain has been pouring outside since just after we entered the school’s clinic. Now it pelts against the windows. Harsh and unforgiving.

The sound of Shiloh’s heels behind me is louder.

A sharp, harsh clicking in the empty hallway.

She should’ve left the room through the other door. Should’ve joined her peers before following me.

She didn’t.

Fortunately, no one cares about her. No one followed us out here.

Maybe they’re curious about me, and Eddy is holding them back.

Who cares?

We’re alone.

The glass door leading out of the building withstands the rain. The howling wind. The darkness.

I could head outside. Go home. Do what’s right by Shiloh .

Fuck her senseless there, alone. Risk-free.

She’d be calmer for it.

Happier.

Less satisfied.

As will I.

The sign to the bathroom is to my left. I don’t think twice before going inside.

I check under the stalls.

Empty.

I stand here waiting for her, my arms folded across my chest.

The seconds it takes her to barge into the bathroom are the longest of my life.

My cock throbs. Hurts. All my blood has gone down there, fueled by the filthy scenario I planted in Shiloh’s head. By our role play.

“You.” The door shuts behind her.

She slams it, and I pounce on her. Fast.

My large body forces her backward. As her back hits the wall, she lets out a terrified, sweet gasp. Eyes fixed on my mask, wide and a little manic. Panicked and wanting. The light blue skies in them transform, darkening.

She’s still somewhat startled, and I use it to my advantage.

One hand curls around her delicate throat.

Defeat flashes in her eyes. “You just can’t let me win, can you?”

“It was never about winning.” My other hand goes to my hoodie pocket where the white face paint tube I bought rests. “It was about fighting, and you’ve done so well. ”

I flick the cap open.

The noise grabs her attention. “What’s that?”

Again, I could dothe right thing here. I could turn this into a harmless sex game instead of torture.

Where’s the fun in that?

I’ve already come to terms with the fact that I can’t kill her for the heck of it. That as soon as she’s dead, it’s game over. I’ll be devastated. I’ll jump right into hell after her.

Torturing her, though?

She’ll live.

Then she’ll crawl to me day and night, begging for more.

I tilt my head. Take a closer look closer at her.

Hmm. That fire inside her. Those gritted teeth.

I’ve managed to rile her up.

The thought that I might’ve brought something worse than a needle must be making it worse for her. Her fear, it’s stronger than the defeat she felt just now.

“You’re in a fighting mood.” Painting her will have to wait. I have to touch her, and I do. I leave the paint tube in my pocket, sliding my hand under her skirt. Cupping her pussy over her silk panties. “What a turn-on, to see how much you want this. You’re soaked.” I stroke her over her panties and she presses herself against me. So desperate. “This need is driving you insane. You’re just as fucked up as I am, little sister.”

“It’s not fair.” Her growl has my dick jumping. I’m leaking for her. “I’ll never win with you.”

She will. She already has.

I’ll tell her later.

“Newsflash. ”

She moans when I hook my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties. When my knuckles brush her hot, wet skin.

I bring my mask close to her face. “Life’s not fair.”

The glare she pins me with when I tear them off her body.

Delicious.

“But—”

I pocket her underwear. “But nothing.”

She struggles against me as I turn her to face the wall. Writhes and squirms.

It gets her nowhere.

And it makes me really, painfully hard. The need to pound into her is adrum that beats relentlessly inside my head.

“Kaleb.” She pushes against the wall, trying to break free.

“You’re adorable,” I whisper in her ear, gripping her hips. “And strong. There’s nothing weak about you. This, what we’re doing, is about something else entirely.”

With my dick pressed to her back, she’s locked beneath me. Hot beneath me. I shift her hair to the side. Lift my mask so I can taste her. Taking a bite is fucking tempting when she tastes so good. But that’s all I do, taste her, trailing my lips down her delicate neck. Her sweet scent is intoxicating.

Biting her over her blazer that she put back on before leaving the clinic, that’s right over the spot where her dad scarred her…

Heaven.

“What is it about then?”

“Us. ”

I pull back, twist my hand in the collar of her blazer, and rip a piece of fabric off.

“It’s about the countless nights we spent apart.” I put my mask back into place.

She’s stopped fighting, letting me whirl her back to me.

