FERAL

A TASTE OF WHY CHOOSE TABOO

RORY IRELAND
TATE MONROE
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 CONTENTS

Content Tropes & Tags

1. Penelope
2. Blake

Afterword
Acknowledgments
Also by the Authors
CONTENT TROPES & TAGS

Blood Relations
Triplets/Younger Sister
NonCon/DubCon
Extreme NonCon
 1

PENELOPE

“W atch it,” my brother, Blake, reaches out and pulls the strap of my
shimmery dress up on my shoulder. I’m being a brat right now,
and he’s caught onto my little game. Rylan and Thomas look in
our direction. Their eyes ghost over me before landing on Blake. Rylan’s
lips are curled into a knowing smirk, but Thomas looks absolutely bored. I
know he’s not, because he wouldn’t be so interested in what Blake is doing
with my dress if he wasn’t tuned into me right now. My brothers are triplets
and three years older than me, to the exact day. Mom says it’s luck, but Dad
is way too anal-retentive for anything in their lives to be a fluke. He’s in the
mafia, even though no one will admit that to me. My family has several
casinos that serve as a cover for what they really do, but I’m not as
dimwitted as they’d like me to be sometimes. My brothers want me to think
they run the casinos, but I know what they do while I’m left here to be the
pampered princess that never leaves the four walls of this mansion. I sneak
around and snoop enough to know how ruthless they are, what they’ve done
to people to maintain our status, but they’ll never admit it. I’m not their
equal. I’m the doll they’ve vowed to protect at all costs. I also know why
Dad makes them protect me. My only value to him is who he can marry me
off to in order to strengthen his position in this society he’s practically built
from the ground up.
We’re at a fancy party our mother is hosting and sadly, the highlight of
my month has been leaving the premises to get fitted for this gown. It’s a
beautiful navy-blue gown with silver sparkles all over it. Dad said no at
first, and Blake said absolutely the fuck not. It was Rylan that snickered
when Blake nearly had a meltdown and started describing how much eye
gouging there would be if someone looked at his little sister in that thing.
Thomas was intent on pretending that he didn’t want to be there, that he
could not give one fuck less what I wore, but his eyes told me differently
when I walked out from the heavy drapes of the dressing room.
I pouted a little and Dad gave in pretty quickly, but I suspect that it had
more to do with whatever Mom whispered in his ear than the fact that his
only daughter was pleading for a form-fitted dress instead of the usual
ballgown I’m usually forced to wear before. I’m twenty and so fucking
bored it’s not even funny. I’ve been given everything and anything a young
woman could ask for except for autonomy, which is what I crave the most.
Well, almost as much as my brothers’ touch. I used to think I fantasized
about it because my three brothers are the only men other than Dad who are
allowed near me. I thought it was just happenstance due to circumstance,
but now I’m not so sure.
Now Mom and Dad have been bringing up marriage and how they want
me to meet potential suitors. I heard Dad on the phone talking to one of his
friends or business associates, whatever you want to call it. It’s nothing
more than a business merger. My virginity in exchange for more power,
joining two families to create an even bigger, stronger one. They’re doing
the same with my brothers, but they have more say over who they marry. I
know my brothers are valuable to my father because of the jobs they do for
him. I’ve seen them come home covered in blood. I’ve heard them talk
about killing, and yet I’m not afraid of them. Maybe it’s because I know
Dad would have their dicks on a silver platter if they hurt me, or maybe it’s
just because I know that Blake would fuck Rylan and Thomas up if they left
a fingerprint on my skin. Dad is up in the front of the grand hall with a
spotlight on him while he’s talking about his new casino that I won’t be
allowed to visit until I'm forty, probably. I roll my eyes and I’m thankful
that we have a table in the back where it’s dimly lit because I don’t need a
lecture from Mom about respecting my father.
I shift my shoulder, letting the strap of my dress fall again and instantly
Blake’s head snaps toward me. He leans in, his mouth against my ear. “Stop
fucking around, Penny.”
“Why do you care? No one in this room is paying attention to me as
usual.” I smile at him. “I could slip the top down right now and everyone’s
eyes would still be on Dad. This is his show, his party, and everyone is
hanging on his every word.”
He flexes his jaw. “Stop.” His hand comes up to rake through his dark
mass of curls. I wish I could do that to him. All three of my brothers have
been known to manhandle me when I get, as Dad likes to say,
uncooperative. I’ve never touched them, not really, not how I want to.
Blake is genuinely so handsome for someone who is unbelievably crabby.
Boldly, I grab his big hand and pull it up to cup my breast through my
dress, and to my surprise, instead of pulling his hand away, his fingers flex
hard. I’ve never been this daring, but I feel like I have nothing left to lose
anymore. My life isn’t my own, so I’m deciding right now that I’m going to
do anything and everything I can before I’m sold off, like livestock.
