Chapter Thirty

" T hat's good enough," an Elder says. I recognized his voice the moment Dahlia and I walked in here. Jerry Richmond is Ryder's father, and my best friend will find out through him that I fucked my sister. He already knows about my attraction to her, but it hasn't been confirmed until tonight.

The other two elders—Gerard Buckingham and Stan Richards—are two of the richest and deadliest men in Vail. Stan is Mickey's father and has known how I feel about his piece-of-shit son for a long time.

My father is an elder. He may not be the most lethal of them, but he's the sneakiest motherfucker. I found out early on that my dad is an accountant by day and a thief by night. He's stolen millions of dollars from his clients and claims he's paid their taxes. When he's questioned, he makes them disappear.

I pull out of Dahlia, and my softening dick jerks as cum leaks out of her abused pussy. A shudder rolls through me, and desire licks every nerve ending in my body.

The time I spent railing my sister to the last inch of her life wasn't enough. I'm not through with her tonight. I plan on pumping her full of my spunk, just so I can see it oozing out and taste the combination of us on my greedy tongue. She says she's on birth control, and that's for the best right now. I don't want to share her with a child yet, so I intend on practicing in the meantime.

Dahlia's arms wobble as she pushes up to her knees. I help her to her feet, ignoring the icy glare she gives me. I assist her with her shorts, but she slaps my hands away. Sighing, I gather my clothes and get dressed.

"Welcome to the Exodus, Dahlia." Jerry stands and adjusts his jacket. His pants strain at his groin, and the sudden need to kill him overtakes me.

Dahlia senses my change in mood and swallows her anger for a moment to step into my path, her hands resting on my chest.

Stan and Gerard join Jerry, and both of them are sporting boners. I work my jaw and keep my glare on them when Dahlia is whispering my name, calling me to her like she always does when I'm about to lose my shit.

"I'm sure your brother will fill you in on the laws within the society," Gerard says. He parts from the others, his gaze sweeping over Dahlia, and I know the asshole is imagining her stuffed full of his cock.

"Keep looking at her and find out what I'll do with your eyes," I say.

The older man strolls across the room and, as he passes me, he gives me a challenging look. He's not the least bit intimidated by my threat. "Three against one? It's quite audacious of you to think you'd come out on top." He heads to the door while he says over his shoulder, "I have no interest in your...lover."

Jerry follows him and dips his chin in a slight nod .

Stan is the last to leave, and he slows his steps. "Good luck, kid. You'll need it."

Dahlia frowns and slowly blinks. Stan's mysterious comment means little to me. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Mickey is a pussy who enjoys picking on those smaller than him. So does his father.

Dahlia moves closer to me, seeking my comfort and protection from them. They won't harm her. For one, they have better things to do, and two, I absolutely refuse to allow them to touch a hair on her head.

The elders leave. The tension in the air eases, but not by a lot. Dahlia is still upset with me, and I can understand why. She'll come around.

"Why did you do that?" Dahlia asks. Her voice trembles, and it's not from sadness. She's angry and about to lay into me about how I'm a terrible jerk. I've heard it all before. In the end, she'll forgive me and will be beneath me before the end of the night.

"We had no other choice."

"Yes, we did!" she snaps. "I thought something horrible happened to you. I thought..." She swallows hard and punches my chest. "I thought Dad killed you."

I close the small space between us and cup her cheeks, ignoring the way her head shakes to knock my hands from her. My thumbs hook beneath her jaw, and my fingers curl to hold her in place, not allowing her to push me away.

"He didn't hurt me." But I can't reverse that sentence and still speak the truth. "I tracked you down not long after you left. No one will keep us apart again. Do you understand?"

She clutches my arms, holding on to me like she needs to feel me as much as I need to feel her. "I'm still mad at you for tricking me, you dick."

I grin and kiss her on the lips. She leans away from me, but still returns the kiss as I chase her mouth for more .

"Be mad all you want," I say. "You can hate fuck me if it'll make you feel better."

She shoves my chest with a growl. "I don't want to hate fuck you! I want to slap the taste out of your fucking mouth."

"Oh baby," I moan, and close my eyes. My cock thumps like a heartbeat and pre-cum leaks from the tip. "I fucking love your dirty talk."

"Jesus, Jax!" She smacks my face.

I groan and blink open my unfocused eyes as I stop thinking with the head above my shoulders. "Do it again," I say hoarsely. "Hit me again. Call me names. Tell me how I'm horrible to you."

Dahlia's expression morphs into surprise. "What?"

I catch her wrist and smack her palm against my face. "Hit me, Dahlia."

