Madison . . . She does the same thing for me.
The realization hits me, and I nearly lose my balance as I turn onto another street.
What happened earlier tonight is perplexing. No woman has ever given me the same thrill. Spanking her and briefly touching her brought the same adrenaline and endorphins, not just because she’s my sister, but because she’s off-limits. Madison is engaged to another man. Her father would kill her, then me, faster than I can blink if he found out I touched his daughter.
She’s your sister.
And that’s part of the reason why I loved touching her, and for years jacking off to the thought of fucking her. I’m fucked in the head because of it. It’s like placing candy in front of a toddler and demanding they not touch it.
I mentally shake away the thoughts and focus on riding.
It’s three in the morning by the time I return to Jerry’s house. As I sit outside after cutting the engine, I tip back my head and aim my tinted visor toward the night sky. I close my eyes and focus on breathing. The high from riding is already fading, allowing room for the numbness to spread through my body until I can’t feel anything anymore.
I prefer staying right where I am for the time being. As much as I want to crawl into bed and sleep for a week, I don’t enjoy being anywhere near Jerry. His presence is a toxic gas that clings to every corner of the home.
It doesn’t help that Madison lives here as well.
The ghost of her soft skin and the burn in my palm from spanking her choose this moment to return. Her screams and pathetic whimpers echo in my mind. It’s a direct shot of lust straight to my veins.
I mutter a curse. I have more important shit to focus on, like who the hell was watching Jaxon kill Mickey and how I can takecare of them without the Exiled society coming for my head. But no. I’m stuck on my stepsister and the burning need to feel more of her. To hear more of the needy sounds she makes when she’s turned on.
I barely register getting off my motorcycle and walking into the house. All the main lights are off, except for a small lamp in the living room. The place is quiet while everyone sleeps, so my heavy footsteps are louder in my ears.
I blink and I’m standing at Madison’s bedside. She’s fast asleep, curled on her side beneath the duvet. One long leg pokes outside of the blanket, with the comforter tucked between her thick thighs. It’s fucked up how jealous I am of that damn blanket, wishing it was my head locked within her warmth. My cock jerks as I gaze at her curves. Her silk shorts barely cover the bottom of her ass—a temptation that’s almost too hard for me to resist.
How did a girl like her worm past all my defenses? How was she able to get under my skin and stay there this whole time? I’ve worked so hard to shut people out. I did everything I could to close off my emotions, and yet this little bitch gets a rise out of me every single time, especially when she shows me she cares about me.
Why does she have to be Jerry’s daughter? Why did she have to be friends with those assholes in high school? To this day, I still don’t know if she told me the truth about hating Mickey when I was twelve and developed the crush on her.
Why, despite all of that, do Istillwant her?
I reach out and ghost my gloved fingers along her thigh, toward the bottom of her ass cheek. I pause as Madison shifts and her full lips part with a tiny sigh.
My hand balls into a tight fist.
I cock my head as my fingertips creep beneath the hem of her shorts. My riding gloves prevent me from feeling her smoothskin and warmth, but also from determining if she’s wearing underwear.
A tiny whimper spills out of Madison as I slide my fingers between her ass cheeks. It’s been driving me wild, knowing she had a butt plug in her earlier. I’m dying to know if she still has it in. I don’t think she’d sleep with a toy inside her, but I also don’t know what my sister does behind closed doors.
I pause and draw my hand out of her shorts.
She’s my sister.
What the fuck am I doing? It’s one thing to fantasize. It’s another to delve into those fantasies.
My fingers curl into tight fists by my sides as I glare at Madison. Once again, she makes me act on my desires when I know I’ll only end up hurting her.
I rush out of her bedroom and down the stairs. Once I’m outside in the backyard, I hurry to my room, throw my helmet on the floor, and change into something more comfortable. The only way I can work through these feelings and fight back the urge to return to her room is to lift weights.
These desires for Madison will pass. It’ll become manageable once I’m out from under Jerry’s thumb. I don’t even know why he wants me here. There’s something up his sleeve, and he needs me here for it, but I don’t know if I can wait until the next Hellfire Night to kill Jerry.
Not if I have to be under the same roof as Madison. She’s the thrill I’ve been dying for, and I’m about to jump without a parachute.
“BABYDOLL” ARI ABDUL
After running out of Ryder’s bedroom and soaking in the bathtub with Epsom salts to soothe the sting, my ass still hurts. I thought the soak would have eased the ache, but the skin is hot to the touch. Not to mention the handprint-shaped bruises I’ve been staring at for the last thirty minutes. I’ve been in front of the mirror since I woke from a concerning dream.
I’m just sexually frustrated. That’s all this is. Give it another hour and I’ll forget that I dreamed about Ryder stopping me from leaving his bedroom, then stripping me and tying me face-down on his bed. It felt so real as he yanked my waist to raise my bottom, pulled the butt plug out, and shoved his cock inside my ass.