“Fuck,” he practically growls, pinching my nipple between his fingers
with a practiced ease. He cups me with his palm one more time before
finally pulling his hand away.
“How does she feel?” Rylan asks him coyly from across the table, and
it’s only at this moment that I’m glad it’s just the four of us in this little
bubble. My skin is flushed, and my nipples are pebbled, pleading with him
to touch me again. Rylan is wiggling his eyebrows, trying to gain a reaction
out of Blake.
“Shut up,” Blake warns him and then turns his attention back to me.
“When Dad’s speech is over, you’re going back to your room.”
“Aw, let her have some fun. She’s cooped up here all the time,” Thomas
says, waving his hand at Blake like he’s bored, but I don’t miss the quick
beat when his eyes flash down to my chest and then away like it never
happened. My brothers aren’t identical, and their personalities couldn’t be
more different from one another, but I love them all the same. Thomas is
laid back, well, I guess as laid back as someone can be when they were
trained from a young age to be a problem solver. Rylan is the goofy one,
always trying to get a rise out of everyone. But I’ve heard them bickering
and apparently, he has the most kills out of all three of them. It makes sense
that the funny one of my brothers is the most unhinged. It always felt like
he was walking a fine line with his sanity. That brings me to Blake. He’s
wound so tight sometimes that I think he might combust right in front of
me. I think if any of them are going to snap and kill me one of these days,
it’ll be him. The other two will help him cover it up, but he’ll be the one to
take my last breath. To be honest, I don’t care. I don’t want to be sold off to
some man who might treat me horribly, or worse, lock me in my own
mansion.
“No,” Blake barks at Thomas’s suggestion, and I look around the room
to see if anyone is even glancing toward us. When I’m certain they’re not, I
slip both straps off my shoulders and let the slinky bust of my dress drop to
expose my breasts to all three of my brothers. My peaks instantly pebble up
and stand at full attention for them.
“Is this what you’re worried about? That I’ll turn into one of those
whores the three of you bring back to fuck in the basement?” I look at
Rylan first, and I’m convinced if he was sitting close enough to me that
he’d already have his lips wrapped around my nipple. “You didn’t think I
knew about that, did you? The girls you tie up and fuck like they’re nothing
but toys? Sometimes you fuck them all at the same time, each taking a hole.
Other times, you watch each other and fuck them one right after the other.”
Every time I’ve seen them do this, they’ve worn condoms, but I’m
squeezing my thighs together, wondering if they would with me? Would
they fill me with their come? Or fuck me like their little fuck dolls?
“Holy mother—” Thomas breathes out, turning fully to face me. He
looks like he’s tempted to reach out and touch me himself, but Blake glares
at him. “You’re the dumbest fuck in this room if you think we don’t see
what she looks like, clothes or not.” Thomas’s bored tone is back, and the
way he says it has Blake scowling.
Blake already has the top of the dress in his hand, stretching it up over
my breasts and I arch my back, forcing his hand to brush across my hard
nipples. He slips both straps back up until I’m decently covered again. I’ve
never been touched before except for the times I’ve sneaked and touched
myself in the dark of my room, but I ache for it. I want him to touch me so
badly that it hurts.
“Damn it, Blake, you suck the fun out of everything. They’re just tits.
The nicest tits I’ve ever seen, but still just tits. If she wants to show us, let
her.” Rylan jokes, and Blake lets out a low curse under his breath.
“Get the fuck up,” Blake says and pleasure zings from my nipples to my
clit.
“Dad’s orders. I’ve gotta stay for the whole dinner, remember?” I smirk
at him, but he’s hauling me up out of the chair and before I know it, I’m
trying to keep up with his long strides in these stupid heels that he said I
had no business picking out. When we’re out in the main corridor, he has
me pressed against the wall, his hand around my throat. Blake is always
mad about something, but I’ve never seen him this angry before.
“You want to show your tits to the whole fucking room like a little
whore?” he barks out the words and I should feel ashamed with what he’s
said to me, but I don’t. It just makes me wetter. I look over and see Rylan
and Thomas ducking out from behind the heavy metal door. Rylan is
grinning like he’s about to get the show of his life and Thomas looks a little
worried, like he thinks he might have to go dig a hole to bury me in if Blake
doesn’t calm down. He’d, of course, enjoy watching first.
“I don’t want to lose my virginity to some guy Dad picks out and none
of you will let me out of your sight long enough to find someone who
doesn’t completely suck,” I tell Blake and for whatever reason, this seems
to make him even angrier because his hand tightens around my neck even
more. I struggle to breathe through my nose.
“Calm down man, it’s not her fault he’s marrying her off,” Thomas tells
him, trying to be the rational one in this situation. It seems to work because
Blake loosens his hold enough that I can breathe. “She’s been a little shit
tonight on purpose, but that’s not why you’re homicidal right now. He’s
taking her away from us and you can’t fucking deal with it. We knew it was
happening and none of us like it. Killing her so no one else can fuck her
doesn’t make you the problem solver you think it does.”
