Chapter Eighteen

I blink and take in my new surroundings. I barely remember Dahlia calling me big brother to pull me out of the blackout rage I was put in when I saw Michael getting aggressive with her. I'm not fully out of it now, just enough to be aware.

I stride to my car, where Dahlia waits inside. My friends parked their motorcycles in their usual spots outside of the abandoned mansion. I count myself lucky that Dahlia didn't follow me into the house. I don't have the patience to explain why I have Kyle locked in a small room or why we brought Michael here.

She doesn't need to know about the list of names and the people we've been torturing because of their mistreatment of her. My friends may not be in love with her like I am, but they still see her as their own and even hold grudges against these shitty people.

Dahlia meets my gaze as I stride to the passenger side, open the door, and yank her out. My cock hardens at the feel of her supple flesh giving as I drag her beside me, heading toward the tree line.

"What are you doing, Jaxon?" she says as she stumbles.

"Did you already forget my warning?"

"I thought you were just saying that." Dahlia misses a step, and I steady her. She keeps up with my long strides and pants to catch her breath. I glance at her, finding her face flush and eyes hooded.

Oh.

My lip curls into a smirk, and I let go of her as soon as we're out of earshot in the woods.

"Oh, Dahlia," I croon. I lean into her, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. "When will you learn that I mean what I say?"

Her eyelashes flutter, and she shifts her weight to one leg. She hesitates as she reaches for me, and like the good big brother I am, I meet her in the middle. I close the space between us and crush my lips to hers. She molds her body to mine and buries her hands in my hair. Our tongues tangle and I shudder at the taste of her. She's sweet like mint from the toothpaste she used before we headed into town. My little sister is so desperate for me and meets my every harsh kiss with one of her own.

I don't think she realizes how much power she holds over me. She's the siren, and I'm the lost sailor. She tempts me, and I fall, drowning in her and hoping to be under her spell for eternity.

I nip Dahlia's bottom lip and end the kiss. She leans in, not wanting it to end, but I have other things I want to do with her. Our breaths mingle, and we look into each other's eyes with longing and deep-seated, carnal hunger.

It'll only be a matter of time before something more comes out of this. I plan to make her mine in every way possible. October tenth can't come fast enough .

"You're going to run," I murmur, and brush my lips against hers in a chaste kiss.

Dahlia chases more as I pull away and let go of her. I step backward, missing her touch with every foot of space I put between us. My erection presses painfully against my zipper and strains to be freed.

"Run?" She blinks out of the spell and glances around the shadowed woods. It's overcast, which means less light, which creates the perfect ambience for primal chasing. I've been dying to see her run from me for a long, long time.

My lips curl into a wicked smile. "You're going to run, and if I catch you, I'm punishing you."

"I'm not wearing the right shoes for that."

I shrug. "Not my problem." I look her over, imagining all the bruises I'll leave on her, especially on her ass. "You have sixty seconds. Sixty."

"Jaxon!" Her eyes widen as she frantically shakes her head. "I'm serious! I can break my ankle with these."

"Fifty-nine."

"Just give me a second!"

"Fifty-eight."

"These are hard to take off!"

"Fifty-seven."

Dahlia takes off faster than I thought she would. She wasted all that time to bitch about her shoes when she could have been hiding by now.

"Fifty-four." I cock my head, enjoying the sight of her ass bouncing with her frantic strides. "Fifty-three. Fifty-two."

The foliage surrounds her and removes her from eyesight, but her rushed steps are as clear as day. Dried leaves and snapping twigs crunch beneath her boots. Jesus, she makes this way too easy.

I count down to the last number but don't say the last one aloud. She knows time's up. Feeling nice, I give her an extra minute before I chase after her. Running with an erection is a feat in itself, but I know I'll resolve it shortly. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time because of the promise of shoving it deep into my sister's mouth and touching the back of her throat.

I listen to Dahlia's boots thump on the foliage and her panting moans as she pushes her body past its limit. She comes into view, and I pick up speed, eating up the short distance between us.

