Chapter 5

5

Ripley

My back arches on a gasp, my knees falling open.

Yes.

Finally.

I want to moan those words into his ear, but I bite my lip and endure the wonderful suffering in silence. His fingertips trail down the center of my body, the pad of his middle one sliding between the lips of my womanhood. I jerk on the bed when his touch travels over my sensitive nub and I want him to linger, to massage it, but he’s breathing heavily, sweat starting to speckle his wide shoulders. There’s a desperation to him that makes me think of mating season between animals, full moons and the feverish bucking of hips.

As soon as he finds me wet, he gives a low, reverent curse and grips himself, prodding my opening with the broad tip of his arousal. “God, Ripley, sweetheart, I tried to stop wanting you so fucking bad, but you make it impossible.” He inches inside me, pressing, working his hips to stretch me, and just when the pain begins and my muscles start to seize, he seats himself inside of me with a snapping thrust. “Ahhhh. Jesus.”

My ears are ringing. Oxygen has vacated my lungs.

Mase’s full weight is pinning me down, his shaft thick and pulsing inside of me and the pressure in my lower belly is almost too much to bear. I scrape my fingernails down his hips and push, trying to get him off, but it’s futile. I’m a mouse trying to move a mountain.

“I’m sorry,” he exhales against my ear, the muscles of his abdomen jumping, hollowing, a hungering rumble building in his chest. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Ripley. I tried not to be rough. I’ve just been suffering so long. And you’re so wet and warm and…God, baby. Tight.”

“It’s okay,” I whimper, without thinking, my thoughts scattered like buckshot. “It’s okay, Uncle Mase. It already feels better.”

The scarred giant on top of me freezes.

For long moments, there’s not a single sound in the room except for my pounding heart.

Oh boy.Okay. I was going to reveal myself sooner or later. Maybe I didn’t really ease into it, the way I’d planned, but I’m quickly realizing there is no way to ease into this.

My mask is ripped off, revealing Mase’s livid face looming over me.

“Ripley?” he growls, crumpling the mask in his shaking fist. Shock holds his features hostage as he looks down between our bodies at the place where they lock together. “Goddammit. What the hell did you do?”

This is the problem with being a troublemaker. I’m able to convince myself my actions are benefitting the greater good. I never see the flaws in my plan until it has been executed and then, whoosh, there’s that pesky error, blinking like a neon sign. What if this doesn’t work? What if my subterfuge actually drives him further away than before? “I’ve wanted you, too,” I whisper shakily, panic spearing me. “You were being too noble a-and—”

“And now I’m raw dogging my virgin niece in a fucking brothel.” His hand comes up and wraps around my throat, lines of strain appearing around his mouth. Those long, blunt fingers flex and quick bursts of breath fall from his mouth, as if it’s taking every ounce of his willpower not to move. He is moving, though. Inside of me, his huge sex beats in a low, hungry rhythm, still continuing to grow, pressing impossibly deeper. “You went too far this time, Ripley,” he chokes out, tightening his grip around my throat. “You’re meant for better than this.”

“No,” I whisper, stroking my palms over the meat of his pectorals. “I’m meant for you. If that wasn’t true, you wouldn’t need a picture of me to—”

“Shut your perfect mouth.” His head drops forward, shoulders starting to heave. “I’m trying to make myself pull out, but you’re gripping me so tight.” His groan vibrates through me. “God. You feel so good.”

“Don’t stop, Uncle Mase.”

“I have to stop, dammit,” he pants.

The pain has almost completely fled me at this point and now there’s a thrum in my lower body that matches the throb of his manhood. My muscles have stretched to fit him and now they fix around him almost lovingly, contracting and releasing involuntarily. “Ripley,” he pleads hoarsely, his hand still banded around my throat. “Ahhh, Christ, what an eager cunt you’ve got, sweetheart. Make it stop teasing me.”

“No.” I pull my knees up, settling them against his expanding ribcage. The move causes him to sink deeper and he grits a roar in response, his hand leaving my throat to brace himself on the headboard. “Can’t you move a little?” I murmur, threading my fingertips through his black, curling chest hair. “Just to show me what it feels like?”

A shudder wracks his large frame and I hear the headboard creak in his grasp. “I move once and it’s on. I won’t stop until your little pink pussy is sloppy with come.”

I’ve forgotten my regrets over being deceptive. I can’t think of anything now but giving myself to this man the way I’ve always dreamed. He needs me. There is a picture of me two inches from my head, for chrissakes. If that isn’t proof that he needs me as much as I need him, nothing is. I want Mase to lose himself in me. Lose his reservations. I want to show him with my body and this offering of my virginity that there is no one better. No one I’d rather have touch my body. Possess it.

Biting my lower lip and watching him through my lashes, I writhe my hips side to side, lifting them as much as I can with Mase’s heavy body pinning me down. His jaw loosens as I wiggle and strain, his eyes losing focus. “Show me what it feels like to be a woman,” I whisper, arching my back, bringing my breasts inches from his mouth. “Show me.”

