All Chapters of You Are Mine, Little Sister: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RALIAdam's house was everything I expected—huge, modern, and dripping with luxury. And much to my relief, there were three more guards at the house.I'll admit—it was a little strange that he had this number of guards just because his father was a government official. Maybe, Adam did have his own shady life. But that didn't matter. After tonight, I'd be done with him—never to be seen again."So...how do we take this? Slow...or right to the point?" Adam asked as he ambled towards the wine counter beside the living room.I licked my dry lips, feeling my nerves spike. My pulse thudded so loudly in my ears it was a miracle he couldn't hear it."Right to the point," I replied.He poured himself a drink, then turned to look at me with a smirk as he sipped from the glass.He didn't take his eyes off me for one second, not even when he had the drink up to half of the glass. It was as if he was devouring me with his eyes, and that made me shift uncomfortably on my feet.You

RALIMy whole life, I never thought fear could sink its claws this deep into my soul. It wasn't just the kind of fear that prickled your skin or made your hands shake; no, this was primal, bone-deep terror. A nightmare come to life, glaring at me with a cold, unrelenting stare.He was, of course, bigger than the last time I'd seen him. Broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his leather jacket, and his chest and arms bulged with the evidence of countless hours spent in the gym—or in fights.He looked like the kind of man who broke every law, every rule, and left a track of blood as he went. And right now, he stood in front of me, his dark eyes glinting like obsidian pools under the dim light of the room.Oh, God.My guts had been right at all along. The monster that was my brother had shadowed me for sixteen years. How unfortunate could I be?He glared at me in a way that made my skin crawl with fear. He glared at me, not with hatred but something far worse—like I'd stepped on h

RALIThe air was stale, smelling unfamiliar. My body felt foreign, heavy, as though gravity had doubled its grip on me.My eyes still closed, I groaned, my head pounding with a full ache.How long have I been sleeping—was the first question that echoed in my foggy mind as I blinked against the dim light.I should be in bed. But it didn't feel like I was lying in bed. The uncomfortable position and the taut pull at my arms told me I was far from the safety of my room. My pulse spiked as the events from earlier slammed into my memory like a runaway train.Gunshots.Adam.Blood.The monster.A labored wheeze escaped my throat, and my eyes snapped open to the grim reality around me. I was in a small, dimly lit room with bare walls and an array of tools arranged on a metal table nearby. There was a flickering bulb overhead casting long, making the space feel like a horror movie set come to life.Worse, I was tied up. My wrists were bound with thick ropes attached to a pulley syst

RALIZeus!Heat shot through me—an unbidden, traitorous warmth that made me shudder.My lips fell open, my legs wobbled, and I felt a throb right in the center of my legs.No. No. No.I couldn't let him do this. I couldn't let him make me feel this way.But I was helpless.His warm wet tongue around my nipple sucking roughly made me dizzy for a moment. I had to clamp down on my lower lip to prevent myself from making any unwanted sound."No..." I shuddered."No what?" He lifted his head slightly to ask. "Will you claim you don't like this, Rali? That this doesn't send tingles deep into your belly?"I bit harder on my lip, suppressing the sound as hard as I could.But he was right. Damn him, he was right.I'd always wondered what it'd feel like having my nipples sucked, and I couldn't help but say the sensation was electric.But I hated that I was getting it from him. It should never be a monster like him."Get away from me! I don't want you!" I yelled with all the energy I could m

    RALI Adrenaline kicked in and I slammed my elbow back at him with every ounce of strength I had left. It connected with something—his jaw, maybe—but all I got in return was a low grunt. He didn't move an inch. Like he was made of steel and fed on madness. His fingers tangled deeper into my hair, yanking hard until my head snapped back and my cheek hit the cold floor. Oh, fuck him a million times.  I struggled some more, then he did something that drained the strength out of me. He reached for my injured thigh and pressed into the spot.  My mouth fell open before the cry rang out. I stopped struggling and writhed from the pain that exploded like a siren through my nerves. He stopped almost immediately. "I told you I was fine with whatever method you choose," he whispered into my ear while I sobbed. He re