Sensing me behind her, she peeks over her shoulder. Her brown eyes widen, and she screams. I grin and snatch her by the arm. She throws her elbow back, hitting me in the gut. I grunt and miss a step. We fall together in a tangle of limbs, and I land on top of her. I smash my lips to hers, groaning into the kiss as I taste her, sampling the fear and excitement coming from her.

Dahlia may act sweet and innocent, but I know my sister. She's a freak like me, begging to be let out of her cage.

She drags her nails down my back and spreads her legs, drawing me in until her thighs cradle my hips. I thrust against her, grinding my erection against her pussy while I devour her mouth. She moves with me, desperate and needy for my touch.

I want to fuck her, but I have to wait. There are many reasons why, the big one being that I still need to work her up to accept me into her tight pussy. I would split her open with my girth, and I don't want to hurt her in that way.

I pull back, ending the kiss. Dahlia pants, her cheeks flushed and pupils dilated with desire.

"You ready for your punishment?" I don't wait for her answer. I pull her up with me as I get to my feet.

She puts up a weak fight as I sit on a bent tree. I jerk her over my lap, my hand settling on her ass.

"Please, Jaxon." She struggles against my hold. "I didn't want to go on that date with him!"

I jerk her shorts and fishnets down, along with her underwear. A groan slips out of my mouth at the sight of all the curves and supple flesh. My gaze traces over every soft-pink stretch mark lining her hips, thighs, and ass. I find the grooves from the cellulite endearing because they're imperfect, which makes her perfect in my eyes. Everything about her is sexy.

I smooth my palm over her ass cheek and grab a handful, pulling it to the side so I can see her wet pussy. "You still flirted with him, little sister."

"Don't call me that! Not while we're like this."

I smack her ass and grin when she yelps. "You're a little liar, just as much as you are a tease." I swipe my fingers between her folds. "You're so wet, sis. Oh, your pussy just clenched when I called you that."

Dahlia sputters, rambling nonsensical words as she comes up with excuses explaining why she isn't turned on by me calling her my sister. My fingertip circles on her clit, and she bucks her hips, pretending she doesn't want this. She grabs my knee and arches her back as I tease her weeping hole before I sink my finger inside her. Pre-cum leaks at the tip of my cock as I finger her until she's a screaming, crying mess about to come. Then I pull out.

"Ah, ah, ah," I say. "You're not coming anymore today."

"Please, Jaxon," she cries.

I chuckle and slap her ass, admiring how it jiggles and reddens with my handprint. She yells and arches her back, shoving her backside further out and inviting more pain and pleasure.

"I'm sorry!" she sobs. "Please, Jax. Please! "

I bring back my hand and whip it down, smacking her ass. She screams and jerks forward, her nails digging into my jeans and pinching the skin underneath. I shudder at the throbbing in my palm and how spanking her feeds into the sickness inside me. I really am a sick son of a bitch.

I spank her until she's wiggling and crying in my lap. She takes it like a champ, panting and moaning my name. I swipe my fingers up her folds again, finding her drenched and pulsing with need. Sticking my coated finger into my mouth, I groan at the musky scent and taste as it sinks into my tastebuds.

My cock jerks. I can't take it anymore. I need to know what it'll feel like to have her lips wrapped around me.

"On your fucking knees," I snarl.

Dahlia scrambles off my lap and turns toward me as I stand. She drops to her knees and raises those red-rimmed eyes to me. Tears track down her cheeks, smearing her makeup in an inky mess. I curl my fists to keep from throwing her onto her back as I imagine how much her makeup will smear when I'm through with her.

"Take my cock out," I say through clenched teeth.

She slides my belt out of its buckle, then unbuttons my pants. The zipper hisses as she pulls it down. She jerks my pants down my hips, freeing my heavy erection. Dahlia's eyes widen as she takes in every detail of my dick.

