Page 74 of Crave
I remembered the mismatched buttons on her blouse and the red marks on the side of her neck. Marks that looked like someone had gripped her. They used her like they used me. Fear rippled through me, the kind that chilled me to the bone. We were used as pawns, manipulated and controlled. Only I didn’t know who did this. Who whispered in my head and tortured my mom.
I didn’t know anything.
Fresh tears slipped down the side of my eyes as I willed sleep to come. One that would take me from this nightmare and plunge me back into my normal, boring life. One where my brothers ignored me…and my mom was my world.
Darkness slowly came, creeping in amongst the memories. Whispering words I couldn’t understand…until I gave in…and fell.
“Fucking liar.”
The bed dipped hard, shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes to a shadow looming over me.
“Need to be used, isn’t that it, sister? That’s what you want right? To be owned, used.”
Cold air swept over me as the bedsheets were yanked aside.
Heavy breaths reeked of alcohol.
I knew instantly who it was.
“Theo.”
“Just a cunt to be used.” He slurred and drove his knee between my legs, forcing them apart.
“Theo, stop this.” I said quietly…too quiet.
If he heard he didn’t care. There was no stopping this as he yanked my nightdress higher exposing my panties. He stopped, then looked down, swaying above me. Those dark hazel eyes glinted in the moonlight that spilled from my bedroom window.
I couldn’t move as he reached down and dragged his finger along my hard mound and along the crease between my legs. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He met my frozen stare. “To be used.”
Heat followed the trail of his fingers as he pushed deeper, finding the ache in me.
“Jesus Christ I’m so fucking hard.”
He winced and reached down, massaging the bulge of his cock. With a moan he straightened, working the button of his pants. In a rush the zipper gave way, and the thick, hard head pushed out. He was big and erect…and dangerous.
One hard shove inside my thigh and he pushed me wider.
“Theo, no.” I whispered.
But that wasn’t what howled inside my head. A low, delicious throb came from between my legs, one that only grew bolder as he gripped my hips and lifted, yanking me hard against him.
I cried out as warmth slammed against me. My teeth found the softness of my lip, biting down.
“Can’t get it out of my fucking head.” He grunted the words, his fingers bruising as they kneaded my thighs. “You on your knees for my goddamn brother. I hate you, you know that, right?”
He didn’t even wait for me to answer. I don’t think it mattered, still I answered. “Yes.”
His hands pinched the soft flesh of my thigh, massaging my thighs wider as he slowly thrust his hips, driving against my pussy.
“Hated you the moment you came to us…and every day since. But especially now.” The whites of his eyes shimmered as he met my stare.“Especially now.”
That ache between my thighs grew more insistent. Pulsing and throbbing as the length of his cock pushed against me. The slip of thin cotton, the only barrier between us. Even that grew warm…and wet.
“Need to be used.”
A moan escaped my lips with the friction. He was so hard, the blunt head driving against my core as his hands moved closer, his thumbs massaging along the edge of the elastic.
“Go on, little sister,” he growled. “Moan and writhe and tell me you haven’t thought of this.”
