6

I stagger down the shadowy upstairs corridor, each step heavy, my mind blurred from the drink. The bathroom door looms ahead like a dark portal. I shove it open, my hands shaking as I flick the light on, flooding the room with harsh brightness. I slam the door shut behind me and kick off my shoes, my body yearning for sleep. The mirror calls me, pulling my gaze. I’m a mess. Smudged mascara streaks down my face, the result of a night gone too far.

I twist the faucet open and scoop water into my hands, splashing myself with cold water. The shock of it stings, but it doesn’t numb the gnawing feeling inside me. I rub my face, trying to scrub away the evidence of a night I can’t control. When the make-up is gone, I fumble behind me, unclipping my bra and tossing it aside, letting my heavy breasts fall freely in my red dress. I yawn, the room spinning as I flick off the light and step back into the hallway.

The dimness of a distant light from downstairs at the end of the hall is my only guide. My hand skims the walls, searching for the cool metal of a doorknob. I don’t care which room I end up in. It doesn’t matter. There’s so many rooms in this damn Lakehouse. I twist one, the door creaking open and I barely notice the soft glow of Christmas lights tangled around a headboard as I shut the door behind me.

As I move toward the bed, another yawn escapes me, but this time, longer, louder and my eyes scrunch closed. My knees hit the mattress, and I yank the covers back, crawling under before wrapping them tightly around me. But just as I feel I’m about to drift into a deep slumber, something moves behind me.

My eyes snap open, wide, but before I can react, a powerful arm wraps around my waist, dragging me back forcefully against a solid, bare chest. The suffocating weight of a hand presses over my mouth, muffling my breath. Every muscles tenses, my heart hammering in my chest, adrenaline flooding my veins. Rook lifts his head, looking down at my panicked side-profile. Fuck. I’m in his bed by accident.

“Well, well, well. Aren’t you a silly Christmas bunny.” His low growl vibrates against my ear, a warning laced with desire.

His hand suddenly moves down the front of my body and I freeze, but only for a second. His fingers sneak beneath the fabric of my panties, pushing in with a force that makes my stomach flip. My hand shoots out, gripping his thick wrist to stop him, but not enough to truly fight him off. His fingers press harder, through my lips, finding my clit and a shudder runs through my thighs, my body betraying me as a soft moan slips against his hand.

His intentions are clear. He has me now, alone. In his bed. And nothing's going to stop him. He’s finally not taking any more of my resistance.

He pulls his hand out of panties, only to yank my thigh open, exposing me completely, a silent, dominant demand to keep them wide. My breath catches as I meet his dark, predatory gaze, and he slips his hand back inside, his fingers exploring me with a brutality that makes my chest tighten and my pussy throb.

He moves with purpose, no hesitation, no tenderness. Every inch of me is claimed, touched, violated, from front to back—nothing left untouched, nothing left for me to hide.

“See, you’re always waiting—wondering when I’ll drag you to the fucking edge again, when I’ll force it on you so you can surrender because we both know you’ll fall. You want to drown in sin, don’t you, little sister? In me and this twisted fucking hunger we’re not supposed to feed but can’t seem to starve.”

He's not wrong, I can feel it in the roughness of his touch, it ignites something inside me. It floods me, needy and desperate, a wave of arousal and humiliation crashing over me in waves. I can feel myself, shamefully far too wet and eager already, but he doesn’t care. He smears my come, spreads it over me, relishing how fucking soaked he’s making me.

Forbidden, warped desire rips through me, my innocence gradually being pulled from the inside out. This is wrong. So, fucking wrong. This is my big brother. But my body—my traitorous body—burns with the heat of it. It feels like everything I’ve ever wanted, even if I can’t admit it. This is why I’ve tried to avoid him lately. The anger, the hatred, the way he makes me feel so fucking powerless. I can’t stand him sometimes, and yet, here I am. Allowing it.

The moment he realizes I’m enjoying it, my hips bucking instinctively against his hand, begging for more, he removes the one clamped over my mouth. I gasp, desperate to find my voice on instinct, to stop what feels inevitable.

“We can’t—” I whisper, but he’s already on me, his breath hot and sharp as his snarl cuts through the air between us.

“Shut the fuck up before our parents kill us both. You think you can flirt with other guys? Your little cunt is desperate for it, but it will only ever be for me. It always has been and tonight, my bunny, I’m breaking you the fuck in.”

The words snap through me but before I can even draw another breath, his lips crash against mine. The kiss is bruising, desperate, his tongue invading my mouth with a feral hunger. His dominance is too much, and I’m left struggling to keep up. My inexperience is a stark contrast to his, but his intensity and our connection pulls me under, sweeping me away with every flick of his tongue.

