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You are too young.

Which is what I despise.

You won't understand even if I tried my best, the appreciation is something I could never expect.

All you want is more, you beg and cry, you showed the pain while I looked deep into your withering eyes since the day you showed up beside my dad.

Such a sickening irritation you are, the shades of your explicit mind seemed to be trapped in something so parallel. Can I go against every odds and have you all to myself?

You sometimes stay up all night and boil my blood.

Do I care for you? Yes, I do. For which I couldn't spill your guts, for which your eyes never showed submission, for which I had given a reason to adore you... You, My sister Kia.

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☘️This book can be read stand alone.☘️

⚠️This book isn't for light-hearted people.⚠️

If you're easily offended by (racIsm, homOphobia, religion, inSect, mental illness, BDSM, non-coNsenual, gRaphic details of intercourse, aBuse, trafficking, murder, and mafia) , kindly swipe away because I won't allow any kind of attacking privacy of me and my readers.

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"You are free to make your own choice. But you are not free from the consequences of your choice,"

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"ahhhhh!"

"Mmmmmm!"

Saskia huffed a huge intake of breath as her stomach clenched and her inner walls burned from the forceful intrusion.

Her muscles tightened and her breathing became ragged as she clung to the expensive silk bed sheets for dear life, grasping whatever she could fist with her palms as her body rocked violently against the massive King-size bed.

Coey gripped Saskia's waist with a crushing force.

Fresh more bruises painted along her smooth skin.

His pelvis roughly smacked against her backside as he mercilessly pounded into her from behind, never missing a heartbeat.

"oh, god!" Saskia whined as his thrusts became more threatening and more painful.

She stuffed her face into the silk pillow that smelled exactly like the man ravaging up her insides.

She clawed at the sheets, desperate for relief before she felt him shove his fingers into her hair and yank her head back.

Her body jolted with a painful jerk as Coey pulled her back against him, flushing her dampened skin to his sweaty, muscular chest.

She could feel his breath against her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her torso and pounded into her furiously.

Coey wrapped his hand around her throat,

giving a tight squeeze as if to tease the struggling girl. "I need you to come... ****.... squeeze me like I squeeze your windpipe," Coey bite down hard on her collar bone as he took her in the doggy style.

"Ahhh, merde!" she gasped as she tried grabbing at his hand. (>Shit)

She desperately crawled his tightening grip as she struggled to breathe.

"Come on, bébé," he growled in her ear as his palm came down striking her thighs.

" Coey! " She came down from high as waves of pleasure hit her, shaking her whole body and pulsating her walls.

Her moment was short-lived as Coey pushed her forward only to be flipped on her back.

Her breathing became unstable seeing the look on Coey's face.

With a harsh tug on her hair and he had penetrated her deep in his ball, that she thought she was going to die.

Within a blink, Coey had turned into a lunatic beast as he fUcked her into the mattress mercilessly.

Tears had sprung up as she gripped onto his shoulders.

It became unbearable for her as she was overwhelmed with emotions, emotions that seems only Coey himself could elicit from her.

Coey slowed himself a little but didn't stop the claim.

"One more?" She shook her head defeated although she already knew what was coming.

Goosebumps puckered against her skin as his other hand snaked down her tummy until his fingers landed on her clitoris.

"You passed up that chance, you're not allowed to come now,"

he said taking her earlobe between his teeth lightly biting it.

Her throat dried up from the frequent intake of breath through her mouth as Coey started making steady strokes while rotating circles on her vulva.

She was torn between emotions as his eyes never left hers.

She tried to swallow, but that only made him tighten his hold on her bruised neck.

She felt her eyes rolling back almost into unconsciousness, but the drug in her system didn't let her. That only added to her misery.

She knew he was making a slow steady strokes that would make her beg him for more.

Coey pulled up her thighs into a change of position and rotated his hip making her cry out.

She couldn't resist any longer.

"Coey, please," she choked out as she tried to pull at his hand.

Saskia whimpered at the pain from how violently Coey suddenly ****** into her.

Her thighs quivered as he started pounding her profusely.

More slaps and more scratches painted her skin.

Coey couldn't hide the amused grin as he kissed away her tears, for which, it was such one precious scene of vulnerability.

"I'm punishing you, my little traitor. But look at you,"

He slowed down again making her whimper from the need,

"Look how you have become that thing you despised, "

Coey groaned in her ear as the skins slapped against each other.

"Look how fUcking wet you are for me,

you dirty harlot."

He sensually nibbled on her bottom lips as his fingers moved between her *****, flickering her swollen, sensitive ****.

All while, his heated rod never missed a beat, punishing the hell out of her *****.

