Page 5 of Bred Hard

He inhaled and flicked his eyes open. “We’re already dangerous. If we were twins, we would be one.” He pushed off the door and turned to face it. “I know it’s been a while for you.”

I studied his features, on the hunt for the lie seething between his teeth, but as I leaned into the wall, the sparkle of his poison-tipped gaze told nothing but the truth.

I shrugged. “Not that long.”

“Oh, having fun without me?” A glint of light touched his eyes as he cut his gaze toward me. “I knew therapy couldn’t help you. Nothing can. You demented bastard.”

Only three people on this earth knew why I went to therapy, butonly Silas knew the real reason behind it. I had an unhinged hunger for witnessing the fear in women’s eyes when I forced their legs open. I needed to hear them scream when I fucked them, and nothing made me blow my load harder than when they tried to fight me the entire time. When they tried to escape, the monster looked into their soul.

“Please, please…Silas.” The drowned-out, muffled words rolling off Tabitha’s lips broke our veil of silence, and the sound of her nails clawing at the door was like music to my ears.

“Cry all you want, little lamb. There’s no salvation for whores like yourself.” He cut his gaze back to me. “Isn’t that right, bro?”

I felt every nerve in my body awaken as the pounding stopped. Silas stepped away from the door, and I took his place. Tabitha didn’t fear Silas as much as she feared me because I’m the one who forcefully stole her virginity the night she screwed us. It enraged me, and I wanted nothing more than to break her fucking soul into a million pieces, so I took the one thing that mattered so much to her. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it, and neither was she. Silas heard her pleas that night as I pumped into her tight cunt, but he just watched, with his hand over her mouth, contentment frozen into his features. Her cries soon seized and turned into a sonnet of pleasure as I made her come over and over. She hated it. I knew she did. But the more she fought, the harder I fucked.

The distant memory had my parched tongue darting out between my lips to catch the trail of salvia. An unhinged delight licked at my heart as I touched the handle and opened the closet. The steam of light from the hallway lit up the small space, and I found our little Tabby perched against the farthest wall, her knees closed tight, with her fingers strangled around the hem of her skirt. My gaze snaked along the length of her, stopping at her trembling cocksucking plump lips.

“Save some tears for me,” Silas said as he closed the door.

The stream of light died as the door latched shut, but I didn’t need light to take what I wanted. To take what I’ve been craving for the past five years. Nothing had been able to satiate my appetite, the internal hunger that never seemed to cease. Her pathetic whimpers coated the air as I stalked forward.

“Shh,little lamb. I promise I won’t make it hurt too bad,” I said as I pulled my leather belt through the loops of my slacks.

I whipped it against the floor of the closet, and she jumped. An audible gasp fell off her lips and even in the darkness, I could see the tremors rolling over her shoulders. The belt buckle clanked when it touched the floor and the sound of me unzipping my pants stretched the length of the small space. It was riveting, and my cock pulsed, eager to kiss Tabitha’s nice hot wet cunt. Squeezing my throbbing cock made a slow growl crawl up my throat and spill off my lips. And she whimpered.

With my thumb pressed on her bottom lip, I let my forehead rest on hers. “Turn. Face the wall. You know I fuck you harder when I’m able to choke you nice and good.”

She stalled her movements for a moment, and then slowly turned to face the wall. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, with the aid of a blue hue fanning out from the pest control plug-in on the wall to the left of us. I placed my foot between her ankles and forced her legs farther apart, my other hand like a vise in her soft tresses.

“Is that dirty hole wet for me?” I pulled her head back until she exposed her throat to me. “I hope not because I love it when my thrust leaves a sting.”

She smelled like trouble, a mixture of sweetness with tart. The pads of my finger gripped her panties and tore them to shreds. The tattered fabric floated to her ankles. With my nose burrowed in the nape of neck, I inhaled, the seconds passing until I branded her once more. Until I bred her like the little fuck muffin she was. My fingers snaked around her throat themoment I lined the tip of my leaking flesh up to her slit. I pushed forward, her voice quavering at the intrusion.

“Tell me, does Father fuck you like I do?” I pulled out, then rammed back inside. My fingers cinching her throat like barbed wire.

She tried to speak, but her words broke apart, like pieces of a puzzle hitting the floor. The pulse in the column of her throat beat against the palm of my hand as I impaled her insides like a disposable fuck doll. I fucked her hard, and her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. I wanted her to cry out, to lick the tears seeping from the corner of her eyes, but instead the sounds falling off her lips were hungry moans, and her cunt dripped for me. Her own flesh and blood. Her brother.

“Look at you. That dirty cunt of yours begging for my cock. You sick fucking slut.”

A sob wrenched from her throat as I hammered her with no remorse and the sounds of her sodden pussy against my pulsing flesh made every corded muscle in my body flex.

“That’s it. Take it, slut. I’m going to fill you so good that every time you take a damn step, you’ll drip like the nasty cum disposal you are.”

The base of my spine tingled, my release coming over me like a dark cloud, and I plummeted into her. The only sounds coming from her lips were muddled words and labored breaths due to my hard pounding. As I slid my fingers through the slits of her own, I released, my seed filling her up to the brim. It was hot, sticky, and thick. I let her go limp in my arms, her head falling back against my chest as her knees weakened. I stood there in the dark closet, the sweet scent of perverted incest sex in the air.

“Silas said you’ve been causing trouble for us. Clean up your mess or the next time I shove my cock in your cunt, you’ll really be crying tears of pain.”

I pushed her into the wall and turned on my heel to open thedoor. Sawyer had found a comfortable spot on the floor a few feet away, a sly grin permanent on his face.

Chapter 4

Tabitha

I

woke from my nap, my gaze hazy with Sawyer and Silas standing over my bed. I had an early morning cheer practice. Although I was hundreds of miles away from my private college I refused to break my practice

streak and with Father’s help I was allowed to train with the college cheer team in our town. In the end it actually worked out because I got to teach their cheer captain a thing or two. I forgot how tall they were, and now they seemed taller and bigger, towering over my bed with their sinister glares. I didn’t get a lick of sleep last night, after Sawyer tormented and fucked me hard in the closet. I hated the way he made me feel, that my body obliged when he spread my legs open and had his way with me. My sole mission in life has been trying to ruin theirs for all the years of bullying I endured at their hands, but no matter what I did, they seemed to always win in the end.

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