All Chapters of You Are Mine, Little Sister: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The pliers hovered over his index finger. "This one looks proud. Doesn't it, Grayson? Always pointing. Always dishing out orders. Tell me, would this finger have been the first one you shoved inside her if you'd had the chance?"I didn't wait for an answer. The pliers clamped down, biting into the nail, and his whole body jerked. His throat ripped itself raw around a sound that wasn't even a scream, more like a dying animal's groan.I twisted until the finger fell off his hand.Veins bulged across his neck as he writhed in the chair, gasping out between curses. "Fuck! OH, FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!?"The fear was there now, shining plain in his eyes. Somewhere inside him, I knew a voice was already whispering how 'serious' this was.While he whimpered, I turned back to the table where my collection lay in neat rows."You're sick, man," he said, like I hadn't worn that diagnosis into my skin a thousand times already."Are you seriously fighting for her? The girl doesn't even acknowledge you.

VOIDThe air reeked of whiskey, sweat, and bad luck, the kind of stench you only get when men gamble away their dignity with the same hands they use to shuffle cards.I sat in the corner, bourbon burning down my throat, watching four fools huddle around a table, acting like kings with a few cards in their hands.On the table, chips and cash piled high, even a gold watch someone had thrown in when he ran out of money.The first man, big with sweat soaking his shirt, slammed his cards down. Pair of eights. Not bad, but not good enough.The second, thin and twitchy, chewed his lip as he laid his cards. Three of a kind. A low whistle cut from the crowd as he raked in a small pile of chips with a smug.The third leaned back in his chair, his teeth flashing gold when he smiled. He spread his cards in a straight flush and the room broke into cheers.I sipped my bourbon as I watched the winner dragged the pile of chips toward himself.One of the loser's face went red. "Son of a bitch!"

It took me more reasoning to realize he had something in his palm. My candy.Oh, god.The tightness in my chest loosened, then bled into something worse—an ache with teeth. His scent reached me first: smoke, cedarwood, whiskey, and the traitor in my chest twitched like it recognized home.Mum and dad weren't home. They had an appointment with the doctor and had to leave early. So, right now, it was just both of us.He set the candy back on the desk with a careful tap, his gaze following it.The candy... the memories it brought in this very room.My fingers locked harder around the door. I'd rehearsed this moment in a hundred versions of my head; none of them told me what to do when it finally arrived.What was he going to do to me? Hurt me? Drag me back home?I knew he'd be furious that I left, but I couldn't say I regretted my decision—even though that decision had been haunting me."You left this." His voice walked a chill up my spine.Still backing me, he tapped the sketchpad on th

"You know what this means," he said, holding the collar where I couldn't ignore it. "You remember the rules, don't you? A collared thing doesn't speak—it obeys."I—no," I shook my head, tears glassing my vision. "No."The collar wasn't the only problem; my eyes caught on the whip waiting on the counter.His eyes smiled, but his jaw didn't. "But you don't have a choice, Green. You're alone in my territory. No one is coming to save you.""Void, please..." The last word shredded into a shriek when he tightened his grip. He didn't like the way I said his name. He made sure my scalp understood.He let go just long enough to bring the collar to my throat. My hands shot up, catching the leather."I don't want this," I looked up through wet lashes. Mercy didn't live in his eyes.Coming here, I knew I'd be punished. But I wasn't expecting the leash and whip. I knew how cruel Void could be, especially with a whip. This was going to be ugly for me.His eyes darkened at the edges. "Try to stop me

"If you skip a number," he pinched my lip until it stung. "the whip will help you remember. Then, we start again." His finger skated down to my jaw. "And when you come—because you will come—"Hot heat rushed through me."—you don't stop bouncing."My heart twisted hard."Because if you do, I'll make drowning feel like mercy."It clicked. The insanity of the situation.Clarity rushed in, sweeping the heady feeling from my mind. This wasn't just sex. This was a trap.Since my words were locked down, I shook my head, praying he listens to my plea. He ignored the gesture and drew the leash tight."On your feet, Rali."Shit. How do I get him to stop this?I fought my way upright with my wrists trussed behind me. He banded an arm around my waist and hauled me close, warmth arrowing under my skin like a shot. His other hand slid to claim the opposite hip. My breath went rough, counting seconds without meaning to.Then he lowered his head and set his forehead against my belly, eyes falling sh