Page 31 of His Ruin
That was the first time someone looked at me like I wasnormal. Because Mrs. Agnes had heard of far worse. I was docile in her eyes, just a nineteen-year-old man trying to deal with his sick obsession with his sister.
“What?” I prod. “You don’t like it when I call you little sister?”
Her face screws up. “I don’t like it when you say vulgar things and add little sister to the end of it.”
“Personal preference,” I shrug.
“You’re disgusting…” she trails, looking away from me.
“And what does that make you? St. Melody, the perfect little doll our parents love—”
“Stop it, Kaden!” She bites, crossing her arms over her chest. “Leave me alone.”
“Give me another kiss and I will.”
She shakes her head, a humorless chuckle leaving her. “You’re so needy.”
I cup her chin, pulling her face to me as I capture her eyes with my hold. “I’m only needy for you. Kiss me, Sunny.”
I can feel her swallow before she tilts her chin up. Her eyes close as my lips press softly against hers. I take this one slow, letting every ounce of affection and need bleed from me. When I pull away, she’s breathless, and her chest is flushed. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown, and swallowing the honey irises.
She can deny this all she wants, but she can’t hide her reactions to me. She fucking loves it.
She pulls back, shaking herself out of her trance as she rolls the end of her shirt between her fingers. “We have to stop doing that…”
“Why?”
She glances away from me, a pause hanging in the air. “Because it’s wrong, Kaden.”
“Then I don’t want to be right,” I say easily.
Melody slaps her hands on her thighs, turning to me. “We can’t. We’re siblings.”
My chest pangs with something I can’t understand—can’t grasp. It hurts like a bitch. “No one will know.”
“I’llknow,“ she stresses. “Can’t we just go back to normal? How things were before…”
No.
I could never go back to being just her big brother. She’s embedded in my fibers, woven through my DNA like a cure to the venom that courses through my veins. If she wants the illusion of not knowing, I’ll give her just that, but I’ll never allow us to go back to the time before I knew what her lips tasted like.
She’s mine.
Whether she wants to be or not.
“Okay,” I sigh, the word feeling like heavy sand as it forces past my lips.
It’s only to please her. Nothing more. This isn’t goodbye.
She sits back in her seat, the tension rolling off her shoulders as she gets comfortable and takes another sip from her travel mug. “You really do make the best coffee.”
And you would make the perfect little fucking plaything.
That practiced ease settles into my bones so heavily that it feels sterile and unfamiliar. I give her a crooked smile, my mind raging with all of the ways I plan to show her that she needs me. “Anything for you, Sunny.”
Anything.
As I pull into a parking spot near the building designated for student orientation, Melody stops me before I can get out.
