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KALEB

M y cock tents my sweats. The need for her claws at my sanity.

The moments of me being sweet and caring are gone.

Blown in the wind.

Poof.

She has no idea. No fucking clue what I’m about to do to her.

She thinks she does. Before she left for the bathroom, I saw a glimmer in her eyes. A little fear. A lotof excitement.

Well, then.

I count down the seconds. Listen to her clothes dropping to the floor and the sound of her ripping the razor pack.

She expects role play. Thinks I’ll reenact the scene I laid out for her in the clinic play-by-play.

Voyeurism. Some gentle, consensual forcing. Pleasure, mainly.

Something that many would consider sweet .

As much as I love her, I can’t be sweet for too long. Can’t be anyone else but myself.

I’ll spend the rest of my life protecting her. Worshiping her. Owning her. I’m never letting go.

But being sweet isn’t on the table. I won’t ever eat her out without biting her. Won’t fuck her without leaving marks on her body. I’ll always get off on her fear, her pain, her tears.

Her breasts have bruises on them in the shape of my teeth. Her neck is black and blue from sucking on it so fucking hard.

The scar on her shoulder, let’s just say the mangled skin is a shade or two darker now, thanks to me. I made sure of that.

Watching her shave and jacking off under the bed will be the starting point.

After that, I’ll hurt her.

I’ll use the items I set up in the kitchen earlier when she was asleep.

She’ll beg me to stop.

She’ll love every second of it.

The water starts running in the sink. My heart beats steadily as my body prepares for this. For her.

I head to the bedroom.

The door to the connected bathroom is half-closed. Her addition to our game, I assume. A way to let me walk around undetected.

My sweet, clever, masochistic stepsister.

Her humming filters from behind the door. Rising over the water stream.

As usual, Shiloh is out of tune.

Twisted. Weird. Off .

Like me.

Another person might’ve found the jagged and high-pitched melody disturbing. A turn-off.

Not me.

Her off-tune humming gets me hard as a rock. The need to choke her with my cock intensifies. Instead of acting on it, I hide under the bed. Waiting for her there.

A movement from the bathroom grabs my attention.

The door opens to the inside, offering me a view of the bathroom sink. And of Shiloh.

My dirty, naked princess is holding a razor just over her leg. She has a hand pressed to the wall behind her for balance. A delicate foot leans on the low sink, opening her up for me.

She’s soaked. She came more than once this morning and she’s still wet for me. Inner thighs. Her pussy is so fucking inviting.

Her entire body is hot for this. Chest, neck, and face are flushed red. Her breasts rise and fall, each heaved breath getting me harder. Turning me into a man that isn’t really a man. Not a beast, either.

I’m the devil. The monster in her story.

My nerve endings are frayed. My need for her is a living entity inside of me.

I reach into my sweats. Fist my dick and squeeze. My eyes roll at the temporary relief.

It takes the edge off.

Good. I need these minutes to stalk her. I’m throbbing for it, for this act. She pretends to be the innocent, sweet, and clueless girl, and she does it well. I almost forget that it’s fake .

A shiver has her hand trembling despite her firm grip on the razor. A low tremble that betrays her excitement as she lowers it to her pussy.

My cock jerks at that. Precum wets the tip, and I rub it along the head, tugging at the barbell.

The things she’s doing to me. That fire. The loss of control.

She keeps humming this tune. She’s butchering it.

She’s repeating it over and over for my sake.

My focus might be off. My attention may lie mostly on the blades coursing over her smooth, perfect cunt. On the lips I shaved before we went to bed.

I recognize it nonetheless.

Finally. She’s humming The Exorcist ’s theme song. We watched it together the night I moved into her home.

A day I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

At eleven, she was way too young to watch horror movies.

I didn’t say a word to her until that evening. Didn’t invite her to join me at night when I put it on.

And yet, as the first scene played on the TV screen, she found me there. Her feet padded on the wood, announcing her arrival. Wearing her flower-patterned pajamas, she snuggled to my side. Patted my mask once, then sat still throughout the movie. I carried her sleeping form to the bed later that night.

Our connection felt foreign back then.

I get it now.

She was always supposed to come home. To me.

First, to claim her place as my little sister.

Later, much later , as my woman .

