Page 41 of Silks

Her phone buzzes as I’m choosing my words carefully, my lips falling to her throat in my greedy need for her.

It’s another message angry at my sister for not delivering information on Barrington Stables.

Fucking shithead, whoever they are.

No one but me is allowed to force Ophelia to do anything.

There’s one thing I now have to take care of first before I can make my sister love me.

“Come here,” I said. “I know a shortcut.”

My little sister turned obediently to follow me in the trail through the woods.

Her obedience made my skin heat.

Even though I knew it would be short-lived.

“I’ll give you one more chance to tell me who you’re working for,” I said, greedily gobbling her round ass up with my eyes.

Oh god, I wanted to lick down that delicious crack.

“Or what?” she said defiantly.

“Or I’ll make you,” I said.

Ophelia turned at me in a fury. “You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed, and I captured her arms easily and pulled her in for a kiss.

Kissing her was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I went through most of my life blasé and bored as fuck.

Not when it came to my sister. Kissing her was a shot of adrenaline, headier than a bottle of whiskey, something that made my whole body feel alive.

The only thing that made my whole body feel alive.

Was it normal to be this wrapped up in another person, this dependent upon someone else to be happy?

If it was, I didn’t give one single fuck.

I needed my sister and I was going to have her.

Her squeaks and protests did nothing to soften my cock, which was instantly hard as a rock at her touch, even though she was shoving at me, trying to get out of my embrace.

Nope.

“You’re mine, Ophelia,” I said, reluctantly letting her go, that taste of her tongue and lips hot on mine.

Then I flipped her around and pressed her up against a tree, holding her two wrists tightly behind her back.

“I’m going to get that name out of you.”

She began to shriek and I leaned closer, so I could feel the pleasure of my cock rubbing on her back.

“Scream all you want, sweetheart, but I’m not stopping. You’ll just bring everyone here for the balloon race in to watch me spank you.”

“Spank me? I will rip your balls off your body!” she yelped, but I noticed she stopped screaming.

“Baby, my sack is heavy as fuck for you, and I’m going to fucking unload in you as soon as you give me the name.”

She made a noise between a moan and a gasp and it was impossible to resist kissing her neck.

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