Page 57 of Sinister

“Anyone’s but yours,” I growl at him. His words hit me harder than I should allow.

“Not what it looked like in your bathroom after you saw my cock” He tilts his head to the side, his unhinged grin playing with me. “I have photo proof, baby.”

“Bullshit.” I push at his chest with my palms, but he doesn’t move an inch.

“But don’t worry, I’ll let you pay me to keep me quiet.” He grips my hair and drags me into the room he just came out of. It’s veiled in darkness with only a slither of light shining through the drapes. Slamming the door, he spins me and pushes me hard against the wall.

“Get on your knees.” His eyes darken.

“Never.” I try to pull out of his grip, ignoring the chills that wrack my body.

“I won’t ask again.” He presses into me, pinning me against the wall.

“Don’t do this.”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want it. I know for a fact if I reach down between your legs, your cunt will be soaking for me.”

He towers over me, his hard cock digs into my lower stomach. “You’re sick.”

“Fight it all you want, but you can’t deny how much you want me inside you. That sick fantasy of being taken advantage of burns deep in your soul. I know you better than you think, Monroe. Let me be your villain. I can be the monster you crave.” His depraved words whisper across my skin and bury themselves inside my mind

His voice echoes through me, his words playing like a nightmare with a horror melody.

“Get on your knees or I’ll show everyone what kind of dirty whore you really are.”

“Don’t do this,” I whisper in defeat. I know I need to get on my knees and do as he says or he’ll leak the photo he has of me.

“You hate that you want this, don’t you? You hate that you ache for me right now, wishing I was buried inside you, giving you what you want. What you crave. Pain and depravity.”

He pushes me to the ground and I allow him to because what fucking choice have I got. I have no idea what he plans with that photo of me but I’m fucking fuming right now. I give in and stare at the bulge that sits a few inches from my face. “Please, Sinisa.” I shake my head and hope my last plea will change his mind.

“The fucking things my name on your lips does to me,” he growls. Gripping my hair at the back of my head in a tight hold, he makes me look up at him.

He unzips his jeans and his huge cock springs free, the diamond piercing on the tip pointing at me.

“Look at you worshiping me on your knees.” He pulls my head forward, so my mouth smashes against his cock.

“Go to hell.” I grit through clenched teeth. I won’t give him the satisfaction of entertaining him with my rage at this point.

“Oh baby, I’m pretty sure you’re about to see me there.” He presses his cock against my lips and holds my head firm with his grip at the nape of my neck. “Part those plump lips for your favorite brother.”

The acidic glare I throw him does nothing to take away the sinister smirk dancing on his face. He’s enjoying this more than he should be. I press my lips together so he can’t enter my mouth and this makes him really fucking mad.

His hand slides to the back of my neck and he squeezes hard, making my lips pop open in pain. He slams his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

“That sound, like music to my ears.” He eases his cock out and plunges back in forcefully.

My hands automatically reach up, gripping his thighs to stabilize myself and to stop me from falling backward into the wall. His strong fingers dig into my skull as he thrusts his cock into my mouth over and over.

He suddenly stops moving and I think it’s finally over and he’s tortured me enough. “Come on, you can do better than that. Show me how much of a slut you are for wanting your brother’s cock in your mouth.” He runs a thumb across my bottom lip, wiping up any of the saliva that has escaped my mouth.

Closing my eyes I begin to suck on his huge dick. I swirl my tongue around the head, wrapping my lips around it and sucking hard. I’m soon lost in the motion of it all, trying to forget who it belongs to, I can’t help but picture him on his bed pleasuring himself. I can feel the throb in my pussy and I squeeze my thighs together to try to stop it because this is fucking all sorts of wrong. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by sucking my brother’s dick. I’m definitely going to hell after this.

“That’s my dirty whore, suck me until I blow my load in your mouth like you dream about every night.” His ruthless thrusts make my jaw ache and my eyes water. I can feel his cock thickening as he fucks my throat, his gaze never leaving me.

Gripping the side of my face in his large hands, he angles my head slightly upward, deep throating me in even, long, controlled strokes until I can feel his release coat the back of my throat.

“Swallow every last drop,” he moans, pressing his dick further into my throat and keeping it there until he releases every last drop. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

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