“About having your name drilled into my head. So goddamn deep, Shiloh, that some days I thought I was losing my mind.” My hand finds its way back to her neck. Choking her is hot. It’s everything. “All I could ever think of was you. Shiloh, Shiloh, Shiloh. I could never get you out of my head. But that’s okay. I’m here to make sure you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

Her lips part to say something.

I’ll hear her out later.

When the pressure in my temples lessens.

When I’m feeling less vile. Depraved. Driven to express my love through pain.

Later.

The piece of black cloth, what used to be the collar of her blazer, fits perfectly into her mouth. I shove the gag deeper, my body buzzing at the sight of the black fabric stuffed between her lips.

“Mmm!”

I dip my chin, ordering her to be quiet. No, she can’t see my face. My expression.

She senses it.

“Good girl.” I seethe. “Don’t you dare spit it out. ”

Her eyes glaze over. No, she doesn’t hate it. She’s aroused, her legs spreading for me. When her knees buckle, I catch her by her throat, holding her upright.

“You’re such a slut for this.” The paint bottle is cold in my hand again, warming as I lift it between us. “For being my plaything. My broken toy. You’ve been hurt by all the wrong people. All this time, they fucked with what’s mine.”

She trembles the higher I lift the paint tube.

Her fear is a drug. Her saliva soaking the makeshift gag is just as hot.

In a way, I wish she’d never feel safe around me.

“Those days are over.” I tip her face up, my thumb pushing from under her chin. “I’m taking you. You’ll never be anyone else’s but mine.”

She blinks. Submissive and gorgeous.

And I’m being a bastard, not telling her to close her eyes.

I’m being me.

Without a warning, I squeeze the tube right above her forehead. Shiloh winces as the first cold squirt lands on her. Whimpers into her gag. Stays in place. With my cock grinding against her stomach.

“I could’ve brought another mask for you.” More white paint seeps over her temples and her cheeks. Her horrified look that’s soaked with lust has every muscle in my body straining for her. “But you were so prim and motherfucking proper this morning. Going to the police station. Having that army of stuck-up lawyers trailing behind you. I loved it. I wanted to ruin it. ”

She growls by the time I splash the paint over her cheeks. Dangerously close to her eyes, which she affixes on me. I thrust my hips into her.

My heart is about to jump out of my chest and straight between Shiloh’s rib cage.

I listen closely to any noise coming from outside. Nothing. The hall is silent. The rain wails, but there areno footsteps outside the door.

“Plus, a mask wouldn’t have worked for me. I have plans for your mouth.”

When I’m done squirting paint on her face, I hurl the tube to the floor. I delve two fingers into her cheek, smearing it on her. I’m aggressive, applying pressure on her face. Every touch, every paint-covered patch of skin, makes me want to bury myself inside her.

It makes her pant louder for me.

I look at her face, at the white paint covering it. At the torn fabric filling her mouth.

She’s beautiful like this.

Wrecked.

“I hope you’re ready for something bigger than the gag.”

Her muffled moan speaks to the animal in me. I fucking growl for her.

“Such a dirty slut.” I slide my fingers up to her eyes, closing them. She shrieks into the cloth, rocking her hips into me. “Such a pretty, fucked-up girl. Such a pure one. Life has hurt you, but you haven’t given up on us. You’ve waited for me to destroy you. Hoped I’d break you and put you back together. Beautiful, Shi. So beautiful. ”

“Hmm.” She bobs her head as much as I allow. The movement causes my hand to slide into her hair.

“Good girl.” The roots of her hair are now painted, too. Ruined. Demolished. Gorgeous.

I’m baptizing her into the fucked-up religion that is my life.

Her new reality.

“There’s more. I’m not finished with your mask.” The second tube I bought is out of my pocket. I pop the cap with my thumb, squirting black paint on both her closed eyes. Throwing it to who-the-fuck-cares once I’m finished.

“Needy whore. Begging for cock.” I drag my fingers over her eyes, painting a black X shape on each of them. “My whore. Let me look at you. Open your eyes.”

She flutters them open. Stares at me.

Her blue eyes are dazed. Wanting. Desire bleeds from them.

I’m suffocated by it. My dick aches for it.

I have to touch her in order to wipe the remaining paint on her clothes. I need my fingers clean so I can do—yes, fuck —this. Shoving my fingers in her cunt is all I’ve ever wanted.

