You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 76

RALI

I woke up to something hard tapping against my lips.

A groggy moan slipped out with my eyes still closed as I attempted to turn away from the disturbance. What on earth was bothering my sleep?

"Open your lips, Rali," his voice commanded me, soft and gentle.

A bolt of memory cracked through the fog, causing me to remember I was in his bed when I didn't want to be.

I forced my eyes open—or tried to. But my vision was unclear. My lids felt too heavy.

What was happening to me? Why was the sleep pressing down on my limbs, making it impossible for me to fully come awake?

The tap against my lips came again.

"Open, Rali," he coaxed, not impatient, just amused

This must be one of my dreams. Would explain why I was feeling this weak.

I couldn't believe I was having one of the stupid dreams again. The ones where my body longed for him.

I parted my lips open, letting him guide whatever it was into my mouth. A salty taste settled on my tongue the moment he pushed it in and I realized it was his cock.

He dragged a breath to my hearing, going deeper until I felt him hit the back of my throat.

This felt more real than my previous dreams.

I forced my eyes open again and managed to get a glimpse of his face. It was blurry, but I could tell he was shirtless, his abs and tattoos on full display.

His eyes were full of lust, hovering above me as he pushed his cock further down my throat.

Reaching my limit, my gag reflexes kicked in, making me unable to take anymore of him. He didn't try to go any further but just remained stuck in me.

My eyes fluttered close.

"How does it feel, Green? Waking up to my cock in your mouth," he taunted.

Something about this didn't feel right.

My hands were not tied, yet I couldn't move them. Why was I so numb?

I opened my eyes again and strained to have a better look this time. I looked sideways and found a syringe beside me on the bed.

My heart raced into panic. Ohgodohgodohgod. Please don't tell me he drugged me.

The will to fight kicked in but it was useless. I was completely weak and at his mercy.

He chuckled low in his throat, and I felt it before I heard it. The guy was more than sick in the head.

His hand around the base of his cock, he pulled out to the tip, then slowly pushed himself back into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. With my lips unable to move, it made my mouth tight around his cock.

"You're not fighting back, Rali. Looks like you enjoy having my cock for breakfast." He pulled out to the tip and back again.

The only sound I could manage to make was a low groan.

I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to edit him out of this moment and replace him with someone else. But my mind was too weak to work. Not now.

I didn't want him doing this to me, not with the same cock he must've fucked Katya with last night.

The bitter memory clawed through my mind.

I'd woken up and was staring out the window when I saw her come into the house. She stayed with him for a long time.

Why on earth would she be at his place that late at night? Miles or Eric weren't even with her.

The asshole was probably fucking other girls while he kept me to himself.

I didn't have any intention of asking him about it. Didn't want him to think I cared if he slept with other ladies or not. My plan had been to not let him touch me before I left this morning. How unfortunate that I didn't have a choice now.

Another broken sound spilled from my lips. I wanted to scream. Not to curse at him, but to beg him to stop.

The words hung heavy on my tongue. If only I could get them out...

I tried to think hard on anything I might've done to upset him. Why was he doing this to me?

As if reading my fear, he chuckled and left my belly button, bringing me utmost relief.

"I guess we could do that some other time. For now—" he gathered my legs and placed them on either side of his shoulders. "—my cock needs to be somewhere else."

......

It felt like a miracle I was still alive.

I woke up, having full control of my body again. For a moment, as I blinked up at the ceiling, I wondered if it had only been a dream. But then the ache between my legs told me otherwise.

I huddled myself up in bed, drawing the sheets to cover my nudity as I remembered what he did to me. Not just the part of him drugging me, but the fear he made me feel knowing I was helpless.

I still got goosebumps thinking of how shaken I'd been. How scared I was that he was about to torture me. He gave me a painful reminder that he was still the dangerous man I was unlucky to be trapped with.

The door opened.

I flinched so hard I nearly knocked the lamp off the nightstand. Instinctively, I clutched the sheets tighter, scrambling backward until my back met the wall.

He walked in with a black long-sleeved shirt hung open on his body. Every button was undone, leaving his chest bare. Black sweatpants hung low on his hips with a towel slung around his neck and his hair slightly damp like he'd just stepped out of a casual shower after murdering someone.

"You're awake. Had a good sleep?" he said without sparing me a glance.

My eyes stayed on him as he walked toward the dresser, seeming to search for something. He moved so lazily like he had all the time in the world.

My insides shook with rage that was still too tangled in fear.

"You... you drugged me."