“Yeah, you’re being a dick, Blake. She’s scared, and she’s acting out
because she doesn’t want to be married off to some fifty-year-old pervert
who will destroy her.” Rylan isn’t smiling now, but there’s a hunger in his
eyes when he looks at the way Blake has me pressed against the wall. “We
play by Dad’s rules. Hands off Penny, isn’t that what he always says? She
showed us her tits. It’s not like we haven’t seen every pair in this fucking
town,” Rylan adds. “What does it matter? We can’t keep her forever, even if
we want to,” he adds softly.
“We?” Blake snaps, turning his neck to glare at our brother. Ry flings
his hands up as if to convey he’s flustered, which is funny to me because
out of the three of them, he never gets flustered.
“We know you want her. Your overprotective big brother thing is just a
ploy to cover up your obsession,” Rylan says, but my eyes are on Blake’s
profile. He’s so beautiful and angry and broken.
“We’re as fucked up as you are. We’d gladly fuck her. She’s gorgeous, I
mean, look at her. Sister or not, good pussy is good pussy,” Thomas says
like he’s explaining algebra, but when the words leave his mouth, his eyes
lock on mine. There’s something there, a softness that he doesn’t show
hardly ever. He’ll never say it in front of Blake, but fucking his only little
sister would mean more to him than just getting some good pussy after a
night of torturing people around the city. He shakes whatever he’s thinking
away and says, “But you go insane if anyone breathes near her. You don’t
just want to fuck her. You want to keep her caged in your room like a bird,
and that’ll never happen. She’s promised to someone else. She’ll be a
broken little bird in someone else’s cage.” And Blake’s fingers tighten
again.
“I don’t want to fucking keep her,” Blake says the words like they’re
bitter on his tongue and they sting me all the same. “I just want her to stop
acting like a fucking whore,” he grits out, his eyes back on mine. I’ve never
seen him like this. His green eyes are filled with rage and pain and
something else I can’t quite place.
“Why do you hate me so much?” I ask him. “You’re so mean all the
time and I—” I’m cut off by Rylan and Thomas laughing.
“He doesn’t hate you, sweet girl,” Thomas tells me. “He wants you, but
he can never have you. Us Ashby men aren’t used to wanting things we
can’t have.” His shoulders shrug up and it makes sense. My brothers have
never been told no. A byproduct of growing up as the sons of the Ashby
family.
“That’s not true,” Blake snaps again, finally letting go of my neck, only
to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. “I don’t want him trading
you off like you’re some kind of real estate,” he grumbles, walking toward
the marble staircase. I can’t see much because I’m dangling over his
shoulder like a rag doll, but I feel his hand creep higher up my thigh. I
squirm when his fingers brush my panties and I hear him curse under his
breath again. I know he felt the soft material was damp, and it barely
provides a barrier. I can hear Thomas and Rylan’s shoes clacking against the
marble as we head up the stairs, and I can feel the buzz of anticipation
coiling low in my stomach.
“Where are we going?” I ask, swatting at Blake’s ass because it’s the
only thing within my reach. I giggle when I see him clench in response to
my hand touching him.
“To lock you in your room,” he says gruffly, his suit rubbing against my
exposed skin, and I instantly feel deflated. I was stupid to think maybe he
was bringing me up here to finally have his way with me. One night of
everything I’ve been dreaming of, but instead he’s just going to lock me in
my ivory tower and probably go out with Thomas and Rylan to find girls to
sink into for the night.
“Put me down, you asshole. You have no right to do this. I’m not yours
to boss around.” I kick my legs, and his hand slaps down on my ass so hard
that I cry out. The sting resonates in my pussy, and my hips jerk against
him.
“Don’t you ever fucking say that to me,” Blake bites out and I hear my
bedroom door opening. He only takes a few steps before he’s tossing me on
the bed roughly. I bounce and reach out, trying to find some stability. I feel
dizzy from all the blood rushing to my head, but I quickly recover and hop
off the bed and dart around Blake to head toward the door. I’m not going to
be locked in this room any longer. I’m sick of it. I’d rather be dead than
spend another minute confined by invisible binds.
Thomas shuts the door to prevent my escape, and Rylan grabs me by the
shoulders and shoves me back toward Blake.
“You can’t leave me here. I’m going crazy being stuck alone all the
fucking time until one of you is assigned to take me somewhere. A doctor’s
appointment to make sure my fucking virginity is still intact isn’t my idea
of a fun outing,” I snap, exasperated.
“It sucks, but it is what it is. You have to be protected. Anything could
happen to you if we just let you wander around. You’re a chess piece for
Dad and he can’t afford to not have you,” Rylan tells me with a shrug. I
know the three of them have been through things that I could never
understand. I’ve seen the scars on their torsos when I’ve caught glimpses of
them shirtless. None of them will talk about it or invite me into their world,
so I’ve decided until they do, they get no sympathy from me.
