7

After that night, everything fell apart. Ryker was involved, and I was told to leave Ebony behind—to “focus on other things and clear my head from my little sister,” as he put it. But not until I told her how I felt—how I really felt. And let’s just say, that didn’t go as planned. She made it very fucking clear she didn’t feel the same, or at least, that’s what she wanted me to believe.

And I did. So, I did what she asked.

I stayed the fuck away. I thought maybe, she’d miss me enough to reach out. A text, a call—something. But there was fuck all. Not a damn thing.

And with each silent day that passed, my frustration turned to hatred. Because I knew. I fucking knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, but there was one massive difference—I was willing to burn the world down for her, and she wasn’t.

Ebony is darkness wrapped in white silk. Perfect, polished, obedient on the outside to the man who pulls her strings, but beneath it all, there’s a shadow inside her—a shadow that belongs only to me. It drives me fucking insane how she lets him control her, how she always does as she’s told, even when it breaks her inside.

Ryker gave me a choice that night: leave the city and disappear wherever the fuck he wanted or take a bullet between the eyes. I’m not fucking scared of that motherfucker, or fucking death for that matter, but when I spoke to Ebony and she gave me nothing to fight for, I knew it was time to go. I was too wrecked. I was spiraling out of control.

Now, I lead one of Ryker’s new biker clubs just outside of the city. Drugs, alliances, weapons, murder—it’s a regular thing. He turned me into a monster, the plague, twisted the knife until there was nothing left but violence. But I’ll never fucking forget what he’s done to me—to us. His time is coming, I have plans, and when it does, I’ll burn everything he’s built to the fucking ground and laugh while doing it.

Ebony glances at me now and then with those pretty blue eyes. Alluring, always. Icier than the fucking Antarctica, yet hotter than the scorching boarders of hell. She knows I’m watching her, showing how I still want her and that I'm still sickly fucking obsessed with her. She knows me too well, the flame hasn’t died, it’s still there, burning bright and searing my dark soul.

We’ve got unfinished business. Unspoken words and before I leave here again, she’s going to fucking hear them. She’s going to feel them. Fuck, I need her out of my system so fucking bad.

I lean over, dropping my cigarette in her champagne to annoy her and as it hisses, she gradually stands. She finally makes eye contact; a glare and I have to fight a grin. She drags her stare away from mine and passes me. My eyes follow her legs, gliding upward until they land on her round ass in that short dress. My jaw tightens, my teeth grinding as I think about eating that ass and pussy.

“Fuck,” I hiss with anger, dropping my head as soon as she’s out of sight, clearly going to use the restroom.

Don’t fucking do it, Rook. Do not fucking do it.

But I can’t. I can’t fucking stop myself; I’m fucking weak for this little bitch. I sit back slightly, pulling my phone out. I swipe through it, finding my ringtones. As soon as I press play, the sound rings out and I stand. Then I pause it, pressing it to my ear. As I pretend to be on a call because I don’t want us to be interrupted, I walk out, eyes briefly following me.

In the dimly lit corridor, I spot a single Christmas tree, decorated with warm lights, similar to the ones I used to tie her up with when I fucked her into oblivion. I lean against the wall next to it, taking in the different shaped ornaments until my eyes settle on one specific. It’s black, shiny and drops down with a spiral design, almost like a unicorn horn. I raise an eyebrow until I hear the toilet flush from behind the door beside me and my attention sharpens.

As soon as the door unlocks and opens, I rest my head back. She passes me, her long hair swaying over her ass, but she doesn’t get very far. I lunge forward, grabbing her wrist and whirl her around. My hand grabs her face swiftly, catching her off guard, my fingers digging into her jaw with a bruising force as I pin her against the wall.

Her breath hitches, shallow and uneven as Ouija, sleek and black as night, scales glinting like obsidian against the Christmas lights, coils herself around my tattooed wrist with a lazy elegance before slithering upward. She glides to the back of Ebony’s neck, disappearing beneath her dark hair like a whispered threat.

Her body stiffens instantly, her fear lighting up those icy blue eyes, a spark I latch onto. I hold her gaze, watching as my small pet snake claims and violates her inch by inch, as if she belongs to us both.

