Page 54 of You Were Always Mine
Her hips jerk weakly, but I grip her waist, slamming her down onto me, grinding her harder until the friction makes us both cry out. Her tears streak hot down my throat, mixing with the sweat dripping off me as I rut against her, lost.
“Feel that?” I snarl into her ear, my breath hot, desperate. “That’s what you did to me. That’s how fucking hard I am for you.”
Her broken whimper fuels me, makes me drag her cunt harder over my cock, denim rough against her clit, her panties so soaked they’re useless.
“Fuck, Scar,” I groan, my forehead slamming to hers, our breaths colliding. “I’m gonna tear you apart. I can’t stop. I won’t stop.”
And I keep grinding, harder, crueller, every thrust a vow that I’ll ruin her until she never remembers another man’s touch again.
Her body jerks with every grind, her cries half-sobs, half-moans, her tears hot on my skin. I rut harder, the rough drag of denim against her soaked panties driving me insane, every thrust a pulse of madness I can’t shut off.
“Fuck, Scar…” My broken, guttural voice shook into her mouth. “Tell me?—”
Her eyes flutter open, wide, wrecked, shining with tears.
I slam her down harder, grinding until her clit catches sharp against me, until she cries out, her nails tearing at my back. My forehead crashes to hers, our breaths tangled, ragged, desperate.
“Tell me, baby sister…” I rasp, my words a growl, my cock throbbing mercilessly beneath her. “Are you still a virgin?”
She whimpers, her whole body trembling, her lips parting like she wants to answer but can’t.
I grind again, cruel and slow, making her sob. My grip on her waist bruises, forcing her to feel every inch of me through the soaked barrier.
“Answer me,” I whisper, shaking, wild. “Fuck, Scar—tell me if I’m the first. Tell me I’ll be theonly one.”
Her whole body trembles under my grip, her nails digging into my back like she’s trying to hold on to something that isn’t there. My forehead grinds against hers, my breath tearing out of me as I force the words through clenched teeth.
“Tell me, Scar. Are you still a virgin?”
For a moment, she only sobs, broken, her chest heaving against mine. Then she chokes on the words, spilling them out like a confession she’s been holding back for years.
“Yes—” Her voice cracks, desperate, raw. “Yes, Kai. I am.”
My cock throbs so hard I nearly lose it right there, my vision tunnelling red. I grind her down harder, my growl tearing through the air.
“Fuck…” My hands shake where they bruise her waist, my voice a wrecked whisper. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
Her tears streak hot down my cheek as she sobs, nodding like she’s giving herself to me even as she shakes.
I slam her tighter against me, rutting rough and desperate, whispering filth into her ear, each word more broken than the last.
“I’ll be your first. Your last. The only one you’ll ever fucking take.”
And I don’t know if it’s a promise or a curse?—
but it’s already the truth.
Her broken little yes rips through me like a bullet, and I’m gone. Whatever control I had left is ash.
My hands tear at her panties, yanking the soaked fabric aside so hard the seams scream before giving way. Her gasp rips the air, sharp and wet, but I don’t stop—I can’t.
“Fuck, Scar,” I growl against her mouth, my voice guttural, ruined. “I’m not letting anyone else touch what’s mine. Not ever.”
Her thighs quake around me, her tears still spilling, her hands clawing at my shoulders as I line myself up against her bare pussy. The slick of her, hot and dripping, coats me instantly, sliding over the head of my cock.
She sobs, her breath stuttering. “Kai?—”
“Shhh,” I rasp, my forehead pressing hard to hers as I grind into her folds, teasing that untouched entrance, every nerve in me screaming to bury myself inside. “I’ll be your first. I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”