I block the memories of her as a kid out of my head. My dick’s gone soft thinking of her as a child, and fuck that.

We’re two grown-ups today. Hunter and prey.

Except the prey is equally as vicious as the hunter.

This is her third round of swiping the blade over her pussy, only this time she opens her legs wider. Moving it closer to the center.

So close that the razor brushes her clit.

She cries out, as if that was an accident. Her pretty lips round in the shape of an O.

She isn’t cutting herself. She’s flirting with the idea. With the pain.

The tempting little thing repeats the movement. My cock is instantly hard, begs for relief at the sound of another one of her pained cries. At the moan that follows.

Shiloh soaks her thighs, grinding her hips. Her bruised nipples harden.

The scene pushes a moan right out of my lungs.

Her blue eyes cut to the bedroom. Wide. Frantic.

“W-who’s there?” Her voice, goddamn it. She isn’t faking it. The longer she’s been pretending, the more real it’s become for her.

I wish I wouldn’t have forgotten my mask. The shield I wear.

The range of emotions that must be crossing my face is embarrassing.

Want. Need. Craving.

Love.

I’m open. Raw. Exposed .

It’s like having a foreign entity tearing me from the inside out. Clawing at my skin.

Loving Shiloh is agony.

Tucking my dick in has never been this frustrating. But I have to be patient. Fucking got to.

Her eyebrows rise when I don’t answer her, head tilting as she searches for the source of the sound from her place in the bathroom.

“Hello?”

The razor clanks as she drops it into the sink. She pushes off the wall, placing her foot on the floor. I follow her movements, like I did the first time I slept under her bed.

She’s getting close.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

“I heard you.” The tremor in her voice is my cue.

It’s the reason I snap.

I catch her ankle in a vise grip.

“Oh!” she gasps, kicking her foot. A feeble attempt to get me off her while I grab her harder and crawl out from under the bed. She doesn’t give it her best, even though she’s whisper-shouting, “Let go of me!”

Her fight gets her nowhere.

That’s what love is, isn’t it?

Fixation. Obsession. Domination.

Refusing to hear the word no .

As I rise to my full height, I change my hold on her. I release her ankle and just as fast grab her hips, then neck .

Her heated flesh and racing heartbeat are why I’m throbbing in my sweats. Why I see nothing else other than her plump, gaping lips.

There’s only one light at the end of the tunnel for me. An intense force that pulls at my goddamn bones.

Shiloh.

Always Shiloh.

Our dirty game turns her on.

Me? It drives me fucking wild.

Patience .

She opens her mouth wider as a scream lodges in her throat. It practically vibrates beneath my fingers, and holy shit.

My filthy girl is asking me to stop her.

My absolute pleasure.

Using my hand on her hips, I yank her to my body. She’s flush against me, and I take advantage of her sexy gasp by shoving two fingers down her throat.

“Adorable.” My voice is husky, meant for her and her alone while I fuck her throat with my fingers. “You think you can scream? Think you have a chance of making it out of this alive?”

Her throat constricts around me. Her choked, gagging sounds annihilate what’s left of my humanity.

I take her to the bed, shoving her back on the mattress. Pushing her toward the pillows and crawling up her body. “You don’t.”

She opens her mouth to scream and fails a second time. I’m back to finger-fucking her mouth, caging her beneath me with the other forearm close to her pretty face. I’m on my knees, legs bracketing hers.

There’s no escaping this.

Oh, she wiggles. Oh, she gives me a run for my money. She claws at my wrists. Growls at me.

She’s putting everything into it, her nostrils flaring with the effort.

“You got yourself into this mess.” Using my weight to keep her pressed to the bed, I reach back to the collar of my hoodie. Pin my hips to hers as I prepare to whip it up and over my head. “This is what you get for seducing a monster.”

She’s thrashing beneath me, rubbing her sweet body on my dick. Tears prick the corners of her eyes when she realizes how hard I am for her. That every inch of my fat cock is going inside her.

Lust, the truly depraved kind, swirls inside me. I pull my fingers out of her throat and whip my hoodie over my head.

Before she can catch her breath, I wring my hoodie and stuff it in her mouth. I make sure it stays in place by pinning the sleeves to the pillows next to her head, leaning on both hands so it remains there.

The thick fabric mutes her fake scream.

