Page 3 of Feral

“You need to calm down or you’re going to hurt her. How the fuck will we explain that?” Thomas, always the voice of reason, asks, walking over to me. Calm down? Impossible. I’m fucking feral for her. Penny’s eyes are wide when she watches me undo my belt. I’ve wanted to fuck her since before I can remember and I’m finally going to do it. They’ll check her virginity, and that old fuck won’t want to marry her anymore. He’s got an obsession with virgins and Penny would be virgin wife number six. He destroys them until they are useless, then casts them out to the lower ranks to use until all there is left is a husk of what they used to be. She’s vibrant and soft, sweet, and funny, and as much as I want to choke the sass out of her right now, I won’t let someone else do that to her.

I don’t fucking know why Dad even agreed to O’Conner, but I can’t let it happen. I refuse. I’d rather turn against my own family and burn this entire thing to the ground than give her up to him. To anyone. When I’m done with her, she’ll be an outcast, she’ll be a family disappointment, but she’ll be mine and that’s all I care about right now. She’ll be relatively safe, and I can be the dutiful big brother and take her on as my burden. Dad should have no issues with that. I’ve been pulling my own weight in this family long enough that he’ll wave his hand, giving me whatever I want as he schemes on how to fix the fucking blunder that’s

been caused.

She’s never been kissed, touched, licked, or fucked and she deserves so

much more than what I’m about to do to her, but it’s already in motion and I

couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

“She’s mine to do as I please with,” I tell them, like it’s common

knowledge. Thomas’s lips press into a thin line like he wants to argue with

me over it, but he must think better because he doesn’t utter a word. Rylan

rubs a hand over the top of his head and there’s no hint of mirth in his

expression. The things we’ve done, flat out murdered people in cold blood,

and he has the nerve to look like what I’m doing is making him sick. Penny

has always been our soft place to land. Whenever I come back from a hit,

she’s who I wanted to see to decompress, but somehow the lines blurred,

and I started feeling things for her that I’m not supposed to feel for anyone.

I’m a machine, broken apart and built back up to be the emotionless shell

our father wants for his little army. But I do feel. I feel everything for

Penny, and right now, pure rage is winning out. When she flashed me and

my brothers tonight in that room full of people, something inside me

snapped.

“I’ll stay in here. You can go. I won’t give you any more problems,”

Penny lies. She’s my only fucking problem, and she’s on my mind every

second of every day.

I’m standing at the edge of the bed, and I grab her by the ankle, pulling

her down so her legs hang over. I shove her dress up. I hate this fucking

dress. It’s too sexy, too tight, and fits her in all the right places. I grab the

hem and rip it clear down the center until she’s laying there in these white

cotton panties. A more experienced woman would have on lace or satin, but

not my little sister. She’s pure, kept for someone else's pleasure. She brings

her hands up to cover her tits, and that makes me laugh.