“I’m not marrying that asshole. I heard Dad. I know he’s selling me off
to O’Conner. I’m not laying there and letting some bona fide loser who
needs a blue pill rut into me and take me for his own. You can either help
me or kill me. I don’t care one way or another,” I look pointedly at Blake,
who has taken his suit jacket off and flung it on the back of my vanity chair.
He looks absolutely feral, like he’s so unhinged he’s not thinking straight.
“Judging by the way Blake’s looking at you right now, I think killing is
more on his mind than helping you,” Thomas mutters and I hear the lock to
my door click when he turns it in his hand.
 “Because I flashed the three of you? Get over yourself. I’m not a
fucking baby. I have desires just like the three of you,” I tell them, but I’m
looking at Blake. “You three can fuck the same woman at the same time,
filling all of her holes, but I can’t show my boobs? Make that make sense,”
I glare at him, and he glares right back.
“I’m not losing my virginity to that prick, O’Conner. He’s gross and I’ll
throw up if he even gets near me,” I tell them, being dramatic, but I’m not
lying. I can feel my stomach roll at the thought.
“Stop saying his fucking name,” Blake demands, taking a step toward
me.
“Blake,” Thomas says in that calm, unaffected tone of his. “Don’t do
something we can’t fix. She’s not some whore we can get rid of when we
get too rough. Or when dipshit over here forgets the bitch can’t breathe with
a cock in her mouth,” Thomas looks pointedly at Rylan like that’s happened
more than once. Rylan grins like he isn’t the least bit sorry, and I assume
Thomas knows he’s a lost cause because he turns back to Blake. “Imagine
trying to explain to Dad how she mysteriously disappeared and not one of
us noticed.”
“Yeah, Dad might notice if we switch her out with one of those other
bitches,” Rylan jokes, but Blake levels him with a dark stare.
“I'm not going to kill her,” Blake tells them, rolling the sleeves of his
white dress shirt up over his tattooed arms.
“Then why do you look like you’re going to slit her throat? You know
that arterial spray gets me hard. Are we going to have a bonding moment
over it?” Rylan jokes, walking over to sit on the edge of the vanity that Dad
had custom-made for me.
“I’m going to make sure she can’t be married off,” Blake says darkly,
grabbing me by the arm and tossing me on the bed. “Lay down.” I’ve never
seen him like this, not even when he comes home covered in blood.
“Clever,” Thomas says, like Blake just solved a complicated puzzle
instead of threatening to take my virginity so they can keep me here locked
in this room.
“Hey, I’m all for this, but is no one gonna point out if this shit plays out,
then heads are going to roll? We’re gonna need to blame someone because
if Dad can’t barter Penny away… well, it ain’t gonna be pretty, if you know
what I mean. Don’t fucking look at me like that. I can have intelligent
thoughts sometimes. Motherfuckers.” Ry rolls his eyes and I know he’s
right, but I’m still stuck on the fact that Blake plans on being my first.
“No,” I bite out. As much as I dreamed of this every freaking night, I
don’t want it to be like this. An angry fuck because they want to control
what I do. Why is it never doing something for Penny because we love and
care about her? It’s never on my terms, only on theirs.
“Maybe you should let one of us do it. You’re too angry. You’re going
to hurt her,” Thomas says, and my eyes bug out when I look at him. It
hadn’t occurred to me that he and Rylan would be on board with this stupid
plan. I don’t want to marry James O’Conner, but I don’t want a pity rage
fuck or whatever is going on here.
“I’ll fucking kill you both if you touch her,” Blake says and his voice is
even, sure, not wavering a bit. He looks back at me, grabs me by the arm,
and tosses me on the bed for a second time.
“You want to act like a whore? Spread your fucking legs.”
 2

BLAKE

“B oth of you get out,” I tell my brothers, but they don’t move.
“We’re not leaving you alone with her,” Rylan says, and it’s
the first time tonight he hasn’t cracked a stupid fucking remark.
No humor colors his tone. He’s all business right now.
“You need to calm down or you’re going to hurt her. How the fuck will
we explain that?” Thomas, always the voice of reason, asks, walking over
to me. Calm down? Impossible. I’m fucking feral for her. Penny’s eyes are
wide when she watches me undo my belt. I’ve wanted to fuck her since
before I can remember and I’m finally going to do it. They’ll check her
virginity, and that old fuck won’t want to marry her anymore. He’s got an
obsession with virgins and Penny would be virgin wife number six. He
destroys them until they are useless, then casts them out to the lower ranks
to use until all there is left is a husk of what they used to be. She’s vibrant
and soft, sweet, and funny, and as much as I want to choke the sass out of
her right now, I won’t let someone else do that to her.
I don’t fucking know why Dad even agreed to O’Conner, but I can’t let
it happen. I refuse. I’d rather turn against my own family and burn this
entire thing to the ground than give her up to him. To anyone.
