Page 21 of Bloodmoon Ritual

“You could have been killed!” he shot at me, and I heard his teeth grind.

“Ouch!” I yowled.

My ass was really stinging now, the whole skin of my backside one throbbing wail of pain.

And in his rage I felt Rhyder yank down my panties to my ankles, completing my awful humiliation as he raised his hand high and landed another powerful, angry blow on my ass.

Crack!

I howled with fury, pain radiating across my whole backside and down my legs all the way to my ankles.

“Stop, you fucking psycho!” I shrieked, kicking ineffectively at him, white-hot bursts of pain in my vision.

Suddenly he flipped me around on the bike so I was sitting on the console facing him, his eyes scanning my face.

My ass hurt like amotherfuckeras it collided with the hard metal of the console.

Godsdamn him!

In this direction, I was trapped between his big legs, and I struck out with my bare foot, connecting with Rhyder’s ribs.

When it didn’t have any effect, I kicked him again, as hard as I could, aiming for his chin.

He captured it easily, my foot looking ridiculously tiny in his bare hands.

“Sister,” he said, and even I wasn’t too furious to notice how he looked at me.

Starving.

“What do you want?” I snapped hysterically, the welts on my sore ass rubbing painfully against the seat.

“You know what I want,” my twin said, his fingers tightening gently on my dirty foot. “The same thing I’ve always wanted.You.”

I felt uncomfortably heated, almost crying with fury as I yanked my panties back up over my ass.

“Out here, guys don’t just claim their sisters.”

“We’re not staying out here, Temperance. I’m taking you back with me and never letting you out of my fucking sight ever again.”

“What about your wife?” I shot at him.

He looked blankly at me, his big thumb massaging the arch of my foot.

“Your wife?” I pressed. “Other concubines? What are they going to say if you bring me back?”

“Awife?” he asked, like he didn’t understand the word.

“Yes, Rhyder,” I said impatiently. “you’re a big boy now. You’re almost 27. I know you’re old enough to have a wife.”

He looked at me like I had two heads and seven ears, then he gestured down to his crotch. “As if my cock could ever get hard for any woman other than you!”

I didn’t want to look down but it was impossible not to when my brother thrust his hips forward with a dirty carnal motion.

There was a thick heavy weight there, pressing between my open thighs now.

I swallowed convulsively. I could feel his cock on my bare thigh, thankfully covered by his thick work pants, but it still made my heart pound fast, the size and heavy power like the rest of my brother: implacable, unmovable, overpowering.

“You haven’t had sex?” I asked, scooting back on the bike until my ass hit the bars, hoping to shock him, maybe force him to accept that I was tainted by my time in the Unsaved cities.

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