"Oh, god," she whispers. She looks away to meet my heavy-lidded stare. "You're huge and pierced?"

"That's right, sis. I'm your god and you're my church. Now open your mouth and let your god baptize you with his unholy cum." I grab my shaft and languidly stroke it, then slap the tip against her mouth. Threading my fingers through her hair with my other hand, I hold her right where I want her.

Dahlia's eyelashes flutter, but she does what I say. She sticks her tongue out, and I slip my dick inside her mouth, one slow inch at a time so she can get used to the size. I damn near jump out of my skin as Dahlia sucks on me, her cheeks hollowing until there's no air left and all I feel is her mouth cushioning my dick.

I clench my jaw at how warm and wet her mouth feels. She closes her lips around me and swallows me like the needy slut she is.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I growl, then shove my hips forward until I hit the back of her throat.

Dahlia gags, her shoulders rocking with each heave as she tries to breathe through her nose. She surprises me when she doesn't shove me away. Instead, she draws me closer with her hands on my ass. Her nails bite into my skin, sending zaps of pain and pleasure to the rest of my body and drawing my balls upward. Fuck me. If she keeps that up, I won't last for much longer.

A shiver runs up my spine as my orgasm rises closer, threatening to knock me off my feet and hurl me into the middle of the ocean. I hiss in a breath through my teeth and shove the back of her head, forcing more of my dick down her throat to choke her. Her mouth squeezes on me, but she stops sucking as she struggles for air.

Dropping my head back, I think about gross things, like toe cheese, infected nails, and dog shit, to fight back my climax. I don't want my sister to get the impression that I'm a two-stroke type of guy.

I grit my teeth and look down at her, my fingers tightening in her hair. "You dirty fucking girl."

Her eyes sparkle with amusement, but I want to see them full of tears, her mascara running down her cheeks. I grind my teeth together and hold her in place while I drag my cock out, then slam it back in.

"You want to fuck with me? That's fine. I'll just fuck you." I grunt as my hips slap against her face while I fuck her throat.

Dahlia's gags and muffled coughs vibrate against my dick. Saliva drips out of her mouth and clings to my cock and her chin. I drop my head back as it becomes too hard to keep my eyes open. Tingles spread through my groin, travel up my back, and shoot down to my toes. I can't hold back the orgasm this time. It strips everything out of me until I'm nothing but a man taking what he wants from the woman he loves.

I mutter Dahlia's name, grunting each time my cock hits the back of her throat. Cum shoots from the tip and rapidly fills her mouth. She struggles to swallow my load but still tries anyway because she's never been a quitter.

"Goddamn, sis," I growl, and shallowly thrust, shoving more of my cum into her mouth.

Panting, I pull out of my sister and look down at her. She gasps for air, tears shining in her eyes and, just as I hoped, her makeup runs down her cheeks. I groan as she swallows my load, licking her bruised and swollen lips.

My cock jerks, and I stroke myself while I angle her head back. I pant as I work myself to a weak orgasm and groan as more cum shoots out and lands on Dahlia's face. She closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out to catch some of it. Another shot lands on her left eye and hangs from her eyelashes. I let go of myself and suck in heavy breaths as I take in how gorgeous Dahlia looks when covered with my semen.

I dip my finger in my cum and draw an upside-down cross in the middle of Dahlia's forehead, baptizing her as I said I would. When I finish, I put myself away and crouch in front of her.

Dahlia struggles to open the eye with cum on it, so I swipe my tongue up her cheek, clearing the cum away and cleaning her off. A groan slips out of me at the salty and musky taste. She whimpers and grabs my shoulder as I taste myself, not bothered in the least. I enjoy anything that touches my sweet little sister.

My fingers twist tighter in her hair, and I jerk her head back and hover my lips over hers. I wait until she opens her eyes and meets my stare before I say, "I hope you learned your lesson, flower, because next time, I won't go easy on you."

She swallows hard. "There won't be a next time."

I grin. "We'll see about that."