When I’m done with her, she’ll be an outcast, she’ll be a family
disappointment, but she’ll be mine and that’s all I care about right now.
She’ll be relatively safe, and I can be the dutiful big brother and take her on
as my burden. Dad should have no issues with that. I’ve been pulling my
own weight in this family long enough that he’ll wave his hand, giving me
whatever I want as he schemes on how to fix the fucking blunder that’s
been caused.
She’s never been kissed, touched, licked, or fucked and she deserves so
much more than what I’m about to do to her, but it’s already in motion and I
couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
“She’s mine to do as I please with,” I tell them, like it’s common
knowledge. Thomas’s lips press into a thin line like he wants to argue with
me over it, but he must think better because he doesn’t utter a word. Rylan
rubs a hand over the top of his head and there’s no hint of mirth in his
expression. The things we’ve done, flat out murdered people in cold blood,
and he has the nerve to look like what I’m doing is making him sick. Penny
has always been our soft place to land. Whenever I come back from a hit,
she’s who I wanted to see to decompress, but somehow the lines blurred,
and I started feeling things for her that I’m not supposed to feel for anyone.
I’m a machine, broken apart and built back up to be the emotionless shell
our father wants for his little army. But I do feel. I feel everything for
Penny, and right now, pure rage is winning out. When she flashed me and
my brothers tonight in that room full of people, something inside me
snapped.
“I’ll stay in here. You can go. I won’t give you any more problems,”
Penny lies. She’s my only fucking problem, and she’s on my mind every
second of every day.
I’m standing at the edge of the bed, and I grab her by the ankle, pulling
her down so her legs hang over. I shove her dress up. I hate this fucking
dress. It’s too sexy, too tight, and fits her in all the right places. I grab the
hem and rip it clear down the center until she’s laying there in these white
cotton panties. A more experienced woman would have on lace or satin, but
not my little sister. She’s pure, kept for someone else's pleasure. She brings
her hands up to cover her tits, and that makes me laugh.
“You don’t want to show them off now?” I snap at her, grabbing her
hips when she tries to wriggle away from me. “You don’t want to offer
yourself to everyone in the fucking room like a little slut?”
“Blake, please don’t do this. It’s not too late. I won’t tell anyone. We
can just forget—” she stops short when I pull her panties to the side and
slide two fingers halfway inside her roughly. I already know she’s wet, so
I’m not too concerned. I don’t want to go too deep because I want my dick
to be the first thing she has fully inside her. She cries out from the burning
stretch of my digits and if that hurts her, she’s in for a world of pain when I
have my dick ripping through her virgin pussy. I shudder in anticipation.
My other hand grips her thigh so roughly I know there will be bruises, and I
hope there are. I want her to look at her body and think of me every time
she sees my marks.
“Of course, you’re not going to tell anyone. I have two witnesses here
that will say you're making it up for attention. That you must have snuck off
and fucked some random guy so you wouldn’t have to get married.” I smile
at her cruelly and when she looks over at Thomas as if to gauge whether
he’ll have my back or not, I slap her pussy hard and she cries out. He takes
a step forward, but when I glare at him, he halts his movements. “Don’t
look at either of them. You look at me while I fuck you.” If I catch her
looking at one of my brothers while I’m inside her, then the feral need to
claim her will turn into the need to kill her.
“Blake,” she chokes out and I realize then that she has tears rolling
down her cheeks and it shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. Her tears have my
cock harder than any slut I’ve fucked could ever hope to. My little sister
isn’t a crier and I’m not so self-absorbed right now to think that she’s scared
of me. She’s crying because she knows once I do this, I won’t ever let her
go. She’ll never get out of this house and away from this family. Not that
O’Conner would have been better, but she may have stood a chance of
escaping. Now she never will.
I’m too selfish for that. She’s mine and she’ll always be mine. Even if
this is the only time I can risk fucking her, she’ll stay here, and I’ll know
she’s safe and that no other bastard will be lucky enough to sink inside her
silky, wet pussy.
She tries to kick at me when I use one hand to pull my cock out of my
tux pants. I don’t even need to stroke myself. I’m already rock hard and
ready for her. She twists her upper body, trying to flip over on the bed, and
as much as I love her lush ass, I want to see her eyes when I take her. I want
to see my cock swallowed up by her tight little cunt. I have to savor it
because it’ll be the only thing on my mind until the day I die. I will be
utterly consumed by this moment, and I need it imprinted on me.
