Page 2 of Bred Hard

“I fucking hate you.”

With parted lips and closed eyes, I increased the vibration.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone how good you took my seed, just like the dirty whore you are.”

My back slumped to the bedsheets, legs high in the air, with my little lilac rabbit vibrating hard on my clit. I didn’t want it to end, but with each degrading insult, the spark of fire soaring through my veins crept me closer to the edge.

“I’m going to fuck and fill every hole you have starting with thatlittle dick-warming mouth of yours.”

My chest rose in pursuit of air as my movements froze, and I swallowed down the moan eager to push past my lips. His last words brought me to my climax, and I squeezed my legs shut, desperate to hold on to the fleeting sensation I craved. Lost in the high of it all, my bubble was popped with the jiggle of my door handle and I shot up.

“Be right out,” I shouted.

“No rush, honey. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t sleeping. Everyone is—”

“Okay, mom, I’ll be down soon,” I said, cutting her off mid-sentence.

I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and removed the headphones before heading to the bathroom.

Taking one last look in the mirror, I fluffed my bangs a little, and applied one more coat of lip gloss before heading downstairs. The moment I opened my door, the cacophony of noises coming from the dining room reached me. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I hadn’t been home in almost four years, and then my dad called and said he had something important to tell me a week before one of our biggest football games of the season. I walked down the stairs, eager to not make a sound as I touched the bottom. It was odd being home, odd looking at the lies on the wall of our family photos, smiling like we were normal. I ran my fingers through the group of tall floor plants as I walked past them and stopped to stare at the photo of Agatha. It was a small 5x8 crystal outlined frame that sat on a vintage wooden table.

Agatha was my nanny for many years. She was like a mother to me, but health problems took her last breath five years ago. The memory of Agatha sometimes slipped my mind until I walked past her photo. I tilted it so it faced the stream of sunlightcoming in from the main corridor and headed toward the dining room. Eager to get my father’s attention as I heard his voice boom from the other side of the door, I froze when I heard another voice. It couldn’t be? Like a sinking ship in the middle of the ocean, my stomach dropped.Silas?

With my bottom lip secure between my teeth, I waited a few minutes on the other side of the door. I haven’t seen my brothers in over four years and I wanted to keep it that way. While I waited, hoping that Silas and my dad would go to another part of the house, John interrupted my hiding by appearing behind me.

“Babe, why are you standing there?” He pressed his palm to the door and pushed it open.

“John, we have family business to discuss tonight. I’m afraid you’ll have to leave,” Father said from across the room.

Sniveling baby that he was, John slinked away without a word. He wasn’t the only one unable to protest. I stood in the doorway, now alone, with Silas’s eyes locked on mine. At that moment, I stopped breathing and the surrounding sounds seemed to evaporate into the air. Most people fear heights, or the dark, but one of my biggest fears was standing right in front of me and his name was Silas Santoro.

Chapter 2

Silas

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y father was still running his fucking mouth when my shit sister entered the dining room with her worthless boyfriend. Anythingmy father was saying went in one ear and out the other the minute I

locked eyes with Tabitha. She looked away and struggled to form a coherent sentence when our mother walked in and asked her a question.

I raised the glass of scotch to my lips and took a sip, my gaze still tethered to hers as I looked over the rim of the glass. She hated it. I know she did, but she was shit at hiding her emotions, and the fear I created was clear as mud across her face.

“Sweetheart,” our mother cooed between inflated lips. “It’s been ages since you’ve seen Silas. Give your brother a hug,” she said, pressing her manicured fingers into Tabitha's lower back.

That’s it, Tabby. Come greet your living nightmare properly.She crept forward, her lips trembling as a dry pit form in her mouth. Her sweet fucking candy scent wrapped around my lungs as she stood inches from me and I inhaled. It was visceral, a scent I forgotten about over the past four years, but smelling it now awakened the monster in me. The monster she was so scared of.

With her bottom lip secure between her perfect little cocksucking lips, she extended her arms, and I pulled her into my embrace in one swift motion. The movement was unexpected, and my cock found joy hearing her bones crack from the inside out at my touch. She hated it. She hated me. She hatedus.

I held her tight, ignoring the passing stares between our parents and the staff. I savored the viselike grip my hands had on her and lowered my lips to the shell of her ear. “Don’t fucking pretend like you’re not happy to see me, Tabby.”

“I’m not,” she snapped back through gritted teeth.

“No? Why? Tell me? Curious minds want to know.”

She didn’t say a word, but turned her head defiantly in the opposite direction. “Fuck you.”

“Just tell me when and I’ll oblige,” I said, forcing my gaze to hers.

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