“Stay very fucking still, little sister,” I murmur, the words dripping with control.

Ouija emerges again, winding down her chest toward the heavy curve of her cleavage, disappearing beneath her sparkly dress. Creeping beneath her big tit, I watch her curl herself around it, her movements are unhurried and agonizingly slow. Ebony holds her breath, and the silence of dread pulls my attention back to her wide eyes.

“Now,” I say lowly, “lift that slutty dress and take off your panties.”

Her eyes expand further, and she shakes her head slightly. “Are you fucking insane? Dad is right there. Are you trying to get us both killed?”

I lean closer, my breath brushing against her cheek. “Yeah, I fucking am,” I mutter, my tone quiet but rich with danger. “Maybe I’m done hiding, Bunny. Maybe I don’t give a fuck if we both burn for this. At least then, I’ll have you. In life, in death—it doesn’t fucking matter. Beyond these walls, beyond these chains, even in hell itself, you’re mine.”

Her eyes search mine as I draw back, the realization of my words settling between us. This isn’t over, not even fucking close. “I’m not fucking doing it, Rook. You need to—”

My fingers clench on her jaw, yanking her forward before slamming her head back against the wall with a sharp thud.

“Do it,” I growl, my voice quiet but razor-sharp, my eyes blazing into hers.

“But Blaise—”

“Fuck. Blaise.” The name rolls off my tongue like a death knell, dark and final, the possessiveness poisoning my veins. “You either do it, Eb, or I’ll walk out there and tell Daddy I just fucked his daughter hard. Again. Get us both killed.”

Her lips tremble, unshed tears glittering in her eyes, but I don’t back off, keeping my mouth close to hers. She hesitates, then reaches down and lifts her tight dress over her hips. I tilt my chin upward in approval of her obedience. She hooks her thumbs beneath the strings and slides them down her thighs, never breaking eye contact.

The fabric hits her ankles, and my eyes flick to her lips—parted and glistening as she licks them. Leaning forward, I let my mouth brush hers, barely a kiss, just a spark to light the fire between us.

“Good girl,” I bite out forcefully causing her body to jerk.

Ouija slithers higher, winding herself firmly around my wrist. When she settles where she belongs, my gaze drops to Ebony’s panties—lacy and useless—bunched against her tall heels. A flicker of heat surges through my dick as I lower myself into a crouch, but her hand moves instinctively, tugging at her dress to cover herself.

I swat her it away with a low growl, my warning clear, and her fingers curl into fists at her sides. My gaze roams over to her exposed perfect pussy, then I side-eye the living room door.

No movement.

I reach down, wrapping my hands around her ankles, lifting each one to peel the delicate lace free. For a second, she lets out a shallow breath, probably thinking that’s all I wanted.

She’s so fucking wrong.

The moment her panties are off, I’m on her. I dive in, my face buried between her thighs, my tongue plunging straight inside her cunt. Her sharp gasp slashes through the air as her hand flies to my hair, gripping tight. I don’t stop. I glide upward, tasting every inch of her, parting her lips until I flick over her clit. Her legs buckle under my hold, and the instant her taste floods my mouth, I fucking lose it.

Fuck… My sisters pussy ain’t supposed to be this damn good. This must be what pure sin tastes like.

I shoot to my feet, grabbing her face again, my lips hovering inches from hers as she pants in panic. Without a word, I shove her backward inside the bathroom. She stumbles as I release her, her heels clicking against the tile, and I reach for the tree without losing eye contact, yanking off that gleaming ornament without a second thought.

I follow her in, closing the door behind me and locking it with a final click.

“Rook—” she whispers harshly, her hands lifting in surrender. But I’m done playing these fucking games.

I stand there, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling, eyes wild as I lift a hand to my throat. Ouija slithers higher, coiling around me like she knows what’s coming. As soon as she settles around my neck, I pounce.

I’m on her in a heartbeat, my hand wrapping around her throat, yanking her into me. Her gasp is muffled as I crash my lips against hers. My tongue forces its way past her lips and at first, she’s stiff, her palms pressing weakly against my chest, but then she melts. Her resolve crumbles, and she kisses me back with just as much ferocity. Her hands tangle into the back of my hair, pulling me deeper into the blizzard of us.