And then there’s his hand. His fingers tease and torment, stroking my swollen clit with a devastating accuracy. Each movement sends fire rippling through me, my body betraying me as it arches, shivers, yields.

Just as I start to really get into it, he pulls back suddenly, leaving my lips swollen and tingling. My protest dies in my throat as his hand slaps over my mouth again, silencing me. His green gaze is piercing, dark and heavy, holding me captive as his fingers slide lower.

My heart pounds, my entire body taut as he presses against my wet entrance, taking a small pause, like he might be hesitating himself, but then, he pushes past it and starts to slip a finger inside my untouched pussy. I realize I’ve already surrendered, whether I wanted to or not and my eyes close, the sensation of the small stretch evading my senses.

I hold my breath as he pushes deeper, his finger sinking in until it’s buried to the knuckle. The pressure leaves every nerve ending alight and his finger doesn’t stop; he starts to slip it in and out, slow and steady, teasing me.

I can feel him watching me, his gaze heavy, like he’s unraveling me with his eyes. Each stroke against my walls pulls a small sound from my throat, a broken whimper I can’t contain.

“Shhh…” he breathes against the shell of my ear softly. “If you want me to keep touching your little virgin pussy, you’re going to have to be so fucking quiet for me, Eb.”

I nod without meaning to, a silent agreement, my body already betraying my mind. His finger continues dragging against my walls in a way that leaves me gasping into his palm.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice dark and approving as I shudder beneath him.

He removes his hand from my mouth gently, almost teasingly, letting my muffled breaths escape into the air. His lips linger above mine, so close they almost brush, but instead of kissing me, he slides his finger out again. This time, another one nudges against my hole, testing the limits of what I can take.

My body clenches in protest as he pushes them in, a sharp gasp escaping as the pressure builds. He doesn’t stop. His fingers force me open, inch by inch, in a way that feels unbearable and consuming all at once. He reads every flicker of pain, every shiver of conflict. He takes it all in, as if he’s searing every moment in his mind forever.

My thighs tremble as I struggle to adjust, and when he finally sinks to the base of his knuckles, a low growl rumbles from deep in his chest.

His gaze flicks to my lips, lingering there, but I know Rook. I know what he wants, what he’s always wanted. To ruin me. He’s said it enough times, and the sinister glint in his eyes tells me that it's taking everything inside him not to finger bang me right away.

When he draws his fingers back, the friction makes me gasp, and he closes his eyes, exhaling like he’s cherishing every second of it. His forehead presses against mine, and for a brief moment, it almost feels gentle. Almost. Then, without warning, he shoves them back inside me.

The force knocks the breath from my lungs, a silent scream catching in my throat as pain blossoms between my legs. My thighs snap shut around his hand, my body shuddering as the sting crashes over me.

His eyes flash open, locking onto mine with a fierce, almost punishing intensity. “Fucking spread them,” he snarls quietly. “You’re gonna take what I do to you.”

I meet his gaze, a small silent plea, but he shakes his head in return, his forehead still pressed against mine.

“You should know better than that, Bunny,” he murmurs. “This? This is fucking nothing. I’m breaking you in slowly for your sake, because I love you. But when I’m balls deep inside this perfect pussy, I’m tearing you the fuck apart. Piece by fucking piece.”

My chest heaves, thighs shaking as I try to process what he’s just said, but the truth is, I already know. Whether through pain or pleasure, it didn’t matter—he was always going to make sure I’d never stop feeling it. Never stop feeling us.

“Take off your panties,” he orders, and I lower my hands to my hips, taking the strings before easing them down my legs.

With his fingers still sunk deep inside me, he shifts, rising sinuously, his movements careful as he positions himself between my legs. My eyes trail down his incredible body, taking in the ink that marks his skin, every muscle that flexes against the twinkling Christmas fairy lights above us.

He leans over me, forearm planted beside my head on the pillow and his mouth hovers achingly close to mine. Slowly, he slides his fingers out of me and my breath catches as I feel him smear a slick mixture of my come—and possibly blood—across my tender, throbbing pussy.

Before I can even process the humiliation or heat of it, his fingers sink back inside me, then he starts to fuck me with them. The rhythm is steady, each thrust a perfect balance of pain and promise. My eyes squeeze shut, my body writhing beneath him as I chase the flickers of pleasure.

His hand finds its way behind my head, tangling in my hair before yanking it back hard, asserting his control over me. A whimper escapes as the tension forces my neck to arch, exposing my throat to him. Vulnerable. Open. Exactly how he wants me.

