“Come all over your big brother’s cock, sis,” he mutters in my ear. “Let me hear how good of a big brother I am by taking care of your needs.”
I tense and stop breathing as I come. My vision goes dark, and I can only hear his heavy breathing, our flesh meeting, and my screams.
He groans in my ear and shoves me onto my stomach, cheek flat against the fur. His body blankets mine, his knees straddling my waist, and he moans louder as his jerking cock drills into me. He mutters my name, and warmth floods my core as he comes. All I can do is lie here, eyes hooded and lips parted with panting breaths as hefinishes inside me.
“My good girl. My good,sluttygirl,” he whispers, and puts more of his weight on me. He lies on me, shallowly thrusting with aftershocks from his climax. His forearm rests beside my head, trembling from exertion.
The high of my orgasm fades, and I’m left feeling lighter. The shock wears off and anger replaces all the good feelings sex brought.
My brother lied to me. He made me believe he was someone else and scared me.
“Get off me,” I say through clenched teeth.
“That’s good enough,” an Elder says. I recognized his voice the moment Dahlia and I walked in here. Jerry Richmond is Ryder’s father, and my best friend will find out through him that I fucked my sister. He already knows about my attraction to her, but it hasn’t been confirmed until tonight.
The other two elders—Gerard Buckingham and Stan Richards—are two of the richest and deadliest men in Vail. Stan is Mickey’s father and has known how I feel about his piece-of-shit son for a long time.
My father is an elder. He may not be the most lethal of them, but he’s the sneakiest motherfucker. I found out early on that my dad is an accountant by day and a thief by night. He’s stolen millions of dollars from his clients and claims he’s paid their taxes. When he’s questioned, he makes them disappear.
I pull out of Dahlia, and my softening dick jerks as cum leaks out of her abused pussy. A shudder rolls through me, and desire licks every nerveending in my body.
The time I spent railing my sister to the last inch of her life wasn’t enough. I’m not through with her tonight. I plan on pumping her full of my spunk, just so I can see it oozing out and taste the combination of us on my greedy tongue. She says she’s on birth control, and that’s for the best right now. I don’t want to share her with a child yet, so I intend on practicing in the meantime.
Dahlia’s arms wobble as she pushes up to her knees. I help her to her feet, ignoring the icy glare she gives me. I assist her with her shorts, but she slaps my hands away. Sighing, I gather my clothes and get dressed.
“Welcome to the Exodus, Dahlia.” Jerry stands and adjusts his jacket. His pants strain at his groin, and the sudden need to kill him overtakes me.
Dahlia senses my change in mood and swallows her anger for a moment to step into my path, her hands resting on my chest.
Stan and Gerard join Jerry, and both of them are sporting boners. I work my jaw and keep my glare on them when Dahlia is whispering my name, calling me to her like she always does when I’m about to lose my shit.
“I’m sure your brother will fill you in on the laws within the society,” Gerard says. He parts from the others, his gaze sweeping over Dahlia, and I know the asshole is imagining her stuffed full of his cock.
“Keep looking at her and find out what I’ll do with your eyes,” I say.
The older man strolls across the room and, as he passes me, he gives me a challenging look. He’s not the least bit intimidated by my threat. “Three against one? It’s quite audacious of you to think you’d come out on top.” He heads to the door while he says over his shoulder, “I have no interest in your...lover.”
Jerry follows him and dips his chin in a slight nod.
Stan is the last to leave, and he slows his steps. “Good luck, kid. You’ll need it.”
Dahlia frowns and slowly blinks. Stan’s mysterious comment means little to me. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Mickey is a pussy who enjoys picking on those smaller than him. So does his father.
Dahlia moves closer to me, seeking my comfort and protection from them. They won’t harm her. For one, they have better things to do, and two, I absolutely refuse to allow them to touch a hair on her head.
The elders leave. The tension in the air eases, but not by a lot. Dahlia is still upset with me, and I can understand why. She’ll come around.
“Why did you do that?” Dahlia asks. Her voice trembles, and it’s not from sadness. She’s angry and about to lay into me about how I’m a terrible jerk. I’ve heard it all before. In the end, she’ll forgive me and will be beneath me before the end of the night.
“We had no other choice.”
“Yes, we did!” she snaps. “I thought something horrible happened to you. I thought...” She swallows hard and punches my chest. “I thought Dad killed you.”
I close the small space between us and cup her cheeks, ignoring the way her head shakes to knock my hands from her. My thumbs hook beneath her jaw, and my fingers curl to hold her in place, not allowing her to push me away.
“He didn’t hurt me.” But I can’t reverse that sentence and still speak the truth. “I tracked you down not long after you left. No one will keep us apart again. Do you understand?”
She clutches my arms, holding on to me like she needs to feel me as much as I need to feel her. “I’m still mad at you for tricking me, you dick.”
