Page 14 of Like An Animal
I whimper as he pulls back and I lift my head, sweat dripping from my hairline. He grips the hair at the base of my skull, forcing me to look at him.
I can’t help continuing my rebuttal. “We were raised together. We’re a part of the Durst family. Blood doesn’t matter.”
The rage that takes over his face is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before and…it makes me even more wet.
I like it when I make him mad.
His hand hits hard as he slaps me across the face, his fingers leaving a deep imprint on my cheek. Instantly, I find I like it when he’s violent with me. Heat flashes through my body and my cunt spasms around him.
“You want to act like that's true? Fine. I’ll play into your fantasy, little sister.” He thrusts inside me again, his piercings stroking my walls in a delicious tease, and I cry from the pleasure. “Are you a dirty whore for your big brother’s cock?” he rasps in my ear and I shake my head.
Ew. No. That’s just gross.
“Stop it.” More tears fall down my face.
“You don’t like that? I thought that was what you wanted. You’re so focused on whether or not I’m your brother, your family, and if we were raised together. If you don’t want me to call you that, then stop acting like you haven’t been fantasizing about this as long as I have. You’ve been begging me to fuck you. You just haven’t been using your words to do it.”
Then, I throw my head back and scream for mercy as I orgasm, my insides tightening and twisting as he grunts against my throat.
“Fucking hell. You’re definitely my dirty slut, baby, but don’t worry. You’ll get used to it–my size, my piercings, and being constantly filled by my cock…Fuuuuck!” He follows me over the edge, his release shooting off inside me like a million little race horses taking off.
Thank God they won’t reach their destination. My implant prevents that.
CHAPTER 7
THE GHOST
You’ll get used to it.
He doesn’t seriously think that’s going to happen again, does he? It was a one-time thing. Everyone goes through an experimentation phase, right? That was mine.
We fucked.
That’s it.
It was stupid and reckless. What if Kathy or my father heard us? We weren’t exactly quiet. I was literally screaming. Granted, I know his room is soundproofed, but the fear was there.
I always saw myself as someone who would be quiet during sex. I thought it wasn’t a big deal, but that’s the difference between what my father did and what I just experienced with Jeremy. My father raped me. Jeremy fucked me within an inch of my life. We both came so hard I was afraid one of us was going to die.
I’d never orgasmed before. I had tried and failed to get myself off through masturbation and it goes without saying that my sperm donor was out for his own satisfaction.
I see Jeremy as my brother. He may not see me as his sister, but that doesn’t change the truth. He’s my protector, my safe place, and the closest person to me. I can’t separate Jeremy, mystep-brother, from Jer the man and if I can’t, what happened this morning can’t happen again.
The best sex of my fucking life will have to be filed away in the box labeled “The Skeletons In My Closet”.
The entire car ride from the house to the party at Xavi’s place was eventful to say the least. I kept having to swat Jeremy’s hand away every time he tried to either pull me closer or grab my thigh. I swear, he’s stubborn as fuck.
“If you tell anyone about what happened this morning, I willneverspeak to you again,” I warn and climb out of the car before he can do something stupid, like pulling me into him where anyone could see.
Jer rolls his eyes as he gets out of the car and the fucker adjusts himself in his jeans before slipping on his black hoodie. It has the band’s logo on the front and makes it clear he at least works with the band. Very few people know who is behind JMX and we keep that secret close to our chests. That way if they end up getting big, Jeremy, Xavi and Massimo can still lead their lives as they have up to this point. They won’t turn into celebrities.
Their anonymity will remain intact.
Jeremy reaches into the back seat of his car and grabs a wadded up shirt before tossing it to me.
Seriously, my shirt isn’t that damn revealing. It’s just a low-cut v-neck. Yet, he always acts like it will be the end of the world if even a doctor sees my tits. They’re breasts. Half the population of the world has them.
“Do I need to walk in there with my shirtofffor you to see this is okay?” I motion to my minimal cleavage. His gaze drops to where the shadow between my breasts can barely be seen and his eyes narrow before he walks over to me.
