I like it rough

LYLAH

I hate him. With every fibre of my being. Before this, if my hatred for him was at 90%, it had gone beyond 100. Kaelin is a douche, one I wouldn't mind slapping the smug look away from his face, but I knew he was right. Thinking back to the threat messages I got, I knew George wasn't playing. All this because I refused to have sex with him.

And now, I was about to be another man's sex toy, so I could fight off the other one who wanted to have sex with me.

Oh, the irony of life.

It was laughable. However, I knew Kaelin was the best bet. Despite being a devil and always seeking ways to torment me, he was the safer bet.

The devil you know is better than the angel you don't.

At least, I know much about him. Despite all the things he had done since we were kids, he hadn't physically hurt me.

For a moment, he watched me, like he was frozen in shock, unable to react fast before he blinked and the expression was gone.

Smirking, he walked back to his table and leaned on it with his arms folded, watching me. “Aren't you too eager, step-sister?”

His words got to me. My cheeks flamed up, but I refused to back down, to show him how embarrassed I was.

“Isn't this what your deranged self wants? To see me naked?”

“Not just naked, Lylah. I want to fuck you.”

The words were crude, but oddly enough, I felt a tightening in my lower abdomen, one I knew was there because of the shame and humiliation.

If I had been told that I would one day be in this position with Kaelin, I would have laughed the person to scorn.

I stepped out of my panties and discarded my bra, standing naked in front of the last man I thought would take my virginity. I didn't keep it because I wanted to, or was waiting for marriage. I wasn't that old-fashioned.

Over the years, I had tried to lose it countless times but hadn't been successful. Each time I tried, the man would be into it at first, but would change his mind after a while. I had battled with it since high school and figured I would die a nun. That dream was better than what was happening at present.

Kaelin was about to receive a gift I never meant to share with him.

“Before we continue, I need you to know something,” he said, his eyes taking me in. His expression was hooded, giving nothing away.

I swallowed down my embarrassment, biting back tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. Even though I didn't choose this, never asked for it, it didn't mean seeing how uninterested he looked made me happy.

I had to fight back the urge to look at myself, to know if I wasn't attractive enough for him. I had thought he would be all over me, but he looked as if he didn't want to be here with me.

“Lylah?”

I blinked at the call, looking up at him, while trying to hide my anger and disappointment. “What?”

“I need you to know something,” he repeated, his gaze running over me once more before he fixed his eyes on mine.

“What is it?”

“I love rough sex.”

“Huh?”

“You know what BDSM is, don't you? I like hardcore sex, one that will leave your body in pain, but your soul sated. That's the sex I like.”

My heart stilled once more. I'd heard about this from the girls in the bar, but I had met no one who had spoken about it.

“You… You want to tie me up?”

“I won't just tie you up, I will use my whips on you, darling. I love drawing out pain while giving pleasure to my partner.”

Okay. This wasn't what I was expecting, not at all. I gulped, weighing my options. Right from the moment I stepped into this room, things had spiralled out of control. Now I faced a decision I shouldn't even waste my time thinking of.

Surely, flinging my shoe at him while raining profanities at him was my best bet, but I knew it wouldn't end easily. Now that I had sought his help, and he knew just how desperate I was, it would only fuel his need to tease me. Denying him wouldn't end well with me.

Just like I had already decided, I swallowed back the words I would have said to him and nodded, a challenging glint in my eyes.

“Bring it on, Kaelin. I'm not afraid of you. You don't scare me.”

“Oh?” He lifted his brow, smirking. “I love this, Stepsister.”

I swallowed back a retort…instead of telling him what was on my mind, I gulped it down, closed my eyes and opened them before levelling my gaze at him.

“What do you want me to do?”

He cocked his head to the side, roamed his gaze over my body like he had been doing since I got naked before ordering, “Get on your knees and spread those legs for me.”

“I —”

“Remember, you are now under my command, Lylah, and you will do whatever I ask of you. You signed it. I didn't force you.”

“Fuck you!” I growled at him, getting down on my knees like he asked. I didn't immediately spread my legs. Warmth flooded from my neck, up to my cheeks as I placed my hands on my knees and looked up at him, opening my legs as slowly as I could without giving in to the tears that threatened to spill.

I couldn't let him know how much this affected me, how desperate I was to get away from him.

No. I won't let him have the last laugh.

Six months. That's all. In six months and I will be free. I just have to survive the six months…