While her fingers cut through my shoulders, her eyes wander down my naked chest. She’s helpless against it, and I get off on her gaze as she takes me in. Selfishly, I let her have her fill.

I’ll never get used to her appreciation. The meaning she gives to my miserable existence .

But other things have the same effect on me. Urges that are beyond my control.

“Come here.” I flip her over, tying my hoodie around her head. She cries out, kicking me, her hands reaching back.

“Such a fucking brat.”

In a flash, I turn her onto her back again. I reach to the side, and one of the lamps on the nightstand is in my grip. I yank it out of the wall, wielding it over Shiloh’s face.

A silent threat. Her face pales, her fear palpitating between us. Goddamn addictive.

She whimpers. The tears that have welled in her eyes now run down her temples.

“Here’s how it’s going to go.” At my narrowed eyes, she breaks out in shivers. More tears slip out. I breathe in her terror. Absorb every ounce of it. “I need to get something from the kitchen and I need you to stay put. Disobey me and…”

I rear my arm back. She shakes her head like a good little victim.

“I will bash your face in.” Never . “Then I’ll sodomize your corpse. I’ll take great pleasure in it. Will go through every hole, including the new one I’ll crack through your skull. So now, are you going to stay put?”

This game is an act. Fake through and through.

Her fear isn’t. I can taste it on my tongue. See it in her bulging eyes, the tears cascading from them. She’s pulling away. Sinking into the bed while her shivers intensify.

For. Me .

“Blink once for yes.” I thrust my hips forward, forcing a moan out of her. Most of the sound is absorbed by my hoodie, but I can still hear it. I ache for all of her moans.

It mortifies her, to make these sounds for a monster. The flush of her cheeks deepens. She sobs into her gag, and it’s gorgeous.

“Blink, damn it, or I won’t wait to punish you.” What’s taking her forever? Can’t she see how desperate I am to be inside her? Or is she begging me to do the unthinkable? “I’ll put this lamp to good use if you don’t give me my answer on the count of five. One…”

In an instant, her brow creases. Eyebrows shooting down. Eyes slammed shut .

“Good girl.”

She opens them then, blue eyes glossed over. Furious too.

Losing to me hurts.

“I’ll kiss it better.” Terror returns, flashing over her face. I don’t remember the last time I laughed, if ever. I chuckle now, the sound is wicked. “When I’m ready.”

She growls, but wisely stays in place. She’s a lifelike doll, allowing me to spread her legs apart and position her as I see fit.

Heading to the kitchen, I almost smile to myself. I have no regrets. None.

Why would I when my cruelty makes her wet?

A lighter is waiting for me in one of the cupboards where I hid it. Inside a silver mixing bowl.

My painful erection is tenting my sweats as I set both items on the counter. Loving Shiloh had been a constant itch while I was locked up. A never-ending headache. A snake’s bite that’d spread poison throughout my body for years.

I’m no stranger to pain. In fact, I welcome it. I’m here to take her. And she’s here for it. All of it.

My fucked-up existence belongs to her, and she is mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Last but not least, ice.

That was here since I moved in. Lukewarm water offends me.

The cubes clink into the bowl, filling it up.

Perfect.

When I materialize in the doorway to our bedroom, my heart nearly stops in my chest. Shiloh hasn’t moved an inch. She’s in the same position, down to her spread legs.

Her taut nipples are an invitation. Her arousal begs to be licked.

Then there’s her gaze. Her eyes are drawn to my abs, the blue in them darkening. My body is a momentary distraction before she sees what I have in my hands.

Her chest heaves. Goosebumps race over her soft skin.

What’s that? she asks wordlessly.

“That, my precious victim, is a lighter.” As I step closer, I roll the wheel. Fire sparks.

Disappears the moment I get my fill of Shiloh’s panicked stare. Her body frozen in place.

“Such a good fucking girl.” I’m standing near the edge of the bed, jingling the mixer bowl. Letting her hear its contents rattling inside it. “I brought ice cubes with me. Sure, I could take your pussy with my cock. Could make you cry, make you hate yourself for coming for a monster. It’d mess up this pretty little head of yours. That’s a guarantee.”

A hum through her gag. The fabric is getting darker, her spit soaking it. There aren’t too many things as beautiful and alluring as watching Shiloh being stripped of her power.