I line my dick up to her opening and grab her hips, but she’s fighting me
the whole way. I growl out her name as the head of my cock pushes inside
her and I feel rage run through my whole body when Thomas and Rylan
each grab one of her arms, holding her down on the bed, spread eagle. I
want to growl at them for touching her, but my need wins out first and I
thrust hard all the way inside her so I’m leaning over her body. “Get the
fuck off her, don’t touch her!” I roar and that’s the only thing that conceals
her scream as I break through her virginal barrier. Neither of them listens,
and her pussy feels entirely too good around my cock for me to fully focus
my rage on them. When she goes limp, they let go of her arms, but they stay
on the bed next to her. Rylan moves his hand to stroke her collarbone, and
Thomas cradles her head in his large palm, using his other hand to rub the
tears away from her cheeks. I don’t miss the way both of them are hard, but
I can’t be bothered to care right now. I don’t give her time to recover. I pull
all the way out and slam back inside her and her tits bounce with the
movement. Her head is tilted to the side, and she’s no longer fighting me. I
pull back out and then thrust harder than the last time. I want some kind of
reaction from her, but she’ll give me nothing. I feel a sense of dread filling
my chest when I look down at my dick, still halfway inside her, stretching
her pussy to its limit, maybe even past the limit. It’s covered in her blood
and that should turn me on. I’ve thought about it so many fucking times it’s
pathetic, but it doesn’t. I’ve ruined her chances of leaving me, but
somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’ve ruined her completely. I
broke her and all that I am staring at are the little fragmented pieces that my
rage left in its wake.
“Get out. Both of you. Get the fuck out,” I rage at my brothers, and I
hate the way I can hear the panic in my own voice. I know they hear it too,
and that’s the only reason they obey my order. I watch as Rylan leans down
and presses a kiss to her forehead before he gets up off the bed. He doesn’t
look at me, and I don’t fucking care if he’s mad at me. I know I fucked up. I
know she’s hurt, but I can’t bring myself to pull out of her body and break
the connection we have right now, even if she hates me for it.
“It’ll be okay. We’ll have your back,” Thomas tells me. I can hear what
he isn’t saying. I hear the disdain in his voice. He’ll have my back because
he has to. If I go down for this, they do too. He’s mad at me for how rough I
was with her, which is fucking laughable because he’s no better than Rylan
and I are. He’s done most of the same fucked up shit we have. He likes
them willing though.
“I don’t give a fuck, just get out and lock the fucking door behind you,”
I tell them, pulling all the way out of Penny.
 “We’re going to talk about this and if I find out you hurt her–” Rylan
starts when he gets to the door, but pauses when I shoot him a glare.
“Go ahead, fucker. Finish that sentence. Tell me what to do with my
own sister,” I snap, and she shakes his head because he thinks if he pushes
me right now, I’ll go twice as hard on her. “We’ll cover for you,” he finally
says with a sad tinge in his tone before he exits and pulls the door shut
behind him.
I look down at my sister lying there like a lifeless doll on her pink frilly
comforter. I thought this was what I wanted. A pretty little bird in a cage,
but now that it’s staring me in the face, I can realize that this was a mistake.
I should have just taken her away from here. I’m sophisticated enough that
we could live under the radar for the rest of our lives. Dad and his men
would never find us. Her cheeks are flushed and tear-stained and her eyes
are closed, but she’s still awake. I can tell by the way her jaw flexes when
she breathes in. I see how badly I ripped her dress in my rage and her blood
smeared on her inner thighs.
“Penny,” I say her name, but she doesn’t move. That crowding in my
chest is back and I feel like I’m going to jump out of my own skin if I don’t
get some sort of reaction out of her. I press as far inside her as my cock will
go and she makes a soft sound, but I can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or
discomfort. I pull all the way out of her, and I hate the fucking feeling. My
fingers are working on my shirt before I can even think about what I’m
doing. My clothes are forgotten on the floor and I’m crawling on the bed,
pulling her to lay at the top with her head resting on the pillows. She opens
her eyes but stares past me while I pull her panties all the way off. I’m
gentle, gentler than I realized I could be. Then I work on her heels, undoing
the straps and fumbling because my fingers are big and everything about
my little sister is so delicate.
“You accomplished what you came in here for, you can leave now,” she
says and there's no tremble in her voice. It’s hard, something I’m not used
to from her, but I’ll take it because she’s speaking to me, and I don’t
deserve even that. I toss her shoes on the floor and I catch her by the rib
cage before she can roll away. “Why are you still touching me, Blake? You
got what you wanted. Dad can’t barter me off or whatever he was doing. I’ll
live my life here as a fucking captive while you bang everyone in town. I’ll
die bored and alone, just like you want. Get off of me.” Her voice cracks on
the last few words and I feel like my chest has been cracked open. Dad tried
to beat the emotion out of us and he damn near succeeded, but when it
comes to her, I feel everything all at once. It’s overwhelming, but it’s us and
I never want that to change.
“I’m not leaving you,” I tell her, moving up to hover over her, pinning
her beneath me without lowering my chest to hers. “Look at me.” I brace
myself with one arm and use my other hand to tip her chin to force her to
look at me, but she closes her eyes in defiance. “I’m sorry, Penny. I’m not
letting you go.”
