You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 77

I might as well have told him the sky was sunny because he didn't so much as blink in my direction.

Keeping the sheets wrapped around me, I got off the bed. "How could you? How could you do that to me!? I'm talking to you, you sick asshole!"

He pulled a file out from the wardrobe and placed it on the table.

"You should shower and go down for breakfast. It's getting cold." His eyes were fixed on the file as if it were more fascinating than my breakdown.

His nonchalance poured gasoline on my fury.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What was the point of drugging me when you've been having sex with me anyway?"

He finally up, his hard eyes locking with mine. "I've always wanted to fuck someone unconscious," he said simply. "It had to be you."

My lips parted from the shock of his words. Oh, the son of a bitch.

"No. You can't do this. You can't use me to feed your sick fantasies." My voice grew louder. "I'm not your damn toy, do you hear me?"

He chuckled. "You keep saying it like you have a choice."

"Well, I do. I'm human, Void!"

"And also my toy."

"I'm not your damn toy! I'll never be!"

My anger burned so hot, it melted into tears. The fear still stuck to me; how scared I'd been for my life.

He picked up the file and approached me, his eyes like a god who got off on the cries of the damned.

I went stiff when he put a hand behind my neck. I feared he was going to choke me. Instead, his touch was gentle. His thumb caressed my skin in maddening circles as he leaned in.

"Oh, Green, you have no idea how fucking beautiful you looked when you were helpless." His lips ghosted against mine.

His eyes dipped to the tightly-wrapped sheet around my body and I felt his hunger crawl across my skin. I held the fabric even tighter.

He clicked his tongue like I'd disappointed him and stepped away.

"Shower and get down for breakfast. Don't make me punish you."

I released a shaky breath when he shut the door.

......

I had breakfast alone.

Apparently, the monster had something more thrilling to keep him busy in his office or whatever that room was called.

I hated myself for eating what he served, but hunger doesn't care if the cook is Satan. I was starving after everything he'd wrung out of me.

I had to pull myself together. I had an appointment with Vlyrissa and wasn't about to crawl in late looking like a woman who got eaten alive and spat out.

When I was done eating, I grabbed my bag and made a break for the door, planning to vanish without telling him a thing. But just as I turned the knob, his voice licked the air behind me.

"You'd have better luck summoning a unicorn than finding a cab out here."

I turned around to face him, realizing he was right.

It was a still wonder to me that his duplex was the only one around here. The only thing leading to his house was a lonely stretch of straight road, perfect for spotting tailing cars. I'd bet my last breath he had cameras hidden in every tree and probably drones disguised as crows.

The bastard had built himself a fortress.

"I need to go to work. I have an appointment." God, please let him not be in the mood to play jailer today.

"Are you?"

He leaned against the counter, one hand still cradling his glass, the other tucked casually into his pocket. "You see, Rali, I don't do charity. Not for free. If you want my help, I expect something in return."

Just like that, the hope in my chest curled up and prepared to die.

"Are you being serious? You've been sleeping with me against my will. You think you don't owe me?"

"Hm." He tilted his head slightly, mocking thoughtfulness. "How about we rephrase that? I've been making you cum against your will. Most times, it's so good you end up crying." He tsked. "Doesn't sound like you're doing me a favour."

I snapped. "What do you want?"

He smiled, like he'd gotten me right where he wanted.

"Move in with me. Today."

What the.... "You can't be serious."

"I need you here, Rali. Willingly. Move in and I'll get you what you want from Creighton. You and I know things will work faster with me."

My eyes glistened, not with tears, but with pure disbelief.

"I—I can't!" Hell, no. That would be me confining myself to his hell; letting him use me whenever and however he wanted. I'd completely lose my mind.

"It's your choice, Green." He shrugged, turning back to the counter to pour more wine. "You can walk out that door and choose not to return. Or you could move in today and I'll get to work."

His glass full, he turned in my direction.

"Your choice," he said simply and walked away.