You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 101

A shaky breath dragged past her lips as raw fear climbed her gaze. That fear tasted like honey to me.

I wasn't bluffing. I didn't care how hard it was for her to breathe, keep up or function. I wanted her ruined. I wanted to taste her from both ends at once—her mouth and her pussy—while her brain short-circuited trying to obey me.

Her fingers shook as they came up to hold my face. While she held me like she was scared, I didn't ignore the fact that it was the first time she was cupping my face this way.

Look at my fucking masterpiece. She was almost perfect now. Almost the exact shade of fucked up I always wanted in my arms.

I snapped my hips and slammed into her again same time her lips latched back onto mine.

She whimpered right into my mouth, breathy and hot and so fucked up—all of which I gladly took on a trip down my throat.

She was luckier than me, at least. Her moans made it out. Mine didn't make it up my throat, not when my tongue already passed a message not to be disturbed. Every grunt I had bounced back through my dick like a goddamn feedback loop of lust.

I fucked her like a beast too far gone to remember what mercy was. I wanted her so wrecked she'd still be leaking the next day.

She didn't stop moaning, just like she didn't stop kissing me. Fuck, she did it like a good slut, sucking my lips and tongue like it was all she knew.

My cock base was an absolute mess—slick and soaked to hell. But that was the only kind of mess I wanted.

It felt like I was floating. Rali's pussy was the death of my self-control. It dragged my sanity away and I never even wanted it back.

I used to imagine what it'd feel like to have her ride me—her ass and tits bouncing, her mouth open, her cunt swallowing me with every drop of heat in her body.

But no, fuck that. I didn't want to give her that kind of control. Not tonight. I wanted to keep her still and pump into her over and over like I was punishing the part of her that thought she could ever survive me.

Her moans grew louder as my pace fastened. I fucked her like I wanted to kill her.

And then it hit: that high. That violent, toe-curling, back-snapping fucking high.

My body jerked. One final brutal thrust and I stilled, buried to the hilt, letting the cum pour out of me in thick hot waves.

Fucking hell...

I growled into her mouth because she never stopped kissing me. Not for one damn second.

Her desperate pussy caught its own high around the same time I emptied inside her. Her walls clenched hard around me, milking every drop from me like she didn't care if I had anything left.

That was her second orgasm. My cock felt cheated.

It took longer than it should have for my thoughts to stitch themselves back together. My spent cock resting inside her, I reached for her face, grabbed it, and stole the kiss back from her. I sucked it out of her mouth along with the little control I'd just spilled inside her.

Her fingers moved from my jaw to my hair. I mirrored her movement as I gripped her hair and pulled, rough and raw just to hear her tiny whimper.

For minutes, Rali and I just laid there, lips twisted, tongues tangled, breath mingled in that tight, dizzy space between us.

She kissed me until her fingers clutched the roots of my hair.

I kissed her until both hands were under her shirt, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

She kissed me until her pussy started dripping again.

I kissed her until my cock was hard again and took a second trip up favorite lane.

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She laid boneless against me, her head tucked beneath my chin with my arm caged around her.

Her body was so damn small against mine. So soft it made my skin itch. Like she was something fragile I had no business keeping.

The satisfaction of knowing I'd broken her down to this, left her too wrecked to move, was beyond words.

We didn't speak for a while. The kind of silence that felt earned.

Then she cracked it.

"What's your real name?" she murmured, her voice slurred around sleep and something softer.

My chest didn't rise for a second. The question struck a hairline fracture through my ice-veined heart, scratching at a corner I'd deliberately left untouched.

"You know everything about me, Void. But I can't say the same about you." Her breath feathered the skin of my chest as she spoke.

My response was delayed. "You already called my name."

"No..." she exhaled into me. "Void is what the world calls you. It's fake. I want to know what you were before this."

Normally, I'd have shut her down by now. Maybe snapped. Maybe told her to keep her fucking mouth shut and use it for better things. But tonight, Rali had earned the sane side of me.

She pressed on when I remained quiet. "I've always been curious. From...the foster home. I've always wanted to know your name. Or...or what happened to you, at least."

She shifted to adjust herself on top of me and her hair brushed against my chest.

Then, she asked it.

"Were you...abused as a child? Is that it?"

It took everything in me not to laugh.

"I wasn't beaten, starved, or locked in a cellar, Green," I said flatly. "I was loved, respected and feared. This isn't one of your cliche villain stories."

I dipped my chin and let my lips ghost over her hair. "Nobody broke me."

I felt her still in my arms. The surprise rolled off her skin like heat, like her entire idea of me had just taken a turn.

I wanted more even after six perfect shots. I craved the sound of win.

The string kissed my cheekbone as I took aim again. I was about to let the arrow fly when a man tore into the field, panting and calling her name.

"Dominica!"

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Another memory dragged me backward and slammed me into the dark.

In this one, I was nine.

Mama and I stood facing a man in chains and suspended from the ceiling. His legs barely held him up anymore. Mucus mixed with tears and dripped from his face.

Andres was an old worker of mama. He'd been working with her long before she had me and had gained a certain level of respect. But today, he messed up.

"I'm so sorry, Dominica. I was distracted."

The room was crawling with Mama's men. Some counted what little was salvaged from the ambush while others just waited for a command.

A lot of mama's drugs had been stolen. Andres had been distracted and gave the enemies a chance to attack one of Mama's warehouses.

But I doubt that was the reason he was hung up from the ceiling as Mama had been less concerned about the missing product.

"Anak ti impyerno!" She cursed him. "My son was almost taken by those bastards! If he didn't get lucky, I'd have lost him!"

I had luckily escaped the kidnap, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that the devils almost touched her boy.

She reached for her gun and clicked off the safety.

My heart should've pounded. It should've recoiled.

But it didn't.

Instead, I tilted my head slightly and offered, "Pusken ti tumeng na pay laeng." «shoot him in the knees first.»

Mama paused mid-aim.

"Basaak idi kalman, agsakit gayam unay." «I read some days ago that it hurts a lot.»

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I pulled myself back into reality, my heart rioting too hard for a man who hadn't moved.

Rali was still curled on my chest, warm and breathing slow, waiting for an answer I'd never give.