Page 58 of Like An Animal
He’s such a prick.
Before I can move to sit right, he climbs on top of me forcing my arms behind my back.
“What are you doing?” My eyes widen.
The sound of leather against metal as it wraps around my wrists paints a picture. He must’ve taken off his belt to restrain me.
“Jeremy,” I grunt in warning, but all it does is earn me a hard slap across my ass, one so powerful it sends vibrations through my whole body, especially my pussy. My mind may want to block it out, but my body definitely remembers what he was capable of five years ago and how good it felt. It doesn’t care that he has taken my daughter or that he wants me to watch him absolutely destroy Kyle. It only cares that his hand is only a few inches away from where my body wants him.
I accepted a long time ago that my cunt is broken and its main focus is sex, but this is one of those times I wish it would get its act together. So what if Kyle never managed to get me off and the one man that had is too fucking close to my pussy?
“Shut up or I’ll fuck your ass while your husband watches,” he growls against my shoulder, pressing himself against my ass just enough for me to feel how hard and thick he is.
Oh, fuck.
My brain short circuited for half a second.
I used to care if people knew I let my stepbrother fuck me and fully enjoyed it. It disgusted me to wonder what people would say, but after a month or so, I stopped caring. I can say honestly that I don’t give a shit what Kyle would think. I only said he was my brother and didn’t make the distinction for the step-sibling aspect. He would truly be disgusted with not only me but Jeremy as well. Still, I don’t give a fuck what he would think.
“Winnie,” Kyle groans from across the room and I look at him, a bloody, bruised mess tainting the marble tile floors. “Call him off, please.”
Does he seriously think I have any sway over Jeremy? He has me pinned to the couch and is tying me up. Maybe Jer hit his head a little too hard.
Jeremy grabs my chin and forces my gaze to stay on Kyle as he whispers in my ear.
“Tell me, little ghost. Did this piece of shit ever make you come?” His voice remains level and shame fills me.
I don’t know why it makes me feel like the problem when he asks me that.
“No,” I admit.
“Not once?”
“No. Not once.”
“Hmm. That doesn’t sound right. It took little effort at all for me to get you off. Let’s test that out, shall we?”
What is that supposed to mean?
Jeremy climbs off of me and walks off toward the kitchen leaving us alone. I try my best to get up off the couch, but the position he left me in makes it impossible without the use of my arms. I grunt and groan with every attempt but it yields no results.
Jeremy returns with a knife in his hand before walking over to Kyle, who screams at the sight of the blade.
“No, no, please. I’ll do anything!” he cries for mercy, but Jer doesn’t have a merciful bone in his body. He never has.
Jeremy grabs Kyle’s wrist and pulls it close before he starts cutting. I expected him to stab Kyle, kill him quickly, but instead he removes the skin from his hand, leaving only muscle and tissue on his exposed flesh.
I hiss at how painful that must’ve been, but after a minute of screaming, Kyle went silent as if he passed out. I doubt it killed him. It could’ve, but I don’t think Jeremy would choose for that to be the way Kyle dies.
Jeremy gets up and sets the knife on the coffee table before he stands before me, pulling the skin of Kyle’s hand over his own.
Wait.
No.
He’s not planning to…
Jeremy moves between my legs, rips away my panties and rubs his skin-gloved hand over my completely drenched cunt.