Her eyes shoot open at my words. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean and
don’t touch me,” she says finally, but like with most things, I don’t obey her
wishes. I let go of her face to grab her outer thigh, allowing me enough
room to lower my naked body to hers. I feel her whole body tremble and
I’m fucking shuddering at the feeling of her soft, small body beneath mine.
“Are you going to rape me twice in one night?” she spits the words,
twisting her body, but she’s unable to move under my weight.
“No,” I say, dropping my forehead to hers. “I don’t want to be inside
you unless you want me there,” I tell her, gasping at the feel of my heavy
cock laying against her freshly fucked pussy.
“I don’t. I don’t want you to ever touch me again,” she whispers, but
there’s no malice there, only the hurt and sadness that I know I’ve made her
feel.
“You’re lying,” I whisper, peppering kisses against her cheeks and
tasting her tears. “Tell me you’re lying, Penny.”
“No,” she lets out, and it’s more breath than words. I can feel how wet
she is, and all it would take is for me to shift my hips slightly and I’d be
inside her fucking her like I was meant to do. “Please,” she says, shifting
her hips and my cock rubs against her clit, which has her arching up into
me.
I lean down and catch her nipple between my lips, sucking and licking,
something I’ve never done to another woman. I’ve been inside them, but
never bare, and I’ve never put my mouth on them. There was never any
need to, but with my sister, I want to taste every part of her.
I press open-mouthed kisses down her body until my mouth is hovering
right above her sweet pussy. My cock twitches when I get a better look at
the streaks of blood on her thighs and coating around her opening.
I run my tongue up one soft leg and down the other before swiping up
through her center.
 The natural musky taste of her is mixed with the coppery blood and I
feel heady.
Feral.
It makes me want to crawl into her skin and take residence in every
orifice of her body. There is no her without me. It’s as if she was made from
my own body and I need to reclaim it.
Sucking lightly on each lip, I feel her body start to shift. She’s antsy but
refuses to speak. She’s too stubborn to ask for what she really wants.
I lick up and down, savoring her on my tongue and cleaning up all
traces of blood before latching on and giving her clit a hard pull.
I wish she was bleeding heavier. I would give anything to smother my
face in her blood and essence and let it baptize me. Maybe Rylan and I
aren’t that different after all.
Pulling up from her lower body, I lean back over her to level my eyes
directly with her own light green orbs.
“Ask me,” I implore her. I want her to say it. I need her to.
“I want you to be rough,” she tells me, biting her bottom lip. “Just
promise me you’ll make it hurt,” she says.
I’m already shaking my head no and reaching between us to push the
head of my cock inside her raw hole. “No, I won’t be rough. I know what
you’re doing,” I tell her, and my voice is hard again as I slowly inch inside
her until I’m buried to the hilt. She wants me to hurt her so she can hate me
more than she already does, and I’ve already fucked up enough tonight.
Judging by the way she sighs when I fill her, my balls resting heavily in
need of release against her ass, tell me I have a shot at fixing the damage
I’ve done tonight. I’ve tried to fight the sickness that draws me to her, and
in the process, treated her like shit.
I lean down to kiss her, and she turns her head away from me, so I take
the opportunity to press my face against the crook of her neck and inhale
the cinnamon scent of her hair. I lift my hips slowly, pulling all the way out,
only to glide back inside her. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight for me, aren’t
you?” I repeat the motion, and she moans when I nip at her neck and then
soothe the bite with my tongue. Leaving kisses over her neck and face,
trying to get her to soften just a bit toward me. I pull all the way out again
and hover there. When her hips lift, seeking the fullness only my cock can
give her, I smile against her neck and sink all the way inside, faster this
time.
 Her small hands come up to my shoulders and then slide down my back
as I pick up my pace. “You’re such a good girl for me. You were being such
a dirty little slut for me tonight, trying to get me to snap, weren’t you?” I
whisper, and my dick jumps when she softly moans. “I’d kill for you. I
almost killed our brothers for touching you while I was fucking you,” I tell
her like I’m saying something sweet instead of words of violence, but it
must be what she wants to hear because her legs wrap around me and I put
my arms under her head, locking her to me as my body comes down fully
on hers. Rubbing the soft strands of her hair between my fingers, getting her
to relax, and urging her on. As big as I am and as small as she is, it’s the
perfect fucking fit and I love it.
I want to reach between us to rub her clit and make her come, but the
thought of separating from her for even a moment has me ferally thrusting
in and out of her tight little cunt. Her little pants blow breath across the top
of my curls. I lift my head from her neck to look down at her. All I see in
her eyes now is desire and her lips are parting like she’s never felt pleasure
like this in her life. I lean down again to kiss her, and she lets me. My
fucking heart feels like it’s soaring when I feel her tongue brush against
mine and her small hands move up my back, over my scars, and tunnel
through my dark hair, pulling my face closer to hers.
