Page 82 of You Were Always Mine
The sound that tears out of me is nothing but begging. A mess. A confession. A prayer.
And I know he’s smiling when he whispers, “Good girl. Louder.”
It rips out of him like a growl, low and violent, his restraint splintering in one brutal second—and then he’s moving, slamming into me so hard my scream shatters in my throat.
The mirror rattles behind me, glass quivering with every thrust, and my fingers claw for anything, his shoulders, his hair, his skin—too much, too deep, too fucking filthy. My body jerks with every drive of his hips, every wet slap echoing through the funhouse until I don’t know if the sound is me breaking or him.
“Kai—” His name cracks out of me like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. I can’t stop saying it, can’t stop sobbing it, my voice ragged and desperate. “Oh my God—Kai?—”
His mouth crashes against mine, swallowing the rest, tongue brutal, teeth dragging. His hand is locked at my throat, not enough to cut, just enough to remind me I’m his, that I begged for this. His other hand digs into my thigh, nails biting, forcing me open, keeping me there while he takes every filthy inch of me.
“You wanted this,” he spits against my mouth, his words a fever, his breath fire. “Begged for this. And now you’re mine.”
I can’t even deny it—I’m soaked, clenching, sobbing, wrecked around him. Every thrust rips another brokensound out of me, every filthy whisper tears down what little pride I had left.
And all I can do is cling to him, crying into his mouth, into his shoulder, into the shadows, whispering his name like it’s the only word I have left.
His cock drags through me so deep I see stars, the stretch burning and perfect, the filthiest possession tearing me apart until I’m nothing but sobs and slick and the wet sound of him pounding into me.
“Kai—fuck, your cock—” The words choke out of me, shameless, strangled, my voice breaking on a moan I can’t stop. “It’s too much, I can’t?—”
He snarls into my mouth, slamming me harder, my back arching against the mirror as if I could crawl away from it, from him, but he holds me there, pinning me like prey. His hand tightens at my throat, his hips driving mercilessly until I’m convulsing around him, my body betraying me, snapping like glass under the weight of him.
And then I shatter, screaming his name, clinging to his shoulders, to his hair, my whole body breaking apart around his cock while he growls filthy words against my skin—mine, my little fucking sister, mine.
I sob through it, every pulse of release dragging me deeper under him, ruined and trembling and wrecked, until the only thing I know is Kai inside me, Kai breaking me open, Kai owning me.
His cock is relentless, sliding in and out of me so wet it’s obscene, the slick sound echoing in the cracked funhouse like a filthy soundtrack to how ruined I am. I’m still trembling, still pulsing around him from the orgasm that shattered me, and he doesn’t stop—he pounds me through it, grinding deeper, grinding harder, dragging more broken cries out of my throat.
I can feel him everywhere, the thick stretch splitting me apart, the heat of him spearing me open until my thighs are shaking, my nails carving red crescents into his shoulders as if I could hold myself together. I’m dripping for him, soaking him, every thrust making it wetter, messier, a flood between us that makes him groan against my throat like he’s gone feral for it.
“You hear that?” he snarls in my ear, his cock slamming into me hard enough I gasp, sobbing at the impact. “That’s you, Scar. That’s how fucking wet you get for me. For your brother.”
The word twists like a knife but I moan anyway, broken and shameful, my body clenching down on him, sucking him deeper, begging without words while he ruins me.
His cock won’t stop.
Every thrust just drives me higher again, when I didn’t think there was anything left to give, when I swore my body couldn’t break any further. I’m still fluttering around him, still soaking, and it’s so wet between us it feels like I’m melting down his length. Every time he pulls out, the slick drag makes my whole body spasm; every time he slams back in, I scream like I’m being split open.
My voice is gone, raw from begging, but he keeps wringing new sounds out of me—whimpers, sobs, choked cries that echo off the broken mirrors around us. His cock is brutal, unrelenting, pushing me into that sweet agony where the tears and the pleasure blur until I don’t know where one ends and the other begins.
I claw at him, nails raking down his back, desperate for something to hold on to. He catches my wrists and pins them above my head, fucking me harder, wetter, filthier, until I’m thrashing under him. “Can’t take it,” I gasp, butI’m lying, because my body clamps down around him like it never wants to let go.
He growls against my mouth, swallowing every broken plea. “You’ll take it. You’ll take every fucking drop until you can’t think of anyone but me.”
And then he grinds deep, so deep I choke on a scream, my whole body convulsing as another orgasm rips me apart, and still—still—he doesn’t stop. His cock keeps driving into me, using the flood of my wetness to force me into more, and more, and more, until I’m gone, nothing but tears and soaking, begging wrecked words that don’t even sound like mine.
I can’t close my eyes.
I want to. God, I want to let go, to drift, to shut it out—but he won’t let me. His cock keeps driving into me, every stroke wetter, filthier, crueller, until I’m gasping for air and clawing at the ground beneath us. My vision’s blurred with tears, but his face stays sharp, his eyes on me like he’ll drag me back from the edge if I dare fall under.
“Look at me,” he snarls when my head tips back. His hand fists in my hair, forcing my gaze to his. “Don’t you dare pass out on me, Scar. You’re gonna feel every second of this.”
I sob, the sound breaking, wrecked. My thighs are shaking, my cunt so wet around him it’s obscene, the slap of his cock inside me echoing off the mirrors like a punishment I can’t escape. Every thrust wrings another scream out of me, high and helpless, and still he doesn’t stop, his hips crashing into mine with merciless rhythm.
“I can’t—Kai, I can’t,” I choke out, my body convulsing, my pussy spasming so tight I can barely breathe.
He grinds deeper, his cock stretching me to the point of pain, whispering against my ear with breath hot andragged. “You can. You fucking will. Because you’re mine, Scar. Every tear, every moan, every orgasm—you give them all to me.”
