Page 116 of My Forever Sin

He looks at me, pupils blown wide, adoration in every crevice of his face. I dart my tongue out and press it to his abs, metal immediately taking over my tastebuds. I lick all the way up, a more metallic twang sizzling on my tongue when I glide past his fresh wounds, up his neck, then finally his jaw before he attacks my mouth with his again.

The taste of me, mint, and metal mixes between us as we devour each other again. A pop fills my mouth and blood rushes into my mouth. I pull away and watch as blood drips down his lip as his wound from his fight with Dorrian reopens. He leans into me again, but I push lightly at his chest, avoiding his fresh wounds, making him stumble away from me, eyes glazed and mouth parted.

He steps towards me, but I raise my hand, stopping him in place. His bottom lip fits its home between his teeth with a smirk as I command him to back away with my finger. Before his back hits the bookshelf, and the belt that held his hands together drops to the floor, I flatten my hand against the air again and he stops.

“Kneel,” I order, my centre heating as he slowly drops to his knees—shirt open, tattooed chest covered with lipstick stains—my lipstick stains and my name carved into his chest.

“Get on your hands.” And he does, his mossy eyes devouring me from a distance.

I spread my legs, my hand plunging to my aching clit. I begin rubbing slow, tight circles and his head slackens between his shoulders with a chuckle.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“Look up,” I demand, and his head immediately snaps up, his gaze locking onto my pantie covered pussy. “You want to prove you love me? Crawl to me.” I know he does. But selfishly, I want him to be at my mercy. I want someone at my mercy for once.

When he begins his advance, my walls clench inside me at the sight. This possessive, black-haired viper crawling, for me.

He killed for me. Lied for me. Made sure to fuel my rage right until the end.

I bite my lip, my fingers picking up pace as pleasure swirls in my stomach.

He reaches me, his hands dragging up my legs as his face comes in line with my pussy. His fingers go to touch me, but I stop him, snapping my legs shut.

“Beg for it.”

His eyes roll back with a groan while saliva practically drips off his tongue. “Please.”

“You can do better than that, viper.”

His teeth latch on my fishnets as he pulls. “Please, little devil. Let me suck my stepsister’s swollen little clit.” His hooded eyes swim down to my centre, his tongue running along his top lip, that piercing making my pussy pulse.

That’s all it takes for arousal to gush into my panties and my hand to fly to his hair, pressing his face into me. “Lick your stepsister’s cunt.”

He growls, ripping my tights and shoving my panties to the side. His hot tongue latches onto me as he sucks my clit into his mouth, making me scream out in pleasure. He moans as he laps at my pussy, his hands gripping my hips as he presses me into him more. I hiss as his teeth graze my clit, my hand tightening in his hair. That sweet pleasure builds low in my stomach as shivers run up my spine.

His fingers join his assault on my pussy, pumping in and out of me relentlessly, creating delicious pressure. My walls grip his fingers as I cry out his name.

“I knew you’d scream your stepbrother’s name eventually.” He chuckles before letting me ride out the waves of my orgasm. His words make my pussy clench harder. Maybe he isn’t the only one completely fucked up with a weird kink.

His mouth glistens with my arousal as he lifts to his feet. Blood continues to drip from his lip, down his throat, into my carved name and towards his stomach. He’s entirely covered in blood, and my pussy clenches all over again.

Something clatters to the floor, and then his hands are back on me again, yanking my corset down, exposing my breasts. Without me realising, he takes the knife from me.

“Kain, what—” I don’t get to finish before my back is pressed to the cold wood again and Kain stands in front of me, ‘JORDIE’ displayed on his chest, blood smeared everywhere, there’s not one spot where his natural skin colour still shows.

Glorious. The only way to describe him.

He presses the cold handle to my clit and I gasp.

“My turn.” He grins, shoving the handle inside me without warning.

“Oh, my God,” I gasp, my hands flying out to grip onto anything as I pulse around the handle.

“There’s no god here, little devil, just me. Come on, I think we’re both past believing in that prick.” He chuckles as he begins working the handle in and out of me. “You’ll be moaning my name when I stuff my cock so far into your cunt that you won’t be able to breathe.”

All I can do is moan as he climbs on the table and his tongue joins the handle in ravishing my pussy. I feel my walls already clenching around him, my hand covering my mouth to muffle my moans.

Kain groans, working the handle in and out of me like his life depends on it.