I grin and kiss her on the lips. She leans away from me, but still returns the kiss as I chase her mouth for more.
“Be mad all you want,” I say. “You can hate fuck me if it’ll make you feel better.”
She shoves my chest with a growl. “I don’t want to hate fuck you! I want to slap the taste out of your fucking mouth.”
“Oh baby,” I moan, and close my eyes. My cock thumps like a heartbeat and pre-cum leaks from the tip. “I fucking love your dirty talk.”
“Jesus, Jax!” She smacks my face.
I groan and blink open my unfocused eyes as I stop thinking with the head above my shoulders. “Do it again,” I say hoarsely. “Hit me again. Call me names. Tell me how I’m horrible to you.”
Dahlia’s expression morphs into surprise. “What?”
I catch her wrist and smack her palm against my face. “Hit me, Dahlia.”
She rears her head back in horror, and her fingers curl into her palm. I envy them, wishing they were around my throat or clawing at my face. The few times she’s strangled me always got me hard. Until now, I didn’t realize just how much it turns me on when she gets violent with me.
I lean in with a smile. Her pupils expand, eating up all the brown in her irises. “You have a lot of anger inside you, sis. You just need an outlet. Let me be that for you.” My grip on her wrist tightens until she winces. “Fucking. Hit. Me. Choke me. Punch me. Do whatever you want. I’m sorry that I deceived you.”
Her jaw clenches. “Those things you said about me to Dad...”
“Were to antagonize him and wear him out. Don’t tell me the things I said didn’t get you wet. I’m not sorry about that. So go ahead. Hit me.” Desire warms my body at the promise of pain inflicted by the girl I love.
Indecision casts shadows over her face, and she pinches her lips together as she makes her decision. She throws her handback and slaps me hard against the face. I smile and turn back to her, only for the next strike to whip my head to the side again. I chuckle as she screams about how horrible I am, all while hitting and slapping me.
“I hate you!” she yells, and slaps me again. “I fucking hate you!”
My laughter dies, and I slowly turn my head, eyes narrowed. “Don’t say that.”
“No. I’m going to say that because it’s true! You’re such an asshole for what you did. I don’t want you!” Tears and pain contort her soft features into something sharp and gut-wrenching.
I shove her backward, enjoying her soft whimper of fear. My strides elongate until she can barely keep up with me. She trips over her own feet and falls onto the desk, catching herself on her elbows.
“Don’t. Say. That.”
The fearful expression doesn’t go away, but I see the anger, heartbreak, and confusion in her chocolate eyes. She doesn’t mean it, and we both know it. Dahlia needs to be put in her place and reminded why we’re so perfect together. She needed that outlet, and I readily took that role. But hearing her say she hates me strikes a nerve.
I yank her shorts down to her ankles and rip her fishnets wider between her legs. Dahlia kicks her boot out, shoving me back. I catch her ankle and throw her legs wide to hook around my waist while I undo my pants and pull out my aching cock.
“You want to tell me how much you hate me? Fine,” I say through clenched teeth. “Just be prepared for the consequences.”
I grab her hips and slide all the way inside her, denying her time to accommodate my size. Not holding back, I rut intoher, fucking her into the wooden desk and reveling in her screams and how she drags her nails down my back.
“Tell me again how you hate me,” I snap as I rub her clit.
Dahlia shakes her head and arches her back. “I hate you!”
I dig my fingers into her soft skin. That will probably leave behind bruises, and I hope it does. Knowing she’s wearing proof of how savage she makes me will quiet the monster in my head.
“Say it again, Dahlia. Tell me how much you hate my fucking guts.”
“I hate you so much!” She tenses and sucks in a breath, then orgasms. Her inner walls clamp on my cock, choking it and making it hard to move.
I bare my teeth and hiss. It’s all mind over matter. Pain is my kink, and my sister gives it to me in heaps. She mutters my name like a prayer and worships me as her god by squeezing her inner walls tighter around me. Her tense muscles loosen, and she relaxes, sated from coming so hard.
“Tell me again,” I growl.
She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. I grab her jaw and force her to look at me with her sad and hurt eyes.