He dips his head, his tongue and teeth working in perfect unison, attacking my neck with a brutal kind of seductiveness. He sucks and bites, branding me with every mark he lays on my skin. Each nip stings and soothes all at once and it has my head spinning. His legs remain firmly between mine, pinning me open, forcing me to endure everything he’s giving me without escape.

His fingers grow more ruthless, hitting deeper, rougher, and my body surrenders completely. The wetter I get, the more determined he becomes, the curve of his fingers destructive. When he starts to curl them just right, hitting something inside me that makes my vision blur, I start hyperventilating. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, it’s different to the other times I’ve experienced oral orgasms by him, and it pulls a strangled, shameful moan from deep in my throat that I can barely stifle.

Every nerve in my body is alive, tingling, as something builds inside me with startling intensity. The wave rises fast, impossibly fast, just like my breathing. I ride the peak, every hard thrust of his fingers sending me higher, until finally, it crashes over me.

The release tears through me like a lightning strike, white-hot and all-consuming. My muscles jerk uncontrollably as my pussy tightens and pulses around his fingers. The pleasure is too much, too quick, yet impossibly perfect, and I can’t stop myself from falling apart beneath him.

But he doesn’t stop.

His fingers continue their ruthless plunges, drawing the aftershocks out into a searing, unbearable high. My body feels helpless against the way he’s wringing me out, heightening the sensation.

Finally, he calms his movements and lifts his head, his lips inches from mine as the remnants of what he’s just unleashed, gradually fading. As my hips twitch against his hand, bucking against it, his gaze is dark, pupils blown, burning with something almost feral, but his mouth is gentle as he brushes it over mine, kissing me softly.

I’m breathless, undone, my mind spiralling from the haze of pleasure but one thought pierces through the fog.

I need more. I need him. All. Of. Him.

My hand glides up the length of his arm, the tension beneath his skin thrumming against my fingertips, until I’m wrapping it around his broad shoulders. My fingers find their way into the thick strands of his dark hair, threading through and tugging lightly as I catch myself. My other hand moves, trailing down the front of his body, grazing over the ridges of his hard abs.

Our eyes stay locked, a silent war of control and surrender, as my fingers dip beneath the waistband of his boxers. The heat radiates against my palm as I slip inside, the rough texture of his pubic hair brushing against my skin, guiding me to where I need to be.

I find him, my hand wrapping around his cock, and my breath halts. He’s too thick, too long, the heaviness of him in my hand enough to make me clench my thighs together and run. His lips part slightly, a breath hissing out as my grip tightens. I drag my palm downward, feeling every ridge, every bulging vein, every detail of his rock-hard dick beneath my fingers.

His eyes grow darker, a storm brewing in them as a low, guttural growl escapes his throat. My thumb brushes over the slick tip, the cool metal of the piercing that I’ve always known was there, gliding over the pad, and I bite my lip to stifle a whimper, feeling the need pouring into me like a greedy wave.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Rook?” I whisper, my voice breathless, yet daring. “Are you going to take my virginity and make me yours like you’ve always promised?”

The words linger in the air, and I know I’ve lit a fire that neither of us is prepared to put out. This is my surrender to him. Finally. I’m giving into what we both want. What we both need. Right now, the consequence doesn’t matter enough for me to stop.

He doesn't respond, he withdraws his fingers from me, the slick drag making me tremor with the sudden emptiness. For a moment, I think he’ll leave me hanging in this deprived state, but then he lifts his hand to his mouth. His gaze locks with mine as he sucks on his fingers, tasting me, and the wet sound fills the space between us before he spits on the tips.

I free his cock from his boxers, hefty in my hand. The heat of him pulses against my palm as I drag my fingers down the length, admiring but fearful of the sheer size of him. He grabs it from me, smearing the spit over the tip.

Before I can catch my breath, his hands grip my hips, yanking me further beneath him and the force of it sends a thrill shooting through me, my body falling completely under his control.

With one swift motion, he gathers the fabric of my red dress in his fists, pulling it up my body. The friction against my skin is quick and he doesn’t stop until the dress is over my head, leaving me utterly naked.

As soon as my breasts bounce free, his hungry eyes take me in briefly, and I don’t even feel shy about being naked in front of my big brother. That’s weird, isn’t it? That’s got to be weird.

Then he’s on me, his large body presses down on mine, the searing heat of him engulfing me, and the skin-to-skin contact makes my nipples hard in an instant. His lips find mine with a kiss that’s desperate, as if he’s starving for me, and I kiss him back with the same urgency, no longer hesitant, no longer holding back.

