Page 36 of Splintered Desire

I move onto the bed, less careful now that I’m here, settling myself above her, one leg on each side until she’s trapped. There’s no way she’s getting away from me this time, and thanks to her pretty little lock, she won’t be getting anywhere in a hurry either.

I don’t need to see myself to know the smile that's curling my lips is sharp and wicked. How could it not be, knowing my beautiful little sister is completely at my mercy?

With a groan, I grip the base of my cock in an attempt to stop the build of my release. I know I won’t last long, but this is ridiculous.

I need to hurry up so I can ensure I get to paint her face with my cum, awake or not.

She’s on her side, one hand under her pillow, the other twisted up in the blanket, essentially trapped, at least for a moment. Yes, I want her to struggle, but I don’t want her to get away, at least not until I’m done with her.

Her mouth is slightly parted, and I can’t resist the urge to lean in, pressing the sticky tip of my cock to her lips, painting them with the drops of pre-cum she’s got leaking from ‌me right now.

“Fuck,” I hiss as the sight makes my balls tighten further, and then she does the unthinkable: her tongue darts out to lick at that plump lower lip.

I find a rhythm pumping my cock close enough that I’ll have no problem painting her face. If I weren’t so fucking close, I would snap a picture for later, but there’s always next time. And there will be a next time; this can’t be the only time, not now that I’ve had a taste of her.

I’ve always had an addictive personality, and I’ll be damned if she didn’t just fill that ache I’ve been carrying around.

Our poor, innocent little sister won’t stay that way for long. Pity; she’s so much fun like this.

Her eyes flicker behind her lids, and I groan loudly, no longer trying to keep quiet; the idea of her waking enough to push me closer to the edge.

The fear that I know will shine in her eyes—will she be disgusted? Probably, but eventually I’ll turn that disgust into a craving.

I’ll make her realize what she’s missing out on.

Her eyes fly open and lock with mine before they harden, and pain explodes in my leg. I come so damn hard I forget to breathe as hot ropes of cum paint her face; the pain only making my pleasure that much more euphoric.

She’s a fucking vision; the heat in her gaze isn’t fear or even disgust, it’s loathing and the pain in my leg…

It’s a fucking knife, wedged deep into my thigh, her tiny fingers still wrapped around the hilt.

A smile pulls at my lips, and I choke on a laugh as I try to remember how to breathe before tossing my head back and barking a laugh.

This little kitten seems to have claws, and fuck me, if that doesn’t make her even more addicting.

I’ve had a lot of women; never has one had the balls to stab me, even if I was a little rougher than they wanted.

With one hand still wrapped around my cock, I use the other to smack hers away. Pulling the knife free, I grit my teeth against the pain that makes my softening cock twitch.

It’s no secret I’ve got a few screws loose, always have, but I’m not sure little Zela really got it until just now. Her eyes flick between the knife and up to my face; finally, I see the slight hint of fear, and honestly, it only makes her more beautiful.

“Marked as mine in both cum and blood.” I press the blade against her cheek, the sharp edge resting against the corner of her lips as I lean in, running my tongue over the cool steel to taste the metallic flavor mixed with my salty release and her sweet flavor.

I’d make a drug of her if only I could handle sharing.

“You will never be free of me now, little sister. I’ll follow you to the ends of this earth, this life, and the next. You will always be mine.”

I drop the blade back on her bed as I swing myself up and off of her. My leg protests but holds as I move back toward the window as I tuck my once again hard cock back into my pants as she scrambles to sit up and arm herself again.

“Until next time.” With a lazy salute, I drop back out her window onto the eave below just as she reaches the window, looking down at me. Her chest is heaving, face still dripping my release, my blood mixed with it on her cheek, even as she attempts to wipe it away with her arm; all she manages to do is smear it around.

Sexy as fuck.

The knife is clutched in her fist, and I have no doubt she would have stabbed me again. She didn’t hesitate the first time; she definitely won’t next time.

Kinky.

I blow her a kiss and continue down the roof to my window. It sure beats climbing all the way back down and taking the stairs with a stab wound.