And my hoodie isn’t the only part of her that’s soaking.

“Except that’ll be boring as fuck.” I place the bowl on the bed on the other side of her. Take a seat next to her leg that’s closer to me. “Worse than that. It’ll be predictable. I might even yawn.”

Her thighs strain when I bring the lighter to her opening. She’s swollen and pink, so wet she’s dripping into the bed. She should be punished for being a temptation.

For almost— almost —interfering with my plans.

She will.

“What I have in store for you isn’t boring at all.” When I start dragging the lighter in and out of her pussy, her whole body jolts. Her muscles flex, her pussy clenching. Resisting it has to hurt. I’ve never been one to be opposed to pain. “Look at you. Trying to fuck the lighter.”

Helpless, delicious sounds slip past her gag, rattling my bones. I shove the lighter as far as it’d go, then pull it out of her.

I stare at Shiloh, studying her with my head cocked to the side.

It takes one, two, three tries to light up the soaked lighter. I’m a persistent fucker and nothing gets in my way. Nothing will stop me when it comes to her.

We’re both ensnared by the flame for the long seconds I keep my thumb on the wheel .

Time passes and then I’m sure the metal is hot enough. I snuff out the fire. Press my lips and blow so the metal won’t burn her.

“I have no use for your cunt if it’s damaged. It’ll stay in one piece,” I explain through clenched teeth.

That’s the last straw for her when I lower the heated lighter between her thighs.

Her cries turn into something that sounds a lot like, please . Her legs close.

Her fear and desperation are palpable, and I’m eating both right the fuck up.

“No, no, no.” I spread her back open, being ruthless as I shove the lighter in and out of her. As I violate her cunt. “Be good.”

Her body trembles. She’s shaking her head, thrashing it from left to right. An orgasm builds inside her regardless of how hard she’s trying to get me off her.

I’ve been studying her for days. I know her tells. What she looks like when she’s close.

She is. Being fucked by a hot lighter does that to her.

Not me. A lighter.

What the hell. I’m not supposed to be jealous of the motherfucking object.

Except I am. Because she’s coming on it.

Shiloh’s back arches up off the bed, her tears soaking her temples as she murmurs, “No, no, no.”

“Why bother lying?” I can barely get the words out, I’m so wound up. So consumed by how she reacts to the sickest parts of me. “Pretending you don’t want this. You can’t hide from me. Your cunt sucks me in. I bet…” I bite my bottom lip, groaning as Shiloh’s arousal drips down my hand. I continue to pump her with the lighter, despite the overwhelming jealousy. “That if I lit it up inside you, you’d come even harder.”

“No!” she screams through my hoodie. Still gasping for air. Still coming down from the high. “No!”

“Yes. Another day.” I won’t. But fuck, that fear in her eyes.

My restraint is hanging by a thread. A live wire about to snap. I wanted to elongate our game. Torture her over and over. Fire and ice. Ice and fire. One orgasm chasing the other.

Impossible.

I’m out of my sweats and on top of her fast, throwing the lighter somewhere in the room. Shiloh hardly realizes I’m hovering over her, her pained gaze slightly lost. It focuses on me the second I push the first ice cube into her pussy.

The abrupt switch from hot to cold has her nostrils flaring. Her body stills, a living statue as I slip the ice cube as deep as it will go.

“That’s it.” I stroke her temple, rough knuckles on soft skin. “That’s what pain looks like. And shock. Fuck, you’re stunning when you’re hurting. No one’s ever worn an emotion as beautifully as you do.”

To the sounds of her anguished moans, I trail my fingers up and down her cold pussy. In and out of her. The ice melts, and my cock thickens as the ice water trickles out of her.

I lean in, adding to her pain by sinking my teeth into her neck. Sucking on her skin. Leaving another mark among many .

“You can take another ice cube before I stuff you with my cock.” We’re both panting and moaning. I bend down to her breasts, biting and licking her nipple. Pain and comfort. Another mind-fuck. “It’ll hurt. But you’ll take it, won’t you?”

She doesn’t answer with a yes or no. Doesn’t nod or shake her head. I reach for another ice cube anyway, and push it inside her. No foreplay this time. No seeing if it fits.

None of that.

The ice goes straight inside. Stretching her.