It’s wet, it’s fucking messy, but it’s us. The way we move together feels so effortless, so fucking right, like our bodies were made to fit this way.

He dips his hips, pressing his big cock against my wet pussy, teasing me, rubbing it along my slit. I gasp into his mouth, unable to stop myself from wanting more, my arms tightening around his shoulders, clinging myself to him.

His teeth bite into my bottom lip, sucking with a tug before his tongue thrusts down my throat again, claiming me with a savage hunger. Every touch, every kiss, seems to connect us in a way I don’t want to escape.

Then, without no more hesitation, he presses the tip of his pierced cock against my entrance. The sharp pain that follows as he pushes forward is almost too much, and I have to break the kiss, straining for air.

My body arches beneath him, instinctively trying to adjust to the burn of him filling and stretching me. He presses his face into the crook of my neck, his breath ragged as he whispers darkly, “You might want to bite down, bunny. This won’t be fucking easy at first. Relax and let me take control.”

I do as he tells me, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and he hisses. I attempt to relax, to let him press deeper, but it fucking hurts. He feels massive inside me and my legs tense instinctively, my body fighting against the intrusion, but he doesn’t falter. He continues, pushing further, ripping through every barrier I have until finally, he's fully inside me.

A shuddered breath escapes me, mirrored by his, as we both pause. His chest heaves against mine as we take in what just happened. Slowly, his head lifts, his heavy eyes meeting mine. My gaze softens, and our connection solidifies, a silent understanding passing between us.

His lips curve before his expression darkens again. His gaze falls to my mouth, lingering for a beat, and then he’s on them. His mouth claims mine in a kiss so intense it steals my breath. His tongue sweeps over mine, dominating, demanding, and I surrender.

As his hips flex, he pulls back, gliding his cock along my walls, then he thrusts back in, slow at first, but I whimper into the kiss, my nails biting into his shoulders as his pace begins to quicken. He groans low in his throat, the sound rough and raw, and I fucking love the sound of it.

With every drive inside me, my body gives way to him, the pain melting into a pleasure so intense it leaves me reeling. My walls tighten around him, the slick heat between us making each stroke smoother, deeper. I lose myself in the rhythm he sets, the way his cock fills me over and over again, erasing the chains of our world away until there’s nothing left but us.

When he realizes I’m taking him easier, I can feel the change in him, the last threads of his control snapping. The dominance radiates off him, tangible and electric. He tears his lips from mine, and before I can process what’s happening, his strong hands snatch my wrists. His thrusts ease, never stopping, but his focus sharpens. I’m so lost in the haze of lust that I barely register the cool, rough press of Christmas lights being wound tightly around my wrists. The cords bite into my skin as he secures me to the headboard, locking me into place.

His breathing grows heavier, rough with barely contained frustration, as he pulls more of the lights. The tension in the room thickens as I feel him loop one behind my knee, yanking it high and wide until it’s pressed beside my shoulder. The vulnerability of my position sending a wave of both terror and arousal coursing through me. He does the same to my other leg, restraining and positioning me so I’m spread wide open for him, utterly at his mercy.

His hand glides up the centre of my body, his palm leaving a trail of heat in its wake. It doesn’t stop until it wraps around my throat, his grip firm, possessive. He leans in close, his lips ghosting just a breath away from mine, and the darkness in his green eyes sends a shiver down my spine.

“I’m going to fuck you exactly how I want to fuck you now, little sister,” he snarls, low and menacing. “Your tight cunt is mine to destroy, to break in fully, and you’re going to fucking take it. Every agonizing, pleasurable second of it. You’re going to come for me again and again, until we’re both red and raw from the friction. I don’t stop until I think it’s enough. Do you understand?”

I swallow against his hand, searching his eyes before giving a small nod, mentally preparing myself for the onslaught I’m about to feel.

“Words, Bunny. Use your fucking words. Tell me.” He whispers forcefully, his hand tightening on my neck.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and for a moment, I hesitate, feeling ashamed of what I’m about to admit. But we’re already passed it. We’ve already crossed the big red line.

“Fuck me hard, big brother,” I whisper, my tone cracking but sure. “Show me how much you’ve wanted this. How much you’ve wanted me. Make me never forget it.”

A growl tears from his throat as he slaps his hand over my mouth, silencing me with firm pressure. His other hand grips the headboard, knuckles white as he holds it steady, anchoring us both. At first, his thrusts are steady, making me feel every inch of him. But it doesn’t last.

