I wouldn’t put it past Jerry to help Justin plant a tracking device in her phone. Being in a secret society like the Exiled means you—including your family—forfeit privacy. If you don’t want people to watch you take a shit, you have to get creative with finding the bugs.
“I’m not sharing my location with anyone.” She hesitantly taps in the passcode.
Right before she can pluck the phone from my hand, I snatch it back and search through her settings for the Share Location feature. I’m surprised when I find the option toggled off, but also relieved I don’t have to deal with her fiancé tonight. He’ll enjoy a bloody face and broken fingers if I don’t end up killing him. That’s if he makes it here without running into some trouble, but since there are cameras littered all over the neighborhood, I’d know the second he entered this part of town.
“You didn’t give him the address, did you?” I search through the rest of her settings. I look for any signs someone added a tracking app or bug without her knowing.
“How would I give him that information if I don’t know it myself?” Madison snatches the phone out of my hand and holds it against her chest.
I raise an eyebrow. It’s a guilty move, but I know it’s because of what she has hidden in her photo album and not so much to do with Justin.
I put on a show so she doesn’t catch on that I know about her second life. “Are you lying?”
Madison doesn’t disappoint as she squirms and averts her gaze. She shakes her head. “Aren’t you concerned about Justin coming here?”
I scoff. “No.”
“What if Dad told him where you live?” She turns back to me with the cutest pout I want to kiss. My cock twitches at the thought, and the embers of lust from earlier catch fire, burning out the momentary irritation Madison’s fiancé has a knack for creating.
“Jerry doesn’t know where I live,” I say. The all-consuming anger doesn’t come whenever I think about my stepfather. All I can focus on is how badly I want to strip her out of her clothes and sink deep inside her.
Madison’s lips part like she’s about to ask another question, but then she rethinks it and closes her mouth. The wheels in her mind turn as she considers her next words.
“Why aren’t you freaking out?” she says softly.
I lean forward until our noses brush. My hands slip over the swells of her ass, and I smirk at her gasp. “You think your fiancé scares me, little sister? I had to learn how to fight when I was ten. If anyone should be scared, it’s Justin, because he won’t leave here in one piece.”
Madison swallows hard, and I watch as everything clicks in her mind. She witnessed a lot of what her friends put me through. How Mickey and his goons beat me up but never walked away without far worse injuries than I received. Whatever Justin plans on doing to me to get to Madison won’t be any different from Mickey.
I lean to the side to brush my lips against Madison’s ear. She whimpers as I slip my hands beneath her to cup her ass.
“I told you not to come into my room,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes.
Leaning back, I watch her face as I thrust my straining erection against her pussy, forcing her to feel what she does to me.
Pink creeps to her cheeks. “What are you doing?”
I rock her hips against me, testing her reaction to such a bold move, and she doesn’t disappoint. Her pupils expand, and she moves with me, slow and gentle.
“You interrupted my alone time, sis,” I say. “It’s only right you make it up to me.”
Madison’s hand trembles around her phone. “We can’t do this.”
“Why?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because you’re engaged?”
“Because you’re my brother. Isn’t that a good enough reason?”
“It doesn’t count if there’s no penetration.” I pop the button on her jeans and drag the zipper down before peeling off her pants. “You have five seconds to leave. If you’re not out of here by the time I get to one, I’ll have you naked and grinding on my cock.”
It’ll only buy her more time before I claim her. I enjoy rough play and even some dubious consent. Hell, even consensual non-consent. But Madison looks seconds away from passing out or having another panic attack. I like my women willing, not frozen in fear.
“Five,” I say.
Madison swallows. With furrowed brows, she peeks over her shoulder at the open door. She could leave at any second, and I wouldn’t chase her. Not this time.
“Four.”