“A woman?” His laugh is dark and out of breath as he glances over at the photograph. “You’re barely that. The things I’ve thought of doing to you, Ripley? They never should have let me out of prison.”

He’s been planted inside me so long, throbbing and throbbing, that my body is starting to accept those beats of his shaft as friction. There’s a spot inside me that feels tender and incredible all at once and every time he swells against it, a little more pleasure invades my limbs. Pleasure and anticipation of finally having my frustration solved. “What kind of things did you think about doing to me?”

“Enough,” he pushes through clenched teeth, his body now shining with sweat. The exertion of staying still and not driving into me. “Enough or I’m going to demonstrate.”

I drop my hands to my breasts, massaging them deftly, watching his eyes go black. “Do it, Uncle Mase. I deserve it, don’t I? For teasing you for so long?”

“Yes,” he says raggedly, his huge, perspiring body flattening mine, his face nuzzling roughly into the crook of my neck. “Christ. Christ. I’m going to fuck her. I can’t stop.”

And then he rears back and slaps his hips forward, impaling me forcefully.

My mouth falls open on a silent scream, lust screaming through my nerve endings, darting inward and clustering beneath my belly button. “Oh yes, Uncle Mase,” I gasp, my thighs fidgeting against his heaving sides. “More. More.”

“Look what you made me do,” he grunts into my neck, rocking faster into the cradle of my hips, my ample wetness making it possible for him to squeeze his still-lengthening shaft into my channel. When does it end? How much bigger can he get? “Your parents trusted me. Even with my shit past. They even asked me to let you stay at my place for a week while they went to Carmel. Do you have any idea what would have happened if I’d said yes?”

I trap a moan in my throat, his pumps so ferocious now that my fingers are clinging to his shoulders out of necessity. The week my parents went to Carmel, I’d just gotten my driver’s license. And God, knowing he’s been lusting after me as long or longer than I’ve wanted him only makes me writhe my hips with more purpose, brings my nails scoring down his back. “What would have happened?”

“You would have been walking funny when they picked you up, sweetheart. Don’t act like you don’t know.” He lifts his head and looks down at me, his expression half affectionate, half mean. The combination is a drug to me. I love it, because it defines this man. Pissed off and loving. Rough and tender. “Nah, fuck that, I wouldn’t have been able to let you leave. They would have had to pry you out from underneath me, huh, baby?”

“Yes,” I whine, playing with my nipples now, sending pulses to my core which is rapidly starting to spasm, as if predicting a storm. “Yes…”

His hard-on thrusts into me ruthlessly, the bed quaking and groaning beneath us. “You like hearing how fucked up I am over you? You like knowing this obsession has only gotten worse, every goddamn day since I saw you?”

Unable to speak due to the oncoming rush of the unknown, I can only nod.

Above me, Mase’s features begin to contort and it’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. The visible loss of control. He’s close to the end and I get to watch as it happens. His lower body pistons furiously, finding that glorious spot inside me faster, harder until my vision begins to blur, my stomach muscles seizing. He’s not the only one about to reach this destination we’ve been pushing towards since I walked into the room. “Ain’t pulling out. Can’t. Warned you last time what would happen and you didn’t listen.” He leans down until our lips are a breath apart. “You want my come, stubborn little niece?”

“Please,” I whimper.

“I get yours first,” he rasps, our lips grazing together and making my heart squeeze. “Drop your knees wide. Spread yourself open for me.”

I don’t break eye contact as I follow his instructions. Focusing is almost impossible when pleasure is bearing down on me, but his intensity is an anchor preventing me from flying away.

“Good girl. Now let me work.” Mouth poised on top of mine, Mase angles his hips differently, pressing the slick girth of his erection down on my clit and bucking fast. Fast. Fast but gentle. Lust paralyzes me, traps me, smothers me in its grip as the bliss moves in and crowds out reality. There is only the swift, perfect pressure of Mase’s light grinds on my sensitive nub and I’m almost over the edge when he kisses me. Kisses me for the first time. His lips are hard and demanding, the rasp of his unshaven jaw abrading my chin and cheeks. When our tongues lick together and we both moan, there’s an awareness of exactly how forbidden this is. What we’re doing. He’s more than twice my age, he’s my step-uncle and he’s paying me for sex. “I tried to stay away, Ripley,” he growls, ripping his mouth away. “Now I never will.”

Hot shivers wrack me and I start tearing at his hair, frantic to reach the end, while also being terrified of the immensity of what my first orgasm will feel like. “I can be your little secret,” I sob, my words jumbled and almost incoherent. “I won’t tell, just don’t push me away.”

My climax grips me and I scream, drowning out whatever Mase said in response. It’s more monstrous and overwhelming than I could have dreamed, taking hold of my intimate muscles and strangling them with pressure, before soothing them with relief. I shake and squirm and whine my way to the end, batting at his shoulders with my palms, feeling the cascade of my own moisture coasting down my inner thighs.

I think I leave earth for a moment and when I return, Mase is slamming his broad inches into me, over and over again, his face screwed up with pain. “Here it comes. Take my come. Take it.” A hoarse sound leaves him and he stiffens, hot spend leaving him and filling me up. “Coat your fucking womb in it.”