I shift, dipping down and sliding my palms over the back of her thighs. With one swift motion, I hoist her effortlessly, her heels scraping my ass as she clings around me. The ornament dangles in my hand, its cold edge pressing into my palm as I drop her ass onto the sink.

My movements are hurried and rough as I yank the bust of her dress down, the fabric sliding away until her big tits bounce free. Breaking the kiss, I dip down without hesitation, wrapping my lips around her stiff nipple and suck hard. Her body jolts, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as I bite down just enough to make her squirm.

Shifting my hands behind her knees, I force her legs high and spread them wide. She leans back on one hand, leaving her completely open to me and my gaze drops to her pussy—bare, glistening, and fucking mine.

I lower myself with a growl, my tongue darting out and lashing at her with a cruel hunger. She lets out a sharp wheeze, her hand fisting in my hair as I devour her like a man possessed. My tongue moves furiously, gliding through her lips, flicking over her clit before plunging back inside her tight hole.

Her head falls back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she struggles to hold back the moans threatening to spill free. But I don’t stop. I won’t stop, not until I’ve wrung every ounce of fucking submission from her, her silent cries fuelling the fire roaring between us.

As Ouija untangles from my throat, she slithers gracefully upward, coiling herself around Ebony’s thigh. With my mouth still smothering her soaked pussy, my tongue and teeth working ruthlessly, I release her other leg. The thick, long and cold ornament is still clutched in my hand, its weight heavy with intent.

I quickly spit on the surface, before bringing it to her asshole. My lips seal over her clit, gnawing and sucking as I press the pointed tip against her. She glances down at me and my eyes flick upward to meet hers. Her brows are pinched in confusion, her mouth dropping open on a silent gasp.

The fight is brief as I twist the ornament, extending her inch by inch. Her body stiffens, her muscles taut beneath my grip. I push deeper, harder, watching as her expression morphs from shock to unrestrained pleasure.

Her head drops back again with a low, guttural growl. “Oh. My. Fuck,” she hisses, her legs shuddering as strain coils through her body.

I don’t go easy on her tight ring. I push the ornament into her, each thrust and rotation demanding her little hole to yield to the invasion. But as soon as her muscles give way and she’s loose enough, I ram the entire thing inside her, over and over again wrecking her with a wicked force and pace, unable to stop myself. Her pink, stretched asshole swallows the black object repeatedly, gliding over its groves as if it belongs there, as if she was made the take the fucking thing.

My mouth never leaves her pussy. I devour her, my tongue flicking and exploring, drinking every drop of her arousal as it leaks. I nip at her swollen clit, suck it between my teeth, the taste of her sending me descending deeper into the abyss of her.

She starts hyperventilating, her big tits bouncing with each desperate, shuddering breath as the pleasure consumes her. I can feel it—feel the way her climax is building, the way her asshole sucks the object effortlessly inside her and my movements grow more violent, until she explodes. Her body jerks as she suppresses a scream, her pants broken as she fights for oxygen. Her pussy clenches, her asshole spasming in time, the aftermath rippling through her.

Even as she starts to tremble, I don’t offer leniency. I push her further, fucking her ass harder until her legs shake and her body writhes, overwhelmed by the punishing overstimulation.

I give her one final lick, gathering her sweet come on my tongue, cherishing her taste before ripping the ornament out of her ruined asshole with a final, harsh yank.

As more come leaks from her pussyhole, dribbling onto the tiled floor, I rise between her quivering legs, my eyes trail up her beautiful body. She’s a fucking masterpiece of mess—head flung back, tits heaving, eyes still closed as she struggles to come back down to earth.

I raise an expressionless eyebrow, but satisfaction curls in my chest, even as the ache in my cock and balls becomes almost unbearable. As I stare at her, I place a firm hand on her hip and Ouija coils herself snugly around my arm again, a silent witness to the destruction I’ve left in my wake. My free hand tangles in the back of Ebony’s hair, gripping a handful and her dazed eyes finally flutter open.

I lower my mouth to hers, our lips touching as I whisper, “I’ll see you real soon, my bunny.”

