Lahat ng Kabanata ng You Are Mine, Little Sister: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Crawling back on my knees, I dipped my head to the floor. I glanced at his legs spread apart with me kneeling before him. With my wrists still bound behind me, my posture looked pitiful even to myself. I truly felt like his slave and him, my master. Another tear joined the first as I stuck out my tongue and brushed against the mess he left behind.I dragged my tongue slowly across the floor, tasting humiliation more than anything else.He didn't look away. His cruel eyes peeled me open, drinking in every second of my disgrace like fine wine.I cleaned it all—every last drop—with my tongue. My eyes were filled with renewed hatred when I straightened and looked up at him. "That was perfect, Green," he said in a sultry voice, running his finger along the seam of my lower lip. "Did I taste good on your tongue?""No. I wish I could throw up."A laugh rasped out of him, and fuck, I hated when he did that. "Since you got to be a good girl, I'll overlook your strikes." He threaded his f

His signature smile tugged his lips as he stalked toward me. "I told you I'd give it to you, Rali."Reaching me, he seized my waist and yanked me so suddenly against him that I had to slam both palms against his chest just to keep my ribs from colliding into him."Why so impatient? Hmm?" His voice was a low murmur, but his eyes were rabid, devouring my lips like they were the last meal on a death row menu.I needed to get out of this situation. Now. "O...Okay." My voice cracked as I swallowed a breath that stuck halfway down my throat.Gently, I slipped out of his hold, relieved—almost giddy—when he let me. Maybe I could escape into the bathroom, maybe lock the door and breathe like a sane person again.But I'd barely taken two steps when his hand caught mine. A heartbeat later, he spun me around and bent me over the dresser."Wait...!" I tried to push him off, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head down. My cheek kissed the wood, and his other hand locked my waist in

"Back to my question, honey." Igor clapped his hand. "She has a name," Void chimed in, his tone suddenly dipped in steel. "It's Rali."My stomach flipped. Igor blinked, clearly embarrassed before recovering with a brittle laugh. "If I'd gotten married earlier than I did, Machai, I'd definitely have a daughter her age," he said and I could feel the awkward chuckle scratching at the back of his throat "Okay, Rali. How did you two meet?"I risked a glance at Void who seemed utterly enthralled by his plate. Shit. There was no way I was answering that. «Actually, we met in a foster home.» Nah. I wasn't about to announce to a table full of designer-clad strangers that I was a discard of the system.Or maybe, «I met him in a man's house when I was just about to have sex. Guess what he did? He killed the man and his guards.» Yes. That sounded more fun.I flicked another glance at Void. This time, the bastard was smiling at me. Not a warm, boy-next-door smile, but the kind that said: Strug

I curled my fingers again, thrusting as I continuously hit that spot. Her soft cry traveled all the way to the part of me that adored her sweet tight cunt. My fingers jerked, ringing out another cry. I studied her expression: her lids had shuttered close and her lips were forming an 'O'. Just when I was sure she teetered at the edge, I snatched my fingers free. Confusion flickered in her eyes as she snapped them open. Her breath came in harsh ragged gasps. She looked like she had a 'why' question on the tip of her tongue, but my Rali would rather chew nails than say it. I wanted to punish her with this. Wanted to make her understand that for the rest of her days, I was the only one she'd be getting pleasured by. But fuck, I couldn't just walk away, not when her teary eyes were peering at me and her thighs were exposed from my invasion. Fuck no. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I crashed my lips on hers. She pushed against me for some time before her body sagged in surrender.

His eyes meeting mine again, they were far deadlier than before. I tried again to retreat but the damn stool pinned me like a bad decision I couldn't take back.Maybe he'd hit me. Or worse. Fortunately, he turned and stomped away. I brushed my fingers into my wet strands, turning around in frustration. No, there was nothing fortunate about this. I didn't know what he was thinking, and with Void, that was the most dangerous thing of all.How did he know about the note? Was it possible the monster had me under some sort of surveillance? The thought sent chills skidding down my spine. I chased after him, the knot in my stomach loosening only slightly when I saw he was headed for our cabin.As soon as we stepped inside, I folded my arms tightly across my chest, squaring my shoulders. "You need to remember we're on a very famous boat. You can't do anything silly in here."He dropped the note on the table, then moved to pour himself a drink. God, he was pissed. "Look," I tried, keeping