I toss the sheets off me and walk down the hall to the kitchen, stopping dead in my tracks. There she is, sitting quietly, sipping from a mug.
The moonlight hits her face, making her appear transcendent, like a fucking angel sent from heaven. She’s this perfect, pure thing lusted after by demons who want to violate and defile her.
I could stare at her for the rest of my life and be content. She’s that miraculous. It should be a sin to be as attractive as her, to walk around in society among common folk.
I want to hide her from all prying eyes yet show her off like the prized diamond she is. No other woman on this planet could hold a candle to her, and here she sits in the dark, not realizing the power she wields with her undeniable beauty. No one else, man or woman, could hold a candle to her.
Sure, I love the guys. Both of them are parts of me, but Stella is my heart. She completes me. She completes all of us. She makes us a family. Now I need to convince her to stay.
I’m a piece of shit for bribing her. We all are, but she’s the blood running through my veins, the last thing I see when I close my eyes at night, and the first person I think about when I wake up in the morning. I can’t tell you why she’s so important to me. She just is. Some things can’t be explained, and my need for Stella is one of those things.
She takes another sip of her drink and licks her lips, causing my dick to twitch in my pants. She doesn’t realize I’m there. Maybe that’s one blessing of being a killer. You can watch your prey for days on end without them knowing you’re there, and when they notice you, it’s too late.
I walk up to her, keeping my steps light so she doesn’t notice me. Right behind her, I stop. I’m so close I can smell the shampoo in her raven hair. My fingers twitch with the need to grab those ebony locks and yank her head back. But right now, it’s time to show her everything I want to do to her.
I bend down, placing my mouth on her ear. “Miss me, Kitten?”
She jumps, and the mug flies from her hand, crashing to the ground. It smashes and spills its contents onto the floor. “Axel.”
“Yes, little sister, it’s me.”
She blanches my name for her, but she doesn’t correct me. After her performance in the forest, I know what my kitten needs. She likes to pretend she’s a good girl, but for me, she’s always gonna be bad.
“Did that make your pussy wet?”
She tries to move away from me, but I tug back with the use of her hair and hold her still. “I asked you a question, little sister. Does your big brother make your sweet cunt wet?”
She doesn’t answer me, and I pull her hair until she’s facing me.
“If you want me to stop, let me know.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whimpers.
I wrap my other hand around her neck, and her pretty brown eyes widen. But it’s not fear in her eyes. It’s lust. My kitten likes this little game as much as I do. I move toward her, and she retreats until her back is against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She’s wearing Kian’s robe and takes a deep breath as my fingers play with the knot holding it together. “Tell me what you want big brother to do to you, sis.”
“Touch me down there,” she whispers.
“Touch, you where? Use your big girl words.”
She glares at me, her eyes flashing venom, but she says the words I want to hear. “Touch my pussy, please.”
“Aren’t you a dirty slut, begging for your big brother to touch your wet cunt?”
“Yes,” she pants. “I’m a filthy slut.”
Shock rocks through me at her words. I’m not expecting her to partake in the dirty talk, but goddamn, it’s hot as fuck.
I squeeze her breasts, and she whimpers. “You make me hard as fuck. Driving me crazy for five fuckin’ years. I should punish your cunt for all the years of torture. Show you how naughty you are by letting you walk around with a sore pussy.” I pinch her nipple between my fingers.
Stella pushes her hips forward, her body begging me to provide her relief. As much as I want to tease her, the need to be buried deep inside her is greater.
I move my hand between her legs, rubbing my knuckles on her bare cunt and feeling how drenched she is. “So wet for me, baby. Tell me you want your brother’s cock in your pussy.”
“I want your cock in my pussy,” she repeats.
Not good enough. “No, little sister. I want you to call me your brother and beg for my cock like a good whore.”