You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 207

Something clipped my chest.

He lowered his head and my breath went still. My eyes went closed, waiting for the inevitable. I gasped lightly when he gave the bud a stroke of his tongue. My lip under my teeth, I braced myself, already knowing how this game would end. I swore right then that I wouldn't give him the sound he wanted. I wouldn't give him the victory. But my memory betrayed me, reminding me I'd always failed woefully at that.

He kept stroking the bud, giving it teasing flicks, again and again. My legs began to rub against each other. My hands started to twist against the restraints.

I got pissed and tried to shrug him off, anger lending me a burst of strength; but the movement only pushed my breasts toward his mouth.

I hated the smile on his lips; the one that always meant he was winning. He gave the bud more strokes until I couldn't stop myself from grunting any further.

"Damn you, Void!!"

I hated when he did things like this—keep me stuck in the middle.

"Growing impatient, huh?" he said in a voice that usually belonged to men like him; dark, filthy and wicked. "Don't worry, Rali. You know I always keep to my own end of the deal."

His head dipped again, and this time he took me fully, his mouth closing around the aching tip.

My head hit the pillow, eyes rolling back as pleasure crashed into me like an ambush. I bit down hard on my lip, nearly tasting blood as I fought the sound climbing my throat. I almost won; until his teeth caught me in a sharp, deliberate nip, tearing old, dangerous memories loose.

My body arched in spite of me, a sound breaking loose from my throat before I could cage it.

"Hm," he murmured against my sensitive skin. "Look who was trying so hard to stay quiet."

He did it again—suck, bite, linger—until my lungs burned.

Damn it, the son of a bitch knew me too well.

By the time he was done with both buds, I was breathless and slick with sweat. Some other part of me was slick as well; a part that had nothing to do with sweat.

Though, we'd had oral sex in Marovelle's house, I'd come to realize that this was very different. Back then, he'd given me something softer. Today, he was giving me what the raw, unfiltered Void would.

And like always, he was having his way whether I liked it or not.

His tongue traced a slow path down from the center of my chest to my stomach. My mouth fell open as I followed the descent with my eyes, my breath stuttering with every inch he traveled.

He kept going and going until he reached the thin line of my thong.

"Void—" I called out in a warning, but when had he ever listened?

He kept going until it reached the slightly hairy part of my pussy. There he paused.

"Feels like descending toward a gift," he said with a cold smile.

"Feels like stealing a gift," I spat back.

He chuckled. "You're in my bed, Rali. In my home. I don't remember dragging you here."

Oh, the absolute asshole.

"Well why don't you uncuff me right now and see where I go?"

"Nah." He clicked his tongue as his finger started trailing a line along my thigh. "Once convicted, you don't get choices."

Holy hell.

It was the first time something I wanted to hate looked devastatingly beautiful to me. A wild, irrational urge flashed through me to taste it from him, to mirror what he'd just taken.

But then he came up, pulled my jaw with the tip of his fingers, and pressed a kiss into my mouth. I got to taste 'me,' and mixed with Void, a sudden chill streaked through my back.

He kissed me like it was our first time, his waist grinding against mine for half of the time.

He stepped away from the bed to take off his pants, an act I watched with heavy-lidded eyes. He didn't look away from me either.

Completely naked, he crawled onto me again. He was as hard as a rock.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, running his pointed finger along my cheek.

When he lifted my legs again and positioned himself between them, I didn't resist. I might've even moved to meet him; I couldn't be sure.

He stared down at my pussy as he nudged his cock against it. The look in his eyes could be mistaken for reverence—staring down at my body like it was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Bit by bit, he pushed into me. My lips rolled under my teeth, my eyes went close. I felt every stroke he gave. And he kept going until suddenly, he pushed the remaining part of him into me in one deep stroke.

A cry tore from my throat, my eyes flying open like I'd been ripped from a dream.

He pulled out to the tip. I saw it coming and braced myself. So when he pushed in again in one deep thrust, it was more expected.

His thrusts steadied as he fucked me like the ruthless man he was, yet in a way that made me believe I was the only woman he'd ever do that to.