16

I stare at him, panting as that night crashes over me like a tidal wave, guilt clawing at my insides. My eyes streak with tears as I swallow the lump rising in my throat.

“What’s wrong, Ebony?” he says blankly, “Remember how you tore my heart fucking out and stamped all over it?”

I blink in a daze as he points to his mask, tapping the beak. “You created this. This fucking monster inside me. And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it. I'm the plague doctor, infected with a sickness and tonight, you're my only cure."

Before I can even process what he just said, he moves, grabbing something from the side of him, and when I see the black tape in his hands, a chill runs down my spine. My heart skips a beat, and I try to take a breath, but it’s like the air has been sucked out of the van. Then he’s already on his knees in front of me, tearing the tape with a harsh, ripping sound.

“Rook, I—”

The words die in my throat as the cold tape is slapped over my mouth, silencing me.

“Shut the fuck up. Your disobedience is annoying.”

He searches my watery eyes before leaning in and flattening his tongue against my cheek, slowly dragging it upward with a growl, collecting every tear and ounce of the pain he’s causing.

“I'm going to screw every part of you so fucking hard this Christmas, Bunny. By the time I've finished toying with you, your name will be nothing but a forgotten whisper, like a shitty stain erased from my crazed mind forever. I'll be rid of you, sis,” he murmurs, his tone cracking just enough to show he’s losing his sanity. “Whether you’ll be able to scrub me off your skin, feel anything but me crawling beneath it for the rest of your miserable life afterward—is your fucking problem.”

I almost roll my eyes, defiance swirling inside me before I watch and listen to him move behind me, the sound of fabric rustling, and my pulse quickens.

“I feel like my little sister needs to be taught a lesson or two. She clearly thinks she can cock tease her big brother for years and there won’t be any repercussions.”

When I glance down, I see him holding something—a piece of black lingerie, delicate and sheer. The thin fabric barely covers my nipples as he slides it over my breasts. My body jerks, the heat of the moment coursing through me, but I don’t get the chance to react before he ties the thin strings at my back.

“She’s going to do as she’s fucking told. No buts, no ifs, no fucking nos. She’ll surrender and obey. And only then, maybe... maybe I’ll think about letting her go.”

The words hang in the air, as if I’m not even here—like I’m some fucking item dangling from the ceiling. I bite back the urge to snap at him because obviously I can’t. But it’s clear now. He’s made his intentions so fucking obvious. This Christmas isn’t about a lovely reunion, or anything close to it. It’s about power, revenge, and getting under my skin until there’s nothing left but raw, desperate surrender. That’s what he always wants.

The thing is... after the shit I’ve been through tonight, and for the past two years, I’m not sure I care anymore. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let him wreck me. Because the truth is, I don’t even know what the fuck I want any more or where my life is heading for that matter. All I know is, being here with him, I’m strangely safe, even if he plans to screw the life out of me, I’m going to secretly enjoy every damn second of this.

Next, his hands are on my hips, sliding a matching pair of panties up my legs. I can’t help but tense as they wedge far up my ass crack before he ties them into bows high on my hips, emphasising every curve.

He knows what he’s doing. He’s clearly thought about this more than fucking once. Creep.

And then I hear it—soft jingling bells. His fingers gently graze my neck, moving my hair aside before he brings a black collar in front of me, the row of silver bells on it tinkling in the quiet. The cool leather rests against my skin, and I gulp as he whispers against my ear.

“Just in case you try to escape me again… I’ll fucking find you. You won’t be able to hide from me with this beauty around your throat.”

The click of the buckle reaches my ears, and my throat tightens as he fastens it behind me, locking it in place. But despite everything, a needy little shudder runs through me.

My pussy is already betraying me.

“Then there’s this...” He lifts something into view in front of me, and my eyes widen. His low chuckle vibrates against my ear, muffled by the mask obscuring his face.

“Do you know what it is, bunny?” His tone is a taunt, thick with sadistic amusement.

I stay silent because I have no choice, but yeah, I know what the hell it is.

“Of course you do,” he sneers. “My little sister is an anal slut, after all.” The words pierce me, equal parts shame and heat blooming inside as he continues. “But don’t worry. Naughty girls always get plenty of dick in their ass at Christmas. And I can’t fucking wait to give you plenty of mine.”

I fixate on the glossy, black butt plug poised between his tattooed fingers, shining against the twinkling lights hanging above. A white, fluffy bunny tail is attached to it—a cruel fucking joke that doesn’t escape me.

“An hour with this buried inside your asshole while your cunt is fucked, filled, and ruined, and I’ll slide right in,” he says gravelly, voice dripping with filth.

His disgusting words send my mind reeling. Every syllable, every depraved threat, undoes me more. He’s mad—unhinged in ways I can’t fully understand—but God help me, I crave his degradation.

Still, I can’t help but wonder: how far does his depravity go? How much darker can this Christmas night fall? I guess I’m about to find out.