Page 59 of You Were Always Mine
“That’s it,” I growl, my forehead smashing to hers, sweat dripping into her tears. “Scream for me. Let everyone know who’s inside you.”
Her cunt flutters, spasming, clenching like a fist around my cock. I can feel her fighting it, too sensitive, too raw—but her body betrays her, chasing what she swears she can’t take.
“Don’t fight it,” I rasp, my hand sliding between us, rubbing her clit hard, relentless. “Give me another. You’re mine, Scar. Every scream, every tear, every fucking orgasm—you belong to me.”
Her back arches, her nails tearing bloody lines down my shoulders as her second climax rips through her. She screams my name so loud it cracks, her sobs breaking into moans as her body shakes violently in my arms.
I hold her tight, thrusting through it, forcing her to ride every wave until she’s trembling, ruined, shaking her head like she can’t take anymore.
But I keep whispering filth into her ear, grinding slow now, still buried deep.
“You’ll cum as many times as I want, baby sister. I’ll wring you out until there’s nothing left but me inside you.”
Her scream still echoes, her whole body convulsing around me, and then she’s gone—limp, trembling, collapsing against my chest. Her sobs shatter into brokengasps, her nails slipping weakly from my skin, her legs sliding loose around my waist.
I catch her, clutching her tight, my cock still buried deep inside her, grinding shallow just to feel her flutter one last time. But she’s done. Spent. Wrecked.
Her head falls into my neck, hot tears soaking me, her body shaking as if I’ve torn her apart from the inside out.
“Shhh…” I rasp, my voice wrecked, my breath ragged against her hair. I press kisses into her temple, my hand stroking her damp skin as I hold her tighter. “It’s over, baby. I’ve got you. You’re mine now—every sob, every moan, every breath. Mine.”
She whimpers weakly, broken, her body clinging even in collapse, as if she knows nothing else but me.
And I stay there, still inside her, holding her together while she falls apart, whispering filth and vows against her skin.
“You’ll never belong to anyone else, Scar. You’ll never take another man’s touch. You were made for me, and I’ll remind you every time you breathe.”
Her only answer is a soft, shattered sob, her body trembling in my arms—and it’s enough.
Scarlett
He’s asleep.
For the first time in forever, Kai looks peaceful — none of the sharp lines cutting through his face, none of the fury or hunger that lives in his eyes when he’s awake. Just lashes against his skin, lips parted slightly, a soft rise and fall of his chest.
And I can’t stop staring.
Every inch of him burns into me — the faint stubble shadowing his jaw, the way his hair has fallen across his forehead, the curve of his mouth that I’ve felt against my skin. My brother. My stepbrother. My sin.
Oh God.
My chest tightens, panic slamming into me as the memories come flooding back — his hands, his voice, the way I begged, the way I let him. My thighs ache; my body still raw and swollen from what we did. From what I wanted.
“Oh, fuck…” I whisper into the dark, clutching at the sheets like they can hold me together. “Oh, fuck, what have we done?”
The shame claws at me, deeper, louder, dragging me under until I can barely breathe. I want to run. I want to scrub my skin raw. I want to forget.
And then, without opening his eyes, his voice cuts through the dark — rough, heavy with sleep, but still that same dangerous rasp.
“Scar…” His lips barely move, but it’s enough to freeze me. “Stop watching me sleep.”
His fingers lace through mine before I can pull away, big, warm, steady — like he means to anchor me when all I want is to drift far, far away from this bed, this house, this skin I can’t crawl out of.
And God, it fits. His hand swallowed mine as if it was built for it, as if it belonged there, and as if I belonged there.
But it’s wrong.
It’s wrong.