He ****** hard into her confined space, so hard the bed moves, so hard that she has almost done into another ******. Her lips quivered and her breathing became ragged in hope of stealing ****** without him knowing, but little did she know about the man who was currently ravaging her insides.

With a snicker, Coey changed the position and took her, focusing on his pleasure only.

"Not so smart, huh?" He mocked as she exhaled a sob.

"Coey, please, let me ***," she begged. Her exhausted body was on the verge of collapse.

Coey grinned again as he breathed down on her neck.

"Say it, Kia. You know what I wanna hear,"

With a whisper,

"Say it, my sweet girl, call me by my title,"

He moved again in the angle that instantly made her scream from pure pleasure.

She shook her head in denial as he rotated his hip and pumped in and, out.

"You're there, I can feel it." Both hands came to rest upon her neck as he picked up his pace.

"Ah, I- I- need, I need to, ahhh,"

Coey shuddered as he possessively welded her throat and fUcked her, losing control of himself the moment she shattered her words.

"Yes, give it to me, milk me, moan for me,"

"Frère!"

" Merde! " (>Shit!)

"S'il vous plaît! Oui! Oui!" (> Please! Yes! Yes!)

Her eyes rolled back with one hard ****** and she was again hit by the intense ******.

Her vision blurred and she lost her hearing for some moment as she helplessly waited, for him to finish, for him to give her a break she desperately needed.

"That's hot as hell, "

he breathed in her hair.

His body still embedded deep inside her as he carried on till he grunted in pleasure.

More curse words and more thrusts, he came down from his high as he ejaculated while never stopping the intrusion on her walls.

Saskia let out a sob as she felt him shuddering above her before he pressed his weight onto her, with his cOck still hard within her.

She couldn't even move in the slightest.

Fisting the sheet in her fist as she sobbed helplessly.

Coey refused to move as he groaned and pressed her further.

He had grown much bigger since the last time he saw her before she had turned him in before she made her choice...

Minutes later, her sobs died down as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Coey spoke up,

" You have finally become a woman, sœur," (>sister)

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Translation - Frère \= brother

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"If God loves me...?"

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"Coey's POV"

''7 years ago'' (11) (14)

Soft.

So soft.

The feeling of the rich texture of the cloth I was holding was driving me insane. Her panties. It was almost a shame to admit I had been working up to finally take a step forward, but no, not because I had sniffed her essence on the cloth, but because I would be sniffing more than just a cloth.

I had been waiting so goddamn long.

I had been fighting Myself not to lose control, for so godamn long.

I looked at my hands which were shaking.

'This is so thrilling!'

I sniffed the cloth intensively, imagining where her crotch would be printing its delicious nectar.

The smell was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, it simply was erotic with a musky scent.

I stared at the fading-white trails on the remnant.

The minimum amount showed she wasn't ovulating.

I pressed the cloth on my angry cock.

I wanted to put the fabric in my mouth to taste whatever unique jam her body had been producing while it prepare for metabolism.

My patience ran thin as I quickly pulled down my boxers to rub the dear-looking cloth directly at my tip. I felt the electric sparks with extreme excitement, looking down at the dried-up white little platters sticking on my cock.

'I want to smell just like her.'

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Grunts.

Grips.

Groans.

She woke up from her slumber with the unfamiliar penetration and the shuddering weight pressed on her body. 'Just how long I passed out?' she thought as she tried to calm herself. She could hear how wet their bodies were colliding, and the sickening pants that filled the air.

She could now clearly open her eyes without a blurry vision, she still couldn't see anything like the hand that clamped on her hair pushed her face down the pillow.

It was dark and the air was filled with her moans and Coey's heavy grunts.

The shock would be an understatement of what she was feeling but she remained resilient as she waited patiently for her brain to work properly. Normally, she could be sitting on the intruder's face as she pulled their guts out, but the intruder was her not-in-good-terms brother and she was the one who let him in.

It would be a good old reunion if the drugs weren't included, the only difference between then and now was the soreness between her legs and the hot, complicated, angry guilt swirling in her mind.

With an excruciating bite being clamped down on the skin of her shoulder, Coey had again emptied the pleasure he had been deprived. Lying motionless on the bed as Saskia inhaled deeply through her mouth.

She should be angry but also felt relieved as Coey decided to pull the heated rod of his out of her confined space. 'Just what was happening?' she thought as she watched Coey stalk butt-***** towards her bathroom, with her half-opened eyes.

Her eyes roamed over his enormous figure.

His large pectorals distorted the tattoos and scars that decorated his skin. The man who she didn't recognize at first, the man who just took advantage of her, the man who dared to turn away from her sight after degrading her, was none other than her brother Coey. The sweat beads glitched on his skin adding the undeniable sparks of a manly figure.