This part of the act was something I never imagined. The rawness of taking his fluids into my own body. How fiercely possessed and owned and coveted it would make me feel, to be the keeper of the proof of his lust. Feeling his hot eyes raking me, I open my thighs wide as they’ll go and let him watch me take it greedily, milking his size with my inner walls and mewling my pleasure, my fingers twisting in my own hair. Reveling.

“FUCK.” His hips piston all the harder, splashing his desire everywhere, the wet sound filling the room along with his frantic grunts. “You beautiful little brat.”

He stills one final time, roaring up at the ceiling, and collapses on top of me.

My mind is reeling. My body? Forget about it? I can barely feel my legs.

I can only locate my lungs as they struggle to fill themselves.

There is a bone-deep satisfaction inside of me. A completion I never want to live without. And I won’t have to now, right? We made confessions to each other. He told me how much he’s wanted me and now that we’ve ripped off the Band-Aid of the forbidden, how can we ever stop? My body knows who it belongs to and so does my heart.

My optimism takes a nose dive a minute later when Mase lifts his head, his lips peeled back in a snarl. “Christ, Ripley,” he seethes. Facing away from me, he sits up on the edge of the bed and buries his head in his hands for several beats, sweat and nail marks decorating his tattooed back. Before I can ask him what he’s thinking, his hand shoots out like lightning, wrapping my hair in his fist and drawing me whimpering to my knees. I’m thrown face down across his lap before I can catch my breath, his hand raining down stinging slaps to my backside. He’s spanking me. Hard. “Are you happy now, you little liar? You’ve conned me into a ruining your life.” Smack. Smack. “Is that what you wanted?”

“You aren’t ruining anything,” I choke out, struggling to get away. The rebuke is turning me on, making my flesh clench and search for another invasion, but his anger, his words are causing my chest to cave in. “Uncle Mase! Stop!”

“See this?” He palms my right butt cheek, soothing the sting, before smacking another one into its place. “This is what I’ll do if you don’t answer your phone. If you smile at another man. If you’re late coming home. Did you think I’d be prince charming, sweetheart? No, I’m your fucking master. This is what you wanted. Right?”

Tears flood my eyes and drip down onto the carpet, the fight going out of me.

What he’s trying to tell me penetrates. He’s saying these things to scare me away, to make me sorry, maybe even to shatter my feelings for him. Doesn’t he realize nothing will accomplish that? I love him. I always will. And the fact that he’s trying to push me away after what we just shared, after I gave myself to him…it slices my heart straight down the middle.

He doesn’t feel the same way. I’m a nuisance to him.

Something he was trying to avoid.

My pitiful sob rends the air.

Mase’s body stiffens beneath me, his hand dropping lifeless to my lower back. “Ripley,” he says gruffly. “Sweetheart, I…” But I’m already scrambling off his lap and scouring the room for my robe, stupid hiccups tripping over my lips. I have to get out of here.

I find the blue silk and belt it around my sated body, lunging for the door—

He blocks my exit, his hands landing on the meat of my arms and holding me captive. Whatever he sees in my face leaves him stricken. “You’re not leaving like this.”

“Oh yes I am.”

“Ripley, you tricked me. I was pissed off.” His voice shakes with passion. “There are reasons I’ve kept my hands off you and now—”

“Now I’ll make that a lot easier for you. Let me go!”

Even in the muted light, I watch the color leach from his face. “I shouldn’t have spanked you like that. Out of anger. Christ, it was your first time. I should have held you—”

I interrupt him with a hiccup, more moisture leaking down my face and he just watches, visibly devastated. So much so that his hands drop like they weigh a thousand pounds and he stumbles to the side, clearing a path to the door. And I take it, running down the hallway barefoot to the thankfully empty changing room. Blindly, I grab whatever possessions I can find that belong to me or Alana, bundling them to my chest and leaving once again.

For a moment in the hallway, I’m disoriented and turned around, but with Mase only a few yards away in our room, I make a break for the second closest room, knocking on it and hoping like hell Alana is on the other side.

When she opens the door, I’m so grateful to see her familiar face, my knees dip. Her eyes are kind of stunned, teeth marks embedded in her lips. I want to know every single thing that happened to her—and I will find out, so I can make sure she’s okay—but right now, my flight instinct is screaming at me to get away from the source of my pain. “I have to go,” I whisper, imploring her with my eyes. “I have to get out of here. Now.”

Concern transforms her dumbstruck expression. “Oh my God, Rip. What happened?”

“I’ll tell you later, just…please drive me home.” I shoot a nervous glance down the hallway. “Now?”

“Of course.” Alana turns in a circle and crouches down to drag her robe up off the floor, wrapping it around her naked body. Then she closes the door behind her and follows me toward the emergency exit. “Wait,” she calls behind me. “I need my car keys.”

I dangle them over my shoulder without slowing down and a second later, we’re roaring out of the parking lot in her car, leaving my shattered heart behind.