She’s dripping on me, clenching, riding my hand. Moaning when I curl my fingers inside her.

A flick of my thumb on her swollen clit, and Shiloh gives in to me. Her orgasm reverberates through her body. Wrecks it. She’s shivering hard, nostrils flaring. She needs air faster than she can get it.

And I smile .

Every night I spent at Berkshire. Every session where shrinks tried to pick my brain apart. Every disgusted look someone aimed at me. Every time Dick stole my things.

Every time I had to jerk off into the drain instead of filling her with cum.

Worth. It.

“On your knees.” I’m not asking. I’m demanding, shoving her to the floor by her shoulder.

Her knees hit the tiles, and yes . I ruined another part of my princess. Her expensive clothes are torn and in disarray. Her face is a mess. Hair disheveled from being pushed against the wall.

“Poor little rich girl. Poor little princess. That role never suited you.” I tilt my head, ripping the gag out of her mouth. “Has it?”

“Never asked for it,” she growls.

I have one hand in her hair, silky and smooth, and mine. The other hand is on the button of my jeans.

I pause. “Take me out. Put those lips around my cock. Paint it fucking white.”

“Yes.” She isn’t defeated or sad anymore. She’s eager, pushing my jeans and boxers down.

Her small hand is hot around my length, and I can’t help it. I thrust into her. Slam one hand on the wall and rock my hips into her fist.

She’s taking what only I could give her.

Happiness. True happiness. The kind that her heart desires, not some bullshit that society told her she should feel .

One that can’t be bought. That can’t be forced onto someone.

She knows I’ll always give it to her.

She can see it coming, the pain and torment I’m about to inflict on her.

“Stop fucking around.” I grab the base of my dick, aiming it at her lips. A bead of precum has trickled onto the barbell. I tug on her hair, pressing her mouth to it. “Lick it.”

Her pink tongue peeks out, flicking and swirling on my piercing. The contact, the fucking contact, has electricity shooting up to my head.

A low string of curses bursts past my lips. I call her names. I praise her. I tell her what a good whore she is for humming on my cock.

I slap those plump lips with the tip, smearing pre-cum on them. Degrading her in a way that turns her on. That has her angling toward me.

She swipes her tongue slowly on me. I can’t—can’t take it a second longer. I push her head forward at the same time I jerk my hips up.

“That’s it.” She’s coughing, sputtering around me. Saliva trickles out of the corners of her mouth, splotching the white paint on her face. Leaving white streaks on my cock. “Take it like the good girl you are. Suck me. Baby. Fuck. You break down so pretty for me. You— Jesus —you’re a beautiful mess. Mine. Mine .”

She flattens her tongue, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I groan at how good it feels until she hollows her cheeks and sucks. Lets me hold her there while I fuck her throat, while she gags every time my pierced tip hits that spot in the back of her throat.

Every. Fucking. Time.

I could come in her mouth. On her face. Empty myself on her pristine shirt.

Screw that.

Screw my mask too.

I rip it off my face, pull Shiloh off me, and haul her to her feet.

Our gazes clash. My breath gets knocked out of me.

“Fuck.” I’m about to spin her. Bend her over and rut into her cunt.

When sounds filter into the bathroom.

There are people in the hall.

Their voices come from a distance. One of them is Eddy.

A quick glance reveals that there’s no lock on the door.

No one gets to see my Shiloh like this.

Back there, we were just flirting. She teased me. I detailed my explicit, kinky fantasy.

That was that.

That’s the last time anyone will ever hear her talking about sex.

“Kaleb.” Her voice is a pleading one. “We can continue this at home. Let’s go.”

“Fuck no.” I drag her into one of the stalls fast, kicking my mask, paint tubes, and her ripped collar over there as I go. “Also. Just for entertaining the idea of walking out of here without getting this pretty pussy pounded, you can expect a punishment, Shi. ”

Her lips pinch. Blue eyes narrowing. Pleading. “They might come in.”

“They will.” I lock the stall door. “Nothing’s going to stop me from fucking you.”

The need to claim her is a clawing, ruthless, incessant pain. My chest hurts with it. My head can’t think of anything else but spinning her and bending her over.

There’s no fighting it.

One swift movement and her cheek slams into the door. She has one eye looking at me. Her pupil grows impossibly large. It pushes out the blue in her iris, looking as black as my soul.

