Page 28 of Love & Betrayal

He tightly gripped my chin, pulling me so close we nearly touched noses. “You serve me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”I fucking hate you!

“Lay down.” He nodded to the king-sized bed in his playroom. “Show me your pussy like a good little girl.”

My eyes slammed shut briefly, then I complied with his order. After I was situated, I gave him what he wanted.

His heated gaze darkened as his tongue darted across his lower lip. He crawled onto the mattress, dipping his head between my legs. “You make me crazy.” Donovan bit the inside of my thigh, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He glanced up at me, a calculating glint in his eye right before he slapped my pussy. I jerked away, tingles of pain dancing through me.

“You willalwaysbelong to me, Giselle. The only other men allowed to touch you are ones that I sell you to.” He smacked me again, and I dug my fingers into the black comforter.

“You can’t hide it from me, I know you like the pain. You get off on it. Your cunt is dripping wet. Admit it, you’re all ready for me, sis.”

“I’m not your sister,” I bit out.

“My cock gets so fucking hard when you talk back.” He backed off the bed and unzipped his slacks, freeing his long dick. “You’ve been talking shit and getting me off since you were twelve, and here you are spread apart, still serving me.” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and stroked. “I love fucking my sister. You’re my dirty little secret, aren’t you?” His mouth parted slightly as I watched him.

I squirmed on the bed, hating him with everything inside me. After all these years of abuse, Donovan knew my body better than anyone, and he could make me orgasm in seconds no matter how hard I fought. Fighting seemed to make him even happier with the achievement.

Turning my head, I focused on the wall of sex toys, trying to block him out.

“Look at me.” He returned to the bed, then lowered his head between my thighs and ran his tongue up my slit.

I gasped, despising myself for letting him know the effect that move had on me.

“That’s it.” He dove in, licking my sensitive skin and worshiping my clit. He slid a finger inside me, his sadistic enjoyment evident as I writhed beneath his skilled mouth.

“I hate you. I hate you.”

He groaned, then dug one hand into my hip, pulling me closer and sucking on my bundle of nerves as he massaged my G-spot.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. My body had completely taken over, leaving my heart and mind in the ditch. I closed my eyes and allowed Zayne’s face to flicker through my mind. Maybe I couldn’t escape Donovan and his twisted games physically, but mentally? Donovan couldn’t control my thoughts. I focused on Zayne, visualizing him between my legs, coaxing an orgasm from me.Oh, God, that’s better. I allowed myself to imagine that it was Zayne’s mouth, his hands. I bit my lip, willing myself not to whisper the bodyguard’s name. I couldn’t allow Donovan to know I was thinking about Zayne.

Unable to withstand it any longer, I jerked and tensed with my unwilling release as I cried out, Zayne’s face and muscular body at the forefront in my imagination.

“I will always win,” Donovan said as he stood on his knees and flipped me over as though I weighed nothing. He lifted my ass in the air, then he ran the tip of his cock over my soaking slit. The sound of him ripping open a condom reached my ears. With a quick, hard shove, Donovan entered me. However, instead of pummeling into me, he took it nice and slow, hitting the sensitive places deep inside my slick walls.

“So tight and wet for me, sis.”

Zayne.

I bet he treated his women right in the bedroom. Securing my thoughts to my bodyguard again, I escaped the monster raping me.

Donovan picked up his pace, and the sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the area. The heavy scent of sex reached my nose, and my stomach rolled. As hard as I was trying to imagine Zayne inside of me, it was difficult, but I continued my attempts. Before I realized it, I came again, despair and self-loathing following in its blissful wake.

Donovan slammed into me, slapping my ass cheek. He pulled out of me, then forced himself into the other hole. “I’ll claim your cunt and your tight asshole.”

This time when I bit my lip, I drew blood. This was the rest of my punishment, anal without lube. I would be sore and torn up for days. Donovan had upped the consequences for being late, and I wasn’t sure why.

“Giselle,” he barked, his word vicious and cold. “Tell me what you are.”

The tears returned as he slammed into me. “I’m your dirty little whore,” I whispered.

“Keep going.”

“I love fucking my brother, especially when he shoves his dick into my ass.” I choked on the words, wishing I were dead. Not even Zayne could save me.

“You’re a dirty little bitch.” Donovan panted. “No one will ever own you like I do. Say it!”

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