Her eyes scan mine, still glazed with the impact of what I just did to her, but she doesn’t say a word and her silence says enough. I press a soft, lingering kiss to her plump lips before stepping back, my fingers releasing her hair. But as soon as I place my hand on the door handle, a knock hits the wood.

“Ebony are you okay in there?” my mom’s voice calls from the other side of the door.

I roll my eyes, my teeth biting in annoyance, while Ebony bolts into action. She jumps off the sink in a panic, her movements frantic as she scrambles to pull herself together.

“I’m okay, Cind!” she shouts, her voice high-pitched as she yanks her dress down, smoothing the fabric with her hands.

Her wide eyes flick to mine, then, with a hasty breath, she blurts out, “I don’t suppose you have any pads here?”

I smirk slightly, enjoying every second of her discomfort and glance at the door again.

“I might. Let me check!”

I hear the sharp click of my mom’s heels retreating, fading into the distance, and I turn to face Eb. She’s standing in front of the mirror now, her eyes cold and distant as she smooths down her clothes, restoring herself to the image of what she believes is perfection. But there’s nothing perfect in the air between us.

I move behind her, my presence a reminder of how filthy with sin she really is. I’m an unremovable fucking stain. Always will be.

“You were so much more flawless when you were a fucking mess for me,” I murmur, grazing against the shell of her ear. “You come like a fucking demon but taste like an angel, little sister.”

She rolls her eyes, the only defence left in her, before shaking her head and turning to meet my gaze.

“This has to stop. We both know it,” she whispers, a thread of hesitation in her voice, but I know her too well.

“You weren’t saying that a fucking second ago,” I counter, “when I had my tongue buried inside your cunt, while I wrecked your ass with a Christmas tree ornament."

Her eyes widen, her cheeks burning red, but I close the space between us in a single stride until my lips glide over hers as she tips her head back, my breath hot.

“You can pretend all you want, act like a prim, proper fucking princess for everyone else, Eb. But for me? I know you. The real you. The dirty you. You’ll always be that little slut—greedy, desperate, wanting nothing more than to be filled by your big brother’s cock.”

Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes showing she’s caught somewhere between defiance and something darker, something she can’t deny.

“You’ll never fucking escape this. You’ll never escape me. And this Christmas? You’ll see exactly how far I’ll go…” My teeth sink together, the words biting from my mouth, “To. Destroy. You.”

She breathes heavily, her eyes scanning mine before slanting them and I continue.

“Let’s see how you like to be used,” I exhale, and her brows pinch slightly.

“Used?” she repeats, her whisper sharp but wavering. “You fucked me once… When is it ever enough for you, Rook? You got what you wanted. You can’t just walk back into my life and demand—”

“Did I?” I cut her off, lifting a brow. “If I remember correctly, I broke you in. I gave you more orgasms than you could count in mere minutes. But did I claim you? No. I never got to fill you with my fucking cum.” My voice dips, turning cruel. “I was dragged out of your tight pussy before I could even take what was mine.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, her expression hardening. “And whose fault was that?” she bites back, her eyes warning me. “You told me to be quiet, and I did, despite the pain. I stayed silent until you couldn’t help yourself—until you fucked me so violently, I thought you were giving me organ damage.”

The memory slams into me like a wrecking ball, vivid, scorching, every sinful detail replaying in my head like a sensual masterpiece. I can’t hold back the growl rumbling from my chest, my dick tingling with that same overwhelming sensation when I think about it. The best night of my fucking life, and it was taken away too soon.

“That was nothing,” I snarl, a wicked grin tugging at my lips, my voice thick with malice. “Nothing compared to what I want to do to you now.” I lean closer and her body stiffens. “I’m not the boy I was back then. I’m a fucking man now. You thought I was rough then? I’m now a man with a seriously fucked-up imagination. And judging by the way you just handled that Christmas horn thing—oh, little sister, you’re not the sweet, innocent girl I once knew either. You’re a fucking anal slut.”

Her eyes flash with disobedience, her chin lifting in a desperate show of control as she crosses her arms tightly over her chest, so I press closer to deliver the final blow.

“Daddy will never know his perfect daughter likes to screw her ass with a big, pink dildo and has learned how to squirt when she climax’s.” My whisper is lethal, a dark secret drawn into the light.