She screeches, finally shaking her head. She’s grinding on my hand, her hips working to get more of me inside her. Her eyes roll as her moans get louder.

“Look at me.” This part has nothing to do with torture. This is me, needing her eyes on me. My chest aches with how much I need it.

She’s exhausted. Dazed. Her eyes slide lower from the ceiling to me.

Slower than I would’ve liked.

I have one hand cupping her pussy, keeping the ice inside. With the free one, I grab her chin and tip it up.

“When I tell you to look at me, you look. At. Me.”

She opens her mouth wider, lips parting on the wrung hoodie. Her eyelashes flutter.

Please, take it off. Please, kiss me.

This isn’t part of the game.

I shouldn’t yield to her.

I do.

I pull the hoodie down, letting it hang around her neck.

“Kaleb. ”

“Shut up.”

Whatever she has to say, she’ll have to let her body do the talking for her. Those swollen, glistening lips are mine. I’m beyond self-control. Past anything other than crushing my mouth to hers, kissing her for all I’m worth.

We kiss as if there’ll be no more after this one. Our tongues swipe and taste one another. We tilt our heads, changing angles to deepen the kiss. To reach into the other person’s soul, it feels like.

For years, I’d been convinced that I wasn’t born with one.

Even the staff at Berkshire thought I wasn’t. That I was the boogeyman incarnate. They treated me as you would a great white shark. Cautiously. From a safe distance. Not like a person to be cared about.

It’d taken Dr. Reynolds six years to see me in his clinic without handcuffs on my wrists and ankles.

When I’m with Shiloh, I see that I do have a soul. She owns it. She knows how to wake it. How to control it.

I couldn’t resist her if I tried.

“There’ll be no one else for you.” I suck in a breath, shoving my cock inside her.

Fuck, that’s cold. The ice. Her cunt. Nowhere to run. Between her tight pussy and the ice cube, I have no choice but toaccept the sensations. The pain.

We’re sharing it, drowning in it. Lost to it.

“No one.” I lift my hips. Slam back into her. “Oh, fuck .” Again. “No one else, Shi. This cunt is mine.”

“Yours.” Her voice is hoarse, hitching every time I rut into her. “Only”— thrust —“ever”— fuck, that’s good —“yours.”

“If you so much as look at another man, he’s dead.”

The cheap bed rattles. My dick is soaked and thickening inside her. She gasps as my barbell grazes her sensitive pussy.

God, I love being inside her. Love wrapping my hand around her throat and cutting off some of her air supply.

“If you so much as think of another man, I’ll chop his fingers off, put them in a blender. I’ll make you drink them.”

Of course I won’t. I say this shit and rub her clit just the way she likes to turn her on. To get her to give me another orgasm. She’s close, her pussy gripping me tighter, and I find her lips again, groaning into her mouth.

She screams into mine, her climax resounding all through my body. Imprinting her essence into my bones.

My orgasm follows soon after, and I shoot my cum into Shiloh in quick, harsh strokes. The ice has melted all over my dick. My orgasm mixes with hers.

“Nothing’s better than this.” Her eyebrows scrunch, so I continue, “This, being together. Even in this shitty place. Even while we’re on the run. Sharing the same air as you is the best thing to have ever happened to me, Shiloh.”

I untie my hoodie, remove it from around her neck, and kiss her. Pull her into my arms and kiss her over and over.

She’s cold, slight tremors coursing through her and my protective side is in full force. I draw the covers over us, hug her close. My lips press to her temple. Her arms wrap around my neck.

We have a lifetime of this waiting for us. A compensation for years of being torn apart. Of suffering .

“I still can’t believe you’d say that.” Her fingers dig into my skin. As if I’m going anywhere without her. “After everything I’ve put you through. That being with me is the best part.”

“You’ve made this life worth living.” I tip her chin up, knowing that wherever we go, we’ll be together. Preferably a country that has skies the color of her eyes. The only shade of blue that exists for me. “You, little sister.”

More questions surface in her eyes. More pain and self-reprimand.

I won’t have it.

I have a hand around the back of her neck, bringing her forehead to my shoulder. Her lips are hot on my skin. Our bodies are as close and connected as our souls.

“You’ve done the same for me, Kaleb. You make it all worth it.” Her hot breath tickles my skin, her hesitation as sweet as hearing the words “Big brother.”