“Please.” She’s shivering. Closing her legs. Thinking she can escape me.

Not happening. I bend over, grab her panties and bind her wrists together.

“I don’t know why”—I press my hand to her face, rubbing my thumb along her painted lips while scrunching her skirt up to her waist—“I have to keep repeating myself.”

“What?” Her hot breath tickles my finger.

The voices outside are getting louder. Closer.

I’d love to stretch out our time together. No place has ever felt more right, more home , than her pussy. Always tight for me. Always sucking me in.

We’ll have company soon.

“Whenever I want, no, need , to be inside you.”

Her legs shake. That’s how hard she’s working on closing them. On denying me what’s mine. My hand on her face holds her in place for me .

That’s not enough, though. I dig my fingers into her hip, tilting her ass up. Spreading her.

She still has enough sense to try to wriggle out of my grip.

I release her hip. A temporary relief.

“When I demand it, little sister, you’ll let me.” Slap , right there, punishing her dripping pussy.

She lets out a groan, a strangled, agonized one.

I slap her three more times before she lets go.

“Kaleb.” Her muscles aren’t as strained. She isn’t as adamant about pushing me away.

“For the rest of your life.” Needing this one for myself, I slap her cunt. “You’ll be powerless. At my mercy.”

Three last slaps to her pussy and she’s putty in my hands. I pull back to admire her body. Her bruised ass and thighs are bearing my marks, hot and angry.

Accusing.

She isn’t. My stepsister is horny and boneless. Mine .

My Shiloh is a freak. Both of us are.

My depraved woman moans when I push my thumbs into one of her wounds. She took the bandages off, and I’m not mad about it. Not when I can touch her like this.

She presses herself toward me, getting hotter and hotter the more she bleeds for me.

“You will always be a good slut for me.” Enough of her fresh, mesmerizing cuts. I swallow a groan, kicking her legs wider. She’s spread open, trembling. Her gaze has turned from defiant to pleading. I tease her, grazing the pierced head of my cock on her clit. “You’ll let me fuck you anywhere, any fucking time.”

Her first “Please” barely leaves her lips, and I’m shoved all the way inside her pussy. She’s squeezing me, tight and hot and soaking.

I’ll forever be mesmerized by her. It’ll never change, I realize as I rut into her. Ever. I’ll forever be hers.

Violating her is the worst sin I’ve ever committed. Taking this pure thing and turning her into this. Into a filthy girl who gets off on being railed in a public bathroom.

Showing her just what a slut for pain she is.

I’d do it all over again. I’d go to hell and back for her. So she’d have everything.

She’s clenching around me. I already know it’s her tell, that it’s what happens to her body right before she climaxes.

“Say my name.” They’re right outside now. I hear their feet stopping. Their voices reach us. I hear the judgment in their tone. They’ll pay for it. One problem at a time. “Say my name when you come all over my cock, Shi. I need it. Need it so bad. Make me feel good, baby.”

“Kaleb.” A whisper. I go harder, dragging my cock out and forcing it back in. Her eyebrows knit. Her bottom lip trembles. “Kaleb. Kaleb. Fuck. I’m going to—I’m coming.”

“Good girl.” I grab her hips, giving her all of me. Taking everything she has to offer and then some. The agony. Her orgasm. Her life. “That’s a good fucking girl. I’m coming. Going to breed you. Fuck babies into you. You’ll be my filthy girl. You’ll have your belly swollen with our children, but it won’t stop me. Fuck no. I’ll have your sweet pussy every day. Fuck. Every goddamn day. ”

That’s it. Can’t stand another second of holding my orgasm in. I empty myself inside while she’s still milking me, groaning her name over and over until there’s nothing left.

The door creaks open when I’m done.

Shiloh’s eyes are panicked.

Mine aren’t.

Yeah, these pricks heard me groan her name when I came.

They judged her for that, too.

It’s the last time they’ll be judging anyone, ever. I’ll make sure of that.

After I take care of her.

Shiloh.

The binding around her wrists must burn. I undo the knot and rub the skin that endured so much, so beautifully for me.

I overhear the bitch outside while the temperature in my body reaches an all-time high.

“Slut. I knew there was a reason why Professor Dempsey chose her to join us. God, Eddy, I hope you kick her skanky ass out. For good.”