Page 108 of Boy of Ruin
My body is flush against hers in seconds, my hands planted on either side of her head, her breasts pressed against my chest.
“Hmm?” I ask her, angling my head as I stare into her beautiful eyes. “Is that what you need, baby?”
She bites her lip and I feel my dick swell in my pants. “Yeah,” she whispers, my blood heating with her consent. “Yeah, I do.”
I dive down, my mouth on hers. She parts her lips, moaning against me as I grind into her, pressing my thigh between her legs.
She starts to push herself onto me, bucking her hips up and down.
“That’s right, baby, use me, too.”
She smirks, and I feel it on my mouth, my eyes locked on her beautiful gray ones. “Don’t be gentle with me,” she pleads. “I think you know you won’t break me, J.”
I stare at her a second, holding my breath. My hands are itching to be all over her, to make her feel. Make her hurt.
But she’s pregnant, and I already carved my name into her fucking skin. Held a knife to her throat.
If she wants me to hurt her…I’d hate to let her down.
“How bad? How bad do you want me to hurt you?” I ask her, my eyes locked on hers, hands still planted on either side of her head. I press my thigh further against her and her eyes flutter closed just for a second.
Then she bites her lip, meeting my gaze. “What do you want to do?” she counters, like she did last night before I carved my name into her skin.
I bring my mouth to her ear. “Hit you,” I tell her honestly, thinking of how good it would feel to dominate her again. She’s always challenged me, at every turn. Getting her to submit to me again would be fucking heaven in this hell.
Her breath catches in her throat. For a moment, she doesn’t speak.
Then she says, “Do it.”
My stomach flips, my heart racing.
Then I step back, and she frowns, opening her mouth no doubt to ask me what the fuck I’m doing, but I grab her throat, yanking her toward me. “Get on your fucking knees, sis.”
She goes to do just as I said, her eyes narrowed but a smirk playing on her mouth. I don’t let go of her, though, and she can’t get on her knees because she’ll fucking choke herself on my hand if she does.
“J,” she whispers, but that smirk is still there, and I know in this moment, she isn’t afraid of me. Not like she used to be.
I like that.
But I also…don’t.
I move my hand from her throat, spin her around and shove her against the glass door of the cabin. She catches herself on her palms, her breath coming out in a rush. I hold her still with one hand on the back of her neck, trail my other down her back, to her thigh, then up, feeling the soft flesh of her ass.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I whisper, kneading her flesh as I press closer to her, pinning her to the door.
“No,” she agrees. “Because I wanted my brother to fuck me this morning.” Her tone is pouty, like she’s a spoiled fucking brat, which she is.
I laugh, reaching between her thighs, cupping her pussy with my whole hand. “Did you?” I ask her, stepping back to look at her. I shove her shirt up, holding it against the back of her neck as I keep her in place.
I see the soft curve of her spine. Think of all the times I’ve wanted to fucking break her, but right now? Right now, I just want to give her exactly what she wants.
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs, her cheek pressed against the side of the glass.
“Show me,” I taunt her. “Bend over and show me where you want your brother, sis.”
She seems to stiffen, the muscles in her back shifting, but then she does as I ask. She bends over, stepping back slightly, into my hand, her head still against the glass, but now I have better access.
Now I can fucking see her.