Her defiance shatters in an instant. Her face falls, her blue eyes widening in disbelief as realization sinks in—I’ve been fucking watching. I’ve been stalking her, scrutinising her every dirty secret, peeling back the faultless mask she hides behind.

“You always get your laptop so fucking wet, Eb. Sometimes I wonder how the fuck it survives with all that come you spray over it.”

She blinks at me, blankly, like her mind is struggling to process my sickening words, then, with sneer, I murmur, “What’s that Christmas song? You know the one…” I pause before my voice drops as I sing darkly, “I watch you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad or good… so be good, for goodness’ sake.”

“You sick fuck,” she seethes, and her fury is intoxicating, but the way her voice trembles with shame and humiliation is even better. This is us, who we used to be, and I relish the back-and-forth bullshit.

I grin, biting my pierced bottom lip as my eyes move down her body, a sweep that leaves no part of her untouched by my hungry gaze. When I look at her again, I see it—fright, anger, arousal—a cocktail of emotions she can’t hold.

“Only for you, sis,” I murmur as I throw in a wink. “But please don’t ever be a fucking good for me. I like it when you’re a bad girl. My naughty list… Fuck, it’s only growing longer for you, bunny. Your name is printed all fucking over it. Tell me.” I add, my voice a seductive, dark whisper edged with menace. “When are you’re going to sit on my knee… I mean, cock.”

Her eyes squint, her jaw tightening, and for a second, I see the spark of the girl I used to know—my sister—who would never back down from a challenge when we were alone, who always rose to my annoying taunts like they were a goad she couldn’t refuse.

She looks like she's gonna fucking fight me, like she’s itching to go at it the way we did when we were younger. Back then, it was all harmless—just me provoking her until she snapped, and then she’d throw herself at me with an anger that could make anyone believe she stood a chance. But she never won. Not fucking once. I’d always pin her down, holding her squirming body until she gave up or screamed in frustration.

But now? Now it’s different. She knows better than to attack me, knows exactly what would fucking happen if she did. Because if I pinned her down now, it wouldn’t stop there. No, she’d be pinned down and fucked. Hard. Only screaming for more.

Suddenly, there’s a sharp knock at the door, and my mom’s voice seeps through the wood.

“Got some!”

Ebony pushes against my chest, forcing me back. I move sluggishly, my body reluctant, until I’m hidden behind the door. She side-eyes me, then takes a deep, steadying breath before reaching for the handle. Her face transforms instantly, that fake smile slipping into place as she opens it.

“Oh, thank you!” she chirps, her voice laced with forced sweetness, taking the pads from my mom’s outstretched hand.

She moves to close the door, but my mom stops her with a hand pressed firmly against it and Ebony freezes, her posture rigid.

“Have you seen Rook?”

Ebony shakes her head slightly and lifts her chin. “No,” she replies smoothly. “I’ve been in here.”

My mom hesitates, the silence between uncomfortable. “Oh,” she says finally. “He must still be on the phone.”

There’s a beat of tension before she speaks again, “wait, is that one of the Christmas tree ornaments?”

My eyes flick to it lying on the floor and the temptation to smirk claws at me, but I stop myself. I watch as Ebony glances back at it, her movements stiff. “Hm,” she says, her voice light but strained. “It must be. I’ll bring it out in a second.”

The silence that follows is stifling, heavy with suspicion. I can almost hear my mom questioning everything, the gears in her head turning, but finally, she leaves. As the door closes, Ebony’s shoulders drop, her body slackening with relief.

Without hesitation, she bends down, snatching up the ornament. Straightening, she moves to the sink, her steps rushed, her expression tight with irritation. She scrubs it under the tap, her head shaking with frustration. She doesn’t even look at me. It’s like I’m not even here anymore, like I don’t fucking exist.

When she’s finished, she dries it, then without a word, without even glancing my way, she unlocks the door and walks out, her anger clear in the air she leaves behind.

I stay still for a moment, the sound of the closing door echoing in the silence. Slowly, I let my head fall back against the wall, my eyes slipping shut as my hand drags over the stubble on my jaw. I exhale heavily, her cold persona settling in my gut. My hand falls limply to my side, my head dipping forward as defeat starts to hit me all over again.