Soon, he’s slamming into me, his cock driving so deep it feels like he’s touching places no one ever could—like I can feel him in my fucking stomach. My legs tense, my body trembling uncontrollably, and the screams I can’t hold back are muffled against his hand. The relentless force of him, the overwhelming sensations, consume me entirely.

He makes me come,

Once,

Twice,

Three times—

I’ve lost fucking count, the pleasure shattering me over and over.

I’m dripping, I can feel the mattress beneath me is soaked with my come and blood, my thighs slick, and his drenched cock glides in and out with a wet, filthy sound that fills the room. He doesn’t even slow down, as if the mess we’ve made only drives him more savage.

His hips slap against my skin with power, echoing through the room and my legs strain against the Christmas lights, the bindings digging into my flesh as his pace becomes brutal. A fleeting thought flickers in the back of my mind—what if someone hears us? But it’s drowned out by the sweeping sensation of him.

I always knew Rook was insane. But this? He’s lost himself, his mind crazed by me, by this. He’s not just fucking me—he’s rewriting me, violating me for anyone else. With every thrust, he carves himself into me, so deeply, so thoroughly, that I know I’ll never be the same. My innocence is long gone now, it’s been torn right out me by my big brother. And I crave it. I want him to destroy me, to let his darkness seep into me, winding itself around my soul.

When he comes the first time, he pulls out quickly, his cock twitching as warm ropes of his jizz pump over my swollen, battered pussy as he jerks himself off. The heat of it soothes the throbbing for a stolen second. His forehead presses against mine, his breath coming in heavy bursts as we cling to the wreckage we just created.

The room is thick with the scent of our sweat and sex, and I can barely breathe, each inhale shallow as I struggle to recover. But the respite is short-lived. I see it—a flicker in his eyes, dark and unreadable. Before I can process it, he grabs his hard cock again and plunges back into me in one swift, devastating stroke. A cry tears from my throat, muffled by his hand, the mix of pain and pleasure overpowering.

He doesn’t hold back. He fucks me violently, my tits bouncing wildly. I sense the pent-up frustration pouring out of him with every thrust. It’s all there—the hunger, the longing, and something deeper, riskier. Love. Distorted, uncontrollable, undeniable love.

Suddenly, he removes his hand from my mouth, and before I can catch my breath, his lips crush mine in a feral kiss. It’s desperate and full of everything he can’t say. My body tenses beneath him as his hips drive into me, but then his hands move, both gripping the sparkling headboard for leverage.

My legs hang limply in the Christmas lights now, twitching and numb, utterly dead from his harsh speed. And then, just as I’m about to come undone again, his rhythm changes. His thrusts become more controlled, as his mouth moves against mine with tenderness.

The kiss softens, his lips brushing mine in a way that steals my breath all over again. A low moan escapes me, spilling into his mouth as his cock fills me so completely, so perfectly, I can’t imagine ever wanting anything else.

“That's my good little sister. Look at you—you’re taking my cock so well. You were always made for me, for this devastation. You were born to be my beautifully, ruined obsession,” he whispers breathlessly against my mouth.

He trails kisses down the line of my jaw, and I tilt my head back with a gasp, the sensation making my skin shiver.

“I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy with my cum now,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

His mouth then claims my nipple, biting and sucking, pulling moans from my throat that I can’t control. Both his hands find my throat, squeezing as he presses down, pushing me deeper into the pillow, his eyes glittering with sinful darkness.

I gasp, desperate for air, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if I pass out. He starts hammering into me with cruel strength, forcing me to take every inch of his big cock repeatedly, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall echoes in my ears, drowning out my strangled cries.

I can’t fucking think. I can’t even process the fact that we’re playing with fire—that if anyone finds out he’s ruining me like this, if anyone hears us, it’s all over. It would destroy everything, end us both. But it seems like Rook is ready to risk it all for this moment. When I come again, my mind unravels, each wave of pleasure crashing through me like a violent storm.

And then, suddenly—the room is colder, his heat gone as he’s ripped out of my pulsing pussy in the middle of our chaos. Before I can gather myself, I hear it—a loud crash. My eyes snap open, wide with panic.

The light flicks on, blinding, and my body moves instinctively, slamming my tied legs shut as I scramble to the side of the bed, pressing myself to the headboard. My heart races, but everything seems to move in slow motion as my gaze falls on him.

Rook. Standing there, his body coiled with tension, like a beast ready to pounce.

But it’s not him who has my attention now. No, it’s the man standing in front of him. My fucking dad. His chest rises and falls with each breath, fists clenched, wrath in his gaze. Tears sting my eyes, my heart hammering in my chest as I struggle against the Christmas lights, desperately trying to free my hands because I know—without a doubt—someone’s going to die tonight.