DIRTY LITTLE SLUT!

Chapter 4.

Middle-part flow, straight nose, hard-angled brows, hooded eyes, heart-shaped lips, and a jaw that could fucking pierce through steel, but Kira didn’t allow herself to stare for long.

Even though he looked hotter than the god of sins in his grey pants and black shirt that revealed his badass full-sleeve tattoo, she still didn’t want to indulge herself with Ryker or anything that had to do with the gods of heartbreak.

Amidst all three brothers, he was the least of her favorites and that was because he went around fucking every walking pussy!

“I would actually appreciate seeing anything other than you.” Kira snorted, folding her arms and rolling her eyes the same way she would when she was probably hurried beneath them.

Ryker tore his gaze from her nipples. Yes, his eyes had been nowhere else but on her chest. It wasn’t his intention, but those perky nipples were the first thing that caught his gaze the moment she turned.

“If I am not worth looking at, then I don’t mind showing you my cock.” Ryker said with a mischievous wink.

Kira’s mouth opened immediately and her jaw dropped. Really? Had he just said that to her? She had always known Ryker. He was the weirdo and the most cocky brother, and the knowledge that he fucked everything in skirts irked her skin.

“I would rather fuck an ant!” She groaned loudly enough for him to hear.

“Are you certain an ant would fit? You might need something hard to stretch you.”

“Ryker….” She yelled and his shoulders settled from a shrug.

“I am just being truthful, cupcake.”

“I am not your cupcake!”

“Well, your nipples are not saying the same.”

Kira spared her nipples a glance, quickly crossing her hands around her shoulders.

“That’s a normal reaction to the breeze, Ryker. This dress is transparent.”

“If you say so…” Ryker said with a shrug, still leaning against the door.

Kira’s jaw tightened and her fingers curled into a fist. 6 years! Six years and he was still the fuck boy who spilled nasty words. He was still as hot and sharp as he used to look before. 6 years and he still looked like he broke people’s hearts without a reason.

“Everyone has changed, yet you haven’t.”

“Is that why your nipples are poking?” He asked again, sounding way too annoying.

“I told you it’s the breeze!” Kira groaned, lying to herself, while actively avoiding the voice in her head. She didn’t like him! And all this reaction? They were because she was dressed in something little to shield her nakedness and he was barely looking away.

Yes. He was barely looking away. His eyes hadn’t stopped wandering across her body even though it was subtle enough not to give him away.

She had grown. So fast and he hated that out of all the beautiful features, her boobs decided to be the first fucking display. When Damian said she was coming over, he had nothing on his head. No thoughts, expectation. But now, standing before her, he could almost see himself dragging and pinching on one nipple while almost swallowing the other.

His thoughts were as wild and dirty as the raw image of cocks splitting pussy open, but his thoughts were his. Dark and authentic.

Ryker cleared his throat gently, knowing that regardless of how attractive she looked, he could not afford to cross the line. She was his best friend's sister and she was still their little one.

“Head inside.” Ryker turned around to leave, his voice turning authoritative. .

“I won’t,” Kira said, and Ryker stopped on his track. 

Slowly, he turned back to face her, his brows raised slightly.

“Is that defiance?” He asked, sounding a little cockier than he wanted to.

“I am not defiant! I am just wondering why the hell you are stalking me!”

“Stalking you?” A scoff slipped past Ryker’s lips then he let out a dark chuckle. “Come on, cupcake. You could actually try something other than stalking. Your butt hasn't even grown an inch bigger than the last time I saw you. What is there to stalk?”

Kira pouted immediately. But it was not the cute baby kind of pout. It was the angry one who screamed she was going to kill him. This was one of the reasons she absolutely hated him.

“I have grown, Ryker! I am 24 now!”

“Yet you are still size four with size 6 hips..”

Yep, he had spilled the tea he shouldn’t have. But he had actually known her body size for the longest now.

Kira tried to speak, but he beat her to it.

“Where were you actually heading to?” His voice was demanding now, but it still held that cocky edge that could make you overshare. “I might let you leave if you tell me.”

Kira stared suspiciously at him like she was trying to trust him, but Ryker had never been one to trust.

“I am going to see my sick friend.” She lied.

“In this little fairy?” He asked, nudging at her dress.

Kira stamped her feet on the floor like she was trying to let off her frustration.

“Have some sense, dummy. I was just securing a route.”

“Oh…” Ryker grinned. His lips twitched into something dark and cocky.

Kira stared at him in rage, but the look in his eyes was giving her little hope.

Then suddenly stretched a hand, his gaze fixed on hers.

“What?” She asked with an arched brow. 

Ryker stared at his stretched-out palm, then at her face. “Pull your panties and drop it here, cupcake. That has always been a pass.”

“You are crazy!” Kira blurted out sharply, her blood boiling now.

“Exactly how I get women to squirm beneath me.” He smiled, sparing her a wink that left her stomach twitching in disgust.

Not exactly disgust, but that was what she was choosing to accept.

“Now get inside before I make you beg me to leave.”

“I am not leaving!” She groaned, and that was her last pathetic attempt to sound feisty, because Ryker moved closer and without any form of warning, his hand found the back of her knees and he threw her over his shoulder.

Kira’s breath hitched and her eyes widened immediately. “Put me down! Put me fucking down!” She groaned, slapping his back while kicking her feet in the air.

Ryker said nothing, he just continued to walk down the hallway like an Alpha king.

Kira groaned angrily, smacking his chest harshly.

“You fucking psycho!”

“Stay still.” Ryker groaned, landing a spank on her ass.

Kira’s breath vanished and her body stiffened immediately. Her eyes widened sharply, but it was not because he had slapped her, it was because after her heart skipped, her pussy did the same, spurting out a little juice.

Ryker’s fingers curled in slight anger. He should not have spanked her, but it was not intentional. It was a reflex, because spanking was his fucking way to correct his perfect sluts and keep them in check.

His palm tingled, still feeling the softness of her ass against his palm and the way she had giggled softly at his hand.

What a succulent touch, now his fingers and every nerve in his body were itching to bend her over any fucking surface and spank her hard across her bouncy ass for being such a bad girl. But again. She was their good girl. Not bad girl. 

But actually? She was being a bad girl, imagining wild things like cocks in her tiny pussy while her ass got fucking red from being fucked and spanked.

Silence settled through the hallway. Even Ryker’s steps were not loud. But you know what was loud? The sudden stiffness of Kira’s body. It felt like she was a fucking submissive.

When he arrived in the living room, Damian and Alex were now seated. 

Ryker lowered himself, dropping her gently on the couch next to Alex. 

“What happened?” Damian’s voice was dark and thick.

“She was trying to run off,” Ryker said, slipping his hands into his joggers.

“Is that true?” He asked authoritatively, turning to Kira who was now seated properly.

“I just want to see my friend.”

Damian’s jaw tightened and his eyes turned two fucking shades.

“How about you listen to your brother now and listen to your will later? How about that?”

Damian’s voice was not soft. But it was not harsh either. He was not shouting, he just sounded grumpy enough to move her to tears.

Alex stared at her. His expression was barely readable, but his heart was really breaking.

Tears gathered in her eyes and before she could even control it, the liquid slipped out of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. She was not used to being yelled at. No one has ever yelled at her. Not them and not her brother either. 

Alex shifted closer, slowly brushing the tears away with his thumb.

The touch was gentle. Soft yet subtle enough to make her body tingle. Slowly, Kira stared down at the movement and now… her body was slowly beginning to ache. And her pussy? Her pussy was gently starting to drip, wanting the three men like she was some dirty slut.