Page 40 of Dirty Monsters
“You’re a bitch.”My words spit like venom at her—angry, hateful.
“So are you, big bro.”
“How? When? All I have done since you showed up here is try to help you, cover for you, put myself in bad situations for you. How am I the bitch?”
“You’re the reason I am here in the first place. You think I can simply grow up and out of the shit you two did to me? You wanna play the “poor Ro” card, like you didn’t deserve to be thrown out of the fucking house?”
“How many times do I have to tell you I never touched you?”
“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t care? You knew what he was doing to me, and you never stopped him.”
“I was a kid, Wren.” Water was coming down into my eyes, and I wiped it away. I was having to physically strain not to peek down at her naked body, but I was not giving her a view into my brain. “Kane did the same shit to me. Only I didn’t get the chance to be free because I was tossed out like trash. You had the chance to be anyone you wanted to be, yet here you are in fucking rehab.”
Wren wrenched back as though my words had slapped her. Her face was turning red, and I had to wrap my hand around her neck to keep her from lunging at me.
“Don’t you dare try to tell me you went through the same thing I did. Don’t you dare try to act like I should have grown up to be anyone other than who I am. Maybe I am not a perfect princess, but I have done the best I could with the hand I was dealt. You think you and Kane leaving made things better? It didn’t. It was worse. I was the only child to a mother and father who only protected me for appearances and to be a pawn. You think they sent me here because they care? They sent me here to hide me. You think because I was the special child everything was pretty and perfect? Well, fuck you, Ro. There were so many unmanageable expectations, and I couldn’t live up to any of them. I didn’t get help from what Kane did to me. I learned to self-medicate the pain, and until I was stuck here, I was fucking—”
My lips were on hers in an instant, not willing to let her finish the sentence. I wasn't sure what part of her speech made me want to kiss her or what part made me finally give in to the temptation to do so, but I needed her to shut the fuck up, and this was the best way I knew how.
She didn’t push me away or try to stop the kiss. She made it no secret she wanted to fuck me, and while I was sure it was only because she needed another fix of something, I let the knowledge spur me on.
Drenched and still fully dressed, I pressed my body against hers, pushing her back into the cold shower wall. I wasn’t trying to coddle her and be nice. I was trying to make sure she stopped talking. In the back of my head, my plan was to confuse her and take control back, but instead, I confused myself. I was no longer about to push away because once my lips touched hers, something zipped through my body and made thinking with my brain damn near impossible.
It was like lightning electrifying my veins. It was fucking perfection and so damn wrong all at the same time.
“This is… wrong.” I mumbled it under my breath and her lips formed into a smirk.
She grabbed my cock through my pants as it strained to greet her. “I don’t see your dick complaining.”
“Fuuuuckkkk.” Just her hand on me felt like heaven, but the sick fact was, in my memory, she was still my damn sister. She grabbed my hand and shoved it down her body, and I didn’t hesitate; I was a willing monster. I wanted to feel her, to know what her cunt felt like against my hand. To see how wet she was when my fingers penetrated her.
So I let it happen. My hand slid down over her breasts and stomach, over the hair above her mound, and then found the button I knew would make her crazy.
I swirled my finger harshly around her clit. If she wanted this, I wouldn’t be easy on her. I shoved my fingers into her without preamble, and she screamed.
“You like it, Wren. You like my fingers in your cunt. You’ve practically begged for this, so don’t start screaming now.” I spoke into her mouth, breathing her air like I was trying to suck it all from her lungs.
She worked my hand, grinding against it almost as hard as I was shoving my fingers into her. I expected to glance down and see blood, but I didn’t. It was simply moisture from the pleasure I was granting her. My mouth found hers again, and I bit her lip. This time, I did draw blood. The metallic taste lined my lips as I licked it away.
Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head as I pulled away and listened to her moans as they echoed off the wall. I slammed my hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the sound because as much as I wanted to hear it, I didn’t want anyone else to. This was all mine, no matter how fucked up it seemed.
I was a twisted bastard all the way around. At least, she believed that. And she wasn’t completely wrong. The only difference was when Kane did things to her like this, she screamed in pain, not in pleasure.
I slid my hand away from her mouth for a minute, long enough for her to moan my name.I wanted to hear my name as much as I wanted to hear her moan.
“Rohlen, fuck me.”
“I’m not fucking you. I’m giving you what you want. Then you can lay off, get your shit together, and get the fuck out of here.”
I found the spot on the front of her walls, the spot that would make her explode. I worked it hard, my palm rubbing over her mound in the process. She started squirming below me, which was a telltale sign she was about to get off. Her breath was ragged as she moaned, and my unoccupied hand covered her mouth yet again.
When her teeth bit down on my hand, I stopped what I was doing to her cunt. Her eyes widened, and she whimpered. “Bitch. Want me to stop? Want me to leave you here before you come?”
She spat my hand away from her face and narrowed her eyes, silently begging me to keep going. I loved the way she had lowered herself to begging, too needy for me to care what she got away with at that moment.
Shoving my fingers back into her cunt, I went back to work, feeling the way her pussy fluttered around me as her orgasm drew closer. I bore down and kept fingering her, not stopping for anything. I leaned in and licked the side of her face like I owned her. Like I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to her.
She reacted when her cunt squeezed my fingers, and I knew she was close. “Fuck yeah, Wren. Come on my fingers. So hard you shatter.”