She took a deep breath as she tried to recover from the shock, she had confirmed it was him. And she had guessed his arrival wasn't a coincidence, but a plotted strategy against her. He had again made a perfect plot and chosen the right time for his prey. She was his prey.

Coey had again announced his presence by knocking everything along his way back to the bed. The fancy wine glasses were the first ones to shatter into messy pieces and then followed by the photo frames,

one by one. The noises ceased.

As an act of defiance, Saskia tried to crawl further towards the other edge of the bed. But just at that moment, she was yanked down by her ankle with a crushing force. She bit down on her lip refraining from any sound despite the immense pressure on her back.

Coey took a hold of her wrists above her head as he crushed his knee on her hip bone, preventing her from moving further.

Coey caressed her thighs and slowly forced her pelvic up to meet his hardened shaft. Saskia silently huffed a pain groan as Coey directly straddled her back, and pushed the head of his heated rod slowly.

"Coey," Saskia whimpered from the immense pain.

Almost instantly, Coey pushed his all way in and had the girl under him whimpering from the burning sensation. "What's the magic word, bébé?" The mock tone vibrated her eardrums as she felt like passing out from the dizziness.

" Frère, " she breathed out in defeat and a low chuckle tickled her ears.

Coey slowly released her wrists as he gently pulled his shaft out of her and sat down next to her sprawling figure. His hands trailed on her dangling thighs towards her swollen folds. Immense warm pleasure tickled his insides and he sucked in a sharp breath as he could feel his testicles begin to tighten.

A slight cough escaped her throat as she mumbled something incoherent into the sheets. Saskia could feel the rough hand slowly rubbing her swollen bud in circular motions. The overwhelming feeling of helplessness confused her as she tried her best not to cry.

But just like the straw that broke the camel's back, Coey glided his hot palm against her ***** shoulder,

"Thirsty? " He nudged her cheek as he swiftly straddled her carefully so as not to press his weight on her. " In the shower?" Coey leaned down and muttered in her ear, " Are you thirsty, my little sister?"

She quaked uncontrollably beneath him, and Coey smirked knowingly. Before she could have a chance to retort back, Coey had quickly injected a crystal liquid into her neck to wear off the effects of the earlier drugs.

"Shh, my baby sister, I know. Big brother knows that you're angry, shh," Coey muttered softly as he gently gathered her waist-length hair into a bundle.

The hot tears streamed out of her face at the soft tone of his voice, she was clearly exhausted to face another unexpected assault, and her emotions got the best of her. It had been a long time since the last time she cried because she couldn't even recall it.

Coey raised a brow and listened to her quiet sobs, his eyebrows furrowing, lips twitching with burning excitement. He pulled her up and turned her around to face him. The pearl-like sweat beads formed on her hairline, and the trails of her tears wetted the surface as they sat on her cheek like proudful Beryl gems. " Beryl," Coey breathlessly muttered as he hesitantly traced her tears.

Saskia looked up at Coey's face which was full of craziness, starting from the fine eyebrows raised intriguingly, eyes that filled with a mystery glint, and the smirk that promised bold lust, and intensive mischievousness. But as soon as he muttered, "Beryl," she looked at his face full of... distress.

With shaky hands, Coey mindlessly brushed her tears away and pressed his lips against her. With a groan, he held her nape and pressed her close. From lip nibbling to gentle biting, Coey pushed her down and laid her on her back. Saskia felt sick to her stomach as she felt the wetness flowing down there with a feeling of deja vu.

She huffed a sob into his mouth at the sensation of the thick head pressed at her entrance. He took his sweet time imploring the inside of her mouth while forcing his way inside her. Another sob wrecked into his mouth as the girl frantically wiggled underneath his frame...

As if something snapped within him, Coey broke the kiss and stopped all of his movements. He looked deep into her eyes,

" Beryl, no, " he muttered, " No llores," he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. " No llores, cariñoso," he repeated as he pulled away slowly. (>Don't cry. Don't cry, honey.)

He stood tall as he looked down at the partially-paralyzed girl. His hands ran through his locks as he breathed in and out heavily.

Saskia blinked rapidly to get rid of tears as she looked up at her cream-coloured ceiling. She could feel his gaze. But as swift as a light, he strolled down towards the door, knocking some of the perfume bottles on the stand intentionally.

Saskia just closed her eyes till noises stopped, and familiar silence filled up the room.

She could hardly hold her body up after a few minutes of attempting to sit up. Her eyes followed the shattered pieces of her stuff on the floor. Her lips quivered as she eyed the broken plant pots, and scattered soil here and there, knowing there was no way those plants could be saved.

"If God loves me, why can't I keep my plants alive?"

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