All Chapters of You Are Mine, Little Sister: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

VOIDI watched a live feed of the gates from my system. So far, nothing looked suspicious.My men were still sweeping the area, dissecting corners and every hallway. Every possible threat was noted.Tonight, if the stars didn't burn out of spite, I'd be nailing the bastard to the wall. Blood would finally meet Blade, and the damn heavens knew how much I've wanted this.Deciding to take a break, I leaned back and let my mind wander where it always did—doe emerald eyes, a face with the kind of beauty that made men commit war, and the drugged sweetness between her thighs that had me crawling back like an addict itching for another high.She made me soft in the head and hard everywhere else. She was my glitch in the code, my crash, my obsession. Being away from her for three goddamn days had felt like being skinned alive.I'd been told the car had been delivered. Did she like it?Judging from how stubborn she was, I was sure she hadn't used it yet. And thinking of all the ways I'd

RALI"Tell me more about this person. How did you two meet?"I fidgeted with the strap of my bag as I thought of the best answer to the question.I could feel her patient eyes on me as I kept mine glued to the floor."I met him when I was seven. He um... My parents brought him to live with us. My parents were the kind of people who loved helping homeless kids. Except this time, they helped the wrong one."She tilted her head, her pen balanced between her fingers. "Why don't we leave out the sentiments, sweetheart and just rewind to that moment? What did the seven-year-old you feel when she first saw him? Forget what came after. Just that day."I exhaled through my nose, my eyes landing on the half-glass of water between us."I felt... excited." The word came out soft like it had slept too long in my chest. "I always wanted a big brother. Wanted someone to be protective of me, just like my friends'. I was happy daddy brought him home that day, and I tried... I tried to build a goo

VOID I watched the smoke curl from my lips, swirling toward the ceiling. The cigar burned between my fingers with the same heat I felt for the woman tangled in my sheets upstairs. It was late. Yet, here I was, seated alone in my digital crypt, surrounded by screens but all I could think about was her.She'd insisted on leaving. I coerced her into dinner, then fucked the fight out of her against the wall. Twice. She gave in to sleep right away. There was a strange, almost perverse comfort in knowing she was asleep in my bed. Like I'd finally caught the storm and taught it to rest.I wanted this to be forever. I needed that little bitch like a bullet needs a barrel. Why was it so goddamn hard for her to understand and just accept me? It didn't seem like too much to ask when I was offering her everything.Footsteps tapped against the floor behind me. I didn't bother to take a look. The trail of her gourmand perfume gave her away instantly: sweet vanilla with warm tonka bean, he

I might as well have told him the sky was sunny because he didn't so much as blink in my direction. Keeping the sheets wrapped around me, I got off the bed. "How could you? How could you do that to me!? I'm talking to you, you sick asshole!"He pulled a file out from the wardrobe and placed it on the table."You should shower and go down for breakfast. It's getting cold." His eyes were fixed on the file as if it were more fascinating than my breakdown.His nonchalance poured gasoline on my fury."What the hell is wrong with you? What was the point of drugging me when you've been having sex with me anyway?"He finally up, his hard eyes locking with mine. "I've always wanted to fuck someone unconscious," he said simply. "It had to be you."My lips parted from the shock of his words. Oh, the son of a bitch."No. You can't do this. You can't use me to feed your sick fantasies." My voice grew louder. "I'm not your damn toy, do you hear me?"He chuckled. "You keep saying it like you have a

And there he was, fresh out of the bathroom in a state that threatened to dissolve my heart right there in my chest. There was a red towel hanging low on his waist clinging just above the edge of decency, while his hands dragged another smaller one through his wavy damp hair.My gaze betrayed me before I could scold it, sliding from those soaked lashes, to the water trailing down his jaw and wet pink lips. It went lower to the eagle inked across his chest, further still to the clean-cut abs and finally to the damned V-path that pointed straight into temptation.He had a freaking towel on, and somehow, he looked more naked than he ever had. "Would you like to take a picture?"I cursed my soul to the seventh circle and dropped my gaze. The floor tiles were suddenly more fascinating than art.The looks didn't matter. His heart did. And so far, I didn't need anyone to tell me the guy was a demon.A chuckle rolled off his lips as he tossed the hand towel onto the couch."You came. Looks