She rears her head back in horror, and her fingers curl into her palm. I envy them, wishing they were around my throat or clawing at my face. The few times she's strangled me always got me hard. Until now, I didn't realize just how much it turns me on when she gets violent with me.

I lean in with a smile. Her pupils expand, eating up all the brown in her irises. "You have a lot of anger inside you, sis. You just need an outlet. Let me be that for you." My grip on her wrist tightens until she winces. "Fucking. Hit. Me. Choke me. Punch me. Do whatever you want. I'm sorry that I deceived you."

Her jaw clenches. "Those things you said about me to Dad..."

"Were to antagonize him and wear him out. Don't tell me the things I said didn't get you wet. I'm not sorry about that. So go ahead. Hit me." Desire warms my body at the promise of pain inflicted by the girl I love.

Indecision casts shadows over her face, and she pinches her lips together as she makes her decision. She throws her hand back and slaps me hard against the face. I smile and turn back to her, only for the next strike to whip my head to the side again. I chuckle as she screams about how horrible I am, all while hitting and slapping me.

"I hate you!" she yells, and slaps me again. "I fucking hate you!"

My laughter dies, and I slowly turn my head, eyes narrowed. "Don't say that."

"No. I'm going to say that because it's true! You're such an asshole for what you did. I don't want you!" Tears and pain contort her soft features into something sharp and gut-wrenching.

I shove her backward, enjoying her soft whimper of fear. My strides elongate until she can barely keep up with me. She trips over her own feet and falls onto the desk, catching herself on her elbows.

"Don't. Say. That."

The fearful expression doesn't go away, but I see the anger, heartbreak, and confusion in her chocolate eyes. She doesn't mean it, and we both know it. Dahlia needs to be put in her place and reminded why we're so perfect together. She needed that outlet, and I readily took that role. But hearing her say she hates me strikes a nerve.

I yank her shorts down to her ankles and rip her fishnets wider between her legs. Dahlia kicks her boot out, shoving me back. I catch her ankle and throw her legs wide to hook around my waist while I undo my pants and pull out my aching cock.

"You want to tell me how much you hate me? Fine," I say through clenched teeth. "Just be prepared for the consequences."

I grab her hips and slide all the way inside her, denying her time to accommodate my size. Not holding back, I rut into her, fucking her into the wooden desk and reveling in her screams and how she drags her nails down my back.

"Tell me again how you hate me," I snap as I rub her clit.

Dahlia shakes her head and arches her back. "I hate you!"

I dig my fingers into her soft skin. That will probably leave behind bruises, and I hope it does. Knowing she's wearing proof of how savage she makes me will quiet the monster in my head.

"Say it again, Dahlia. Tell me how much you hate my fucking guts."

"I hate you so much!" She tenses and sucks in a breath, then orgasms. Her inner walls clamp on my cock, choking it and making it hard to move.

I bare my teeth and hiss. It's all mind over matter. Pain is my kink, and my sister gives it to me in heaps. She mutters my name like a prayer and worships me as her god by squeezing her inner walls tighter around me. Her tense muscles loosen, and she relaxes, sated from coming so hard.

"Tell me again," I growl.

She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. I grab her jaw and force her to look at me with her sad and hurt eyes.

"No," she whimpers.

I lean in with my teeth bared. "Go ahead, Dahlia. I'm listening. Tell me how much you hate me and how you don't want to be my wife."

She parts her lips on a moan and shakes her head.

"Then tell me you love me," I say.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and widens her legs for me. It takes a moment for her to overcome her pride before she whispers, "I love you."

I groan her name and crush my lips against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I chase an orgasm that starts in my balls and travels up my spine. My cock jerks, and I spill deep inside her, pushing my load deeper with every thrust .

Dahlia squirms, letting out needy noises against my mouth. I swallow every sound she makes, desperate for more. Breath trembles out of me, and I stop moving when the last of my spunk spills.

"I have a surprise for you," I say into the kiss.

Dahlia tightens her hold on me, letting me know she's listening.

I pull out of her and tuck myself into my pants while staring between her legs.

"Fuck," I mutter. "I don't know if I'll get used to that." My cum leaks out of her and drips down to her asshole.

Dahlia's cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and she squirms as she fixes her clothes. "What's the surprise?" she asks.

"You'll see." I help her stand, then put on my mask and take her hand as I guide her out of the library. The music gets louder as we go toward the front door.

"Seriously, what's the surprise?" Dahlia asks after we step outside.

My lips curl into a deviant smile that she can't see. "Like I said, you'll see, sis."