Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Fear flashes in her eyes, thickening my cock. Her body stills and she stiffens. “What do—”
I silence her words with more pressure on her throat, rendering her incapable of speech. She tries to scream, but the only sound coming from her mouth are gasps for breath as her warm blood floods my mouth. I suckle her blood like a baby famished for food. Some twisted part of me thinks that if I drink enough, I’ll somehow connect her to me.
“You’ve made me go mad, Kat. Some days I wake up and think I’ve lost all touch with reality, consumed with a desire only you can put an end to. My love for you isn’t pure anymore because I don’t know how to show it to you without causing you pain.”
I yank down her jeans and cup her panty-clad pussy, pushing the fabric into her slick slit. “Already wet for me, Princess, aren’t you?”
Moving down her body, I leave a trail of teeth marks on her skin, one on each breast, and between them. On the left side of her stomach, then the right until my eyes feast on her pussy. She moans when I lick her through her panties.
“Aren’t you a horny little slut? Are you hoping your brother will get you off while covered in your other brother’s blood? Is that what you want?”
“You’re not my brother,” Kat croaks.
“But I am Kat. When your father took me in as his son, I was there. I felt the shame of loving someone in ways I shouldn’t have. It was like a dull blade scraping against my young, foolish heart. The humiliation of standing there while I watched other boys flirt with you while feeling impotent, unable to do anything about the feelings I had. That’s a memory that’s burned into my brain. I’ve always been your brother, Kat. I just never wanted to be. God knows I never felt like your brother.”
With my trusty knife, now saturated in Henry’s blood, I take a stab at his wrist while I hold his hand steady, pushing it into the sand with my own.
Kat screams and jerks away, trying to cover her face, which yanks Henry toward her, due to the handcuffs.
“For Christ’s sake, Kat, hold still! I’m getting the cuffs off!”
“By cutting off his hand? You’re going too far,” she sobs.
“Fuck that! He went too far. Henry went too fucking far. He killed our family. He raped you, Kat. He ruined us all!” I hock up phlegm and spit in his face. “He’s lucky I’m not cutting off his fucking dick and balls or severing his head!” I yell as I stab repeatedly into Henry’s wrist.
I must stab twenty times before the goddamned thing gives way. The tendons and ligaments are gristly and tough as I twist his hand three-sixty until it finally pulls away. The cuff slides off and I toss the hand into the surf while Kat rolls away and groans in disgust.
Chapter 23
Katelyn
His words hurt. I know he’s saying them to wound me, but not one syllable is a lie. “I never wanted you to be my brother. You never were in my heart. It didn’t matter what the world thought. You were never my brother, Heath. You were, you are, my heart.”
Heath nips at my labia, causing me to jerk. He pushes my panties aside as his tongue slides against my center. His warm breath is like a lover’s caress against my clit. My eyes shut and a sense of calm washes over me. This is the Heath I know, gentle, loving, the man who can bring my body into such bliss that it transports my mind into space, floating and never wanting to come down. It would frighten a sane woman the way Heath attacks my body. He’s an animal at this moment. The man has taken a back seat while the beast is in charge.
A sense of relief floods through me as he abandons my throat, his bloody hands latching onto my breasts mercilessly. Confusion floods my mind at the mixed sensations of unbearable pain and mind-altering pleasure as he kneads my breasts. It’s not lost on me how pain inflicted by Heath is wildly different from the violent touch I withstood at the hands of Eddie. With Heath, it’s about mutual obsession, need, and desire. It’s volatile but wanted and welcome.
“Whose cunt is this, Kat?”
I don’t have to think about his question. There’s only one answer. There’s only ever been one answer. “Yours.”
My hips jump as his palm connects with my clit. “Then why did you give it to someone else?”
What do I say to that? So I tell him the truth. “It was the lesser of two evils.”
A shrill scream echoes through the air as he slams three large fingers into me. “Was I the greater evil, Kat? Was I the one thing you couldn’t sully yourself with?” He thrusts his fingers forcefully, curling them to hit my G-spot. “Was I good enough to fuck but not good enough to marry?”