Page 15 of His Stubborn Girl

She can’t even do it. No amount of squirming gets her free, but it is getting my dick hard. I let her go, taking a step back before she feels it. “I think I proved my point.”

“No.” She stands up, looking flustered and even redder in the face. “You just proved you’re an ass.”

“An ass who cares. Now, next time you come down here, you need to bring a buddy. And if no one is around to do laundry with you, you wait. There aren’t any cameras down here, which makes it the perfect place to get attacked.”

Her glare is losing its edge as her eyes dart around the room, acknowledging I’m right, but she’s determined to be stubborn. She turns back to the towels she’s folding, giving me the cold shoulder.

I step forward and grab a towel, folding it for her, trying to ignore the raging hard-on between my legs.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to my little sister.” She doesn’t get it, but the thought causes me physical pain. If anything happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Yeah. I get it,” she grumbles. “I won’t do it again.”

11

Torrin

“I’m going to go grab the laundry, Soph. I’ll be right back.”

She looks up from her painting, asking if I want some help, but I shake my head. “No, I’m good. That’s really pretty, by the way.”

The floral canvas she’s painting is beautiful. The roses look so real. The petals detailed with dew from the raining clouds overhead. Lightning striking from the corner, breaking one of the stems. And down it falls, floating to the ground, its petals falling like tears. It’s like beauty entwined with pain, and it’s incredible. Her major is marketing, but she could honestly be an artist if she wanted.

I grab my laundry basket on my way out the door, heading down to the basement. The room is empty, which is nice. The first time I came down here, I had to fight for a machine. And while I was trying to sort the clothes and fold my panties, it felt like every guy in the room was watching me. I hate to admit it, but Lukas was right. This is where the creepers like to lurk.

The dryer still has ten minutes left so I scroll through my phone, making a new playlist, labeling itLaundry Time. The first song added is the one I chose for last year’s cheer competition. I press play as I search for others, mentally working through the routine in my head. Swaying my hips. Dipping down low. Adding another song to the list as I grind my way back up. Suddenly, my phone flies from my hand as I’m shoved forward against the machine. There’s a hard body at my back and a hand closes over my mouth. I try to scream but the sound is muffled by his rough palm. I fight to get free but he’s too strong.

“Didn’t I tell you never to come down here alone?” Lukas’s deep voice cuts through the fear, and it slowly seeps through the sound of my racing heartbeat pounding in my ears. My entire body slumps forward against the washing machine, relieved that it’s him. “I warned you, sis, but once again, you didn’t listen.”

I know he did, and now he just proved what an idiot I am for not taking his advice. God, I hate when he’s right.

“Now, you’re going to find out exactly what happens to girls who ignore their big brothers.”

I try to wiggle out of his arms, but he doesn’t let me go. I understand that he’s mad, but I think he’s taking things a little too far. He made his point. And the adrenaline is still pumping in my veins to prove it. I know I shouldn’t have been listening to my music. I know I should’ve been facing the door and paying attention. I won’t make the mistake again.

I try to speak through his palm, but he doesn’t let up. Then suddenly, I’m pushed forward. My cheek pressed against the washing machine. His hand now gripped at the back of my neck. “Okay, you’ve made your point, Lukas. You can stop now.”

But he doesn’t stop.

I feel my shorts sliding down my legs, my panties going with them. I don’t understand what he’s doing. I don’t need the full example of what someone could do; he’s already proven just how vulnerable I am being down here alone. Lesson learned.

“This is what happens to naughty little girls who don’t do as they’re told.”

I feel like a kid being reprimanded by their parent and the anger starts to coil in my gut.

“What? You’re going to spank me now? I’m not a child, Lukas. Like it or not, I’m an adult.”

His chest presses down onto my back and his lips brush up against my ear. His hot breath teasing over my skin with every gritted word. Each one scratching across my nerves, cutting down my morals to tiny little fragments. The heat is coursing in my veins. My need dripping down the inside of my thighs.

“No.” He nips at my lobe. “Spankings are for good girls. Bad girls get fucked.”

The shock leaves me frozen as a moan slips from my throat, defying me. My mind desperately tries to process what’s happening. Trying to grasp onto reality, but it feels like I might finally be losing it, like my fantasies have taken over and turned me into a madwoman. But then I feel it. His cock pressing between my legs, forcing its way into my body, spreading me apart one inch at a time.

I cling to the washing machine, feeling my legs shake as I take him in. It’s overwhelming. Shock and need tingle down my spine.

“Aren’t you going to scream, Torrin? I’m sure they’ll hear you over the loud sound of the washing machines. I’m sure they’ll come to save you from the monster.”

The washer I’m up against immediately clicks into the final spin cycle and the noise level grows even louder. But no words would pass my lips even if I wanted them to. The fight of my morality is dead on my tongue. The vibrations are hitting my clit, and the feelings are taking over. His cock is thrusting in and out. Fucking me harder and harder as I lay completely limp. Taking his abuse.

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