I bite her bottom lip and demand, “Come for me, baby. Come. Now.” I
feel her jerk beneath me and that’s all it takes for my cock to spasm and
begin filling her pussy with hot come. I thrust two more times, trying to get
as deep as I possibly can, and then collapse on top of her. I flex my hips,
pushing my come deeper inside of her on instinct. I want to be so rooted
inside her that she’ll never fucking forget this feeling.
“Blake, you’re crushing me,” she whimpers, and the only thing I can
muster is to turn us on our sides because I don’t want to be separated from
her. I push my softening dick back inside her and I can feel how my come
has coated her pussy. She buries her face against my chest, and I wrap my
arms around her, letting my hand slide down her back to rest on her ass.
Everything about this should feel unnatural, but it doesn’t. It feels like I’ve
missed so much time that should have been spent holding her like this.
I kiss the top of her head and I feel her go rigid in my arms. “Stop,” I
tell her, pushing my hips against hers and making her moan out my name.
She looks up at me and her eyes are entirely too sad for a girl who just came
so hard. “It’s going to be okay,” I tell her plainly, because that’s all I've got
in me. I’m not a romantic guy. I don’t know how to express myself the way
Thomas does or how to make people at ease the way Rylan can. All I have
is what I feel for her, what I’ve always felt for her. “I’m going to get you
out of here. You won’t be stuck here anymore,” I tell her, and she blinks at
me like she doesn’t understand what I’m saying.
“You’re going to let me go?” She doesn’t sound hopeful, only sad.
“No.” I frown. “I’m selfish when it comes to you, Penny. Where you go,
I go.” She seems to relax in my arms when the realization hits her.
“I knew you’d come to your senses if I made you jealous,” she says,
smiling up at me. I glare at her, which only makes her smile grow bigger. I
don’t for one minute think that all of this was part of a master plan, but I
don’t call her out on it. I’ll let her have this.
“You did, huh?” I slide my hand up her side and cup her breast, my cock
hardening fully inside her.
“I didn’t think you’d take me in front of Thomas and Rylan—” I pull
out and thrust inside her come-filled pussy hard, pulling out and slamming
back inside her, effectively stealing her words.
“Don’t say their names,” I growl. “I don’t want to ever hear another
man’s name come out of your pretty little mouth,” I demand, flipping her on
her back and picking up a rhythm that has my balls slapping against her ass.
“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m mad at you?” she asks cheekily, her
voice breathy as I fuck into her.
“No,” I lean down and kiss her, stilling my hips so I don’t come too
quickly. “It doesn’t matter if you are or not. You’re mine and I’ll never let
you go,” I tell her, and she rolls her hips up against me, but I have her
pinned in place.
“Well, I am, so you’re going to have to make it up to me for a long
time,” she says against my mouth. “I was so scared of being separated from
you and–the two I’m not allowed to speak of right now.” She giggles and I
let it slide because she’s so fucking pretty. That sadness is creeping back
into her eyes, and I hate it. She knows where we go from here isn’t going to
be easy, and she’s going to have very little control over what happens.
“I hated that I couldn’t have you,” I tell her, brushing my lips across her
mouth. I don’t know how to be gentle with her. I seem to lose control and
I’ll end up fucking her into the mattress every time I try, but I’m willing to
practice every day until I either die or get it right.
 “What are we going to do?” She strokes the side of my face and I lean
down to press kisses to her neck. I want to fuck her hard and fast, but I’m
trying to keep from hurting her again. I know she has to be sore from
everything I’ve put her through tonight, but as soon as she’s healed up, I’m
going to have her bent over and pistoning inside her until my come is
dripping down her thighs. My dick jumps inside her at the thought, and she
gasps, pulling me to her.
“I’m going to fill you with my come one more time and then I’m going
to make a couple of calls. I don’t want you worrying about it.” I tell her,
pulling all the way out and then fully seating myself inside her. Nothing has
ever felt this fucking good in my entire life.
“Promise you’ll never leave me?” she asks.
“The day I die, I’m taking you with me.” I pick up my pace once again,
and she arches under me.
“Promise?” I grunt out not bothering to verbally answer her. I’m too
concentrated on the way her cunt is wrapped around me and my balls
slapping against her tight little ass. Fuck, I can’t wait to take her there also.
“Make it official, brother,” she says, looking me in the eyes. “Come
inside your little sister.”
That’s all it takes; I’m fucking her harder than I even thought possible
and moments later I’m filling her for a second time and collapsing on top of
her. Keeping myself locked so tightly in her so nothing can escape.
“Mine,” I whisper.
“Always,” she replies.
I’m just going to bask here for a few minutes and then I’ll have to lock
my little bird up and keep her safe until I can figure out the safest exit plan.
We may both be bent, but we aren’t truly broken.
I can only hope that my brothers will look past what happened tonight
and help me get our little sister to safety. I saw the way they looked at her
tonight, and something tells me they’ll do whatever it takes, just like I will.
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