Chapter 130 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (9)

Chapter 130 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (9)
{RUE}

I stared at Damon, my lips parting, but no words came out.

The words I desperately wanted to say got tangled somewhere in my throat, trapped behind the shock that rippled through me like ice water.

"Rue?" His voice cut through the sudden silence, low and laced with a quiet amusement that made my skin prickle. When I didn't immediately answer, he leaned in slightly. "You still with me?"

"Yeah," I managed to squeeze out, the single word scraping against my dry throat.

"Did you actually hear what I just said?"

"Yeah… I did. I heard you." My voice sounded distant to my own ears, hollow and strange.

He dragged his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving mine. "So, should we get started with the sex toys?"

The question snapped something loose inside my chest.

"Of course not! Are you out of your fucking mind?" I blurted, my voice rising.

He shrugged one shoulder, entirely casual and thoroughly infuriating. "Come on. I just want us to have a little fun."

"Yeah, well, consider me a party pooper. I'll pass."

Desperate to get the fuck out of here, I pushed myself up from the floor.

My arms trembled violently under my own weight, my legs turning to water beneath me.

I stumbled forward, my thighs quivering as I clawed at the back of a chair for support.

Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, still utterly wrecked from the fucking session I had just had with Damon.

"I’m going upstairs to freshen up," I muttered.

"You can't," Damon said, his voice dropping into something darker.

"I sure as hell can, you fucker." I forced my spine straight, holding myself upright even though my knees threatened to buckle beneath me.

His lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. "You're not going anywhere. Not until I've used every single one of my fucking toys on you."

I rolled my eyes, the motion taking far more energy than it should have. "No, you're not. I am done for the night."

He tilted his head, his gaze narrowing. "So you're seriously turning me down?"

"Duh." I threw a hand in the air, the sudden motion causing my breasts to jiggle against my bare chest. "That's what I've been trying to tell you this whole time."

He fell quiet.

The silence stretched between us, heavy, suffocating, and charged with sudden tension.

When he spoke again, the teasing arrogance was entirely gone, replaced by a tone that had turned ice-cold. "If you won't agree to it, then you have no business being here. First thing tomorrow morning, get the hell out of my house."

My stomach dropped and a cold weight settles in my gut. "Are you seriously fucking blackmailing me?"

"Call it whatever you want, Rue." His jaw tightened, his eyes hard as flint. "Those are my terms. Either you let me use the sex toys on you, or you pack your shit and find somewhere else to stay."

"I fucking hate you," I spat, my fingers gripping the chair so hard my knuckles went white.

He shrugged again, utterly unmoved. "The feeling is mutual. So what’s it going to be, sis? My rules, or the street?"

A shuddering sigh escaped me, dragging with it every ounce of fight I had left.

I wanted to scream no.

I wanted to throw the word in his face and smash that smug, insufferable smirk right off his lips.

And yet, a small, treacherous part of me—a part I refused to acknowledge—hesitated.

It held the word back because, despite everything, I was curious.

I wanted to know what it would actually feel like to have sex toys used on me for the very first time.

The thought had barely taken root before my stubborn pride rose up against it, crushing that dangerous flicker of curiosity.

The last thing I wanted was for Damon to think he had complete power over my body simply because I was sleeping under his roof.

I refused to give him the satisfaction of believing he could control me whenever—and however—he wanted.

But did I really have a choice?

If I didn't succumb to his demands, I'd be thrown out onto the street.

"Answer me, Rue," he demanded, his voice dropping an octave. "You know patience isn't one of my virtues."

"Fine," I murmured, the word barely scraping past my lips. "Whatever."

A slow grin spread across his face as he cupped a hand around his ear, leaning forward slightly. "I didn't catch that. Care to repeat it?"

He heard me perfectly.

I was absolutely sure of it.

He was just being an annoying prick, playing one of his stupid little games—the kind I had absolutely no interest in.

"Fine," I said, raising my voice and forcing the word through gritted teeth. "I agree to your terms."

"Fantastic." The amusement in his voice was unmistakable, rich and gloating.

"But I’m showering first," I added quickly, gesturing down at my naked body. "I feel gross."

I took a step forward to brush past him, but he shifted instantly, blocking my path with his broad frame.

"Get out of my way, Damon."

"No," he said simply.

I glared at him, pure exhaustion warring with my rising irritation. "Why the hell not?"

"Because I don’t want to."

Before I could even open my mouth to argue, his hands closed around my waist.

He scooped me up, lifting me effortlessly off my feet before tossing me over his shoulder as though I weighed nothing at all.

Without breaking stride, he carried me toward the center table.

It was long enough that when he set me down on it, my entire body stretched across the cool surface.

"What the fuck, Damon?"

He didn't answer me or say a word.

Instead, he pinned my wrists together in front of me with a ruthless one-handed grip.

The padded handcuffs came next, wrapping around my wrists. The sharp, metallic click of the lock echoed through the room a second before the weight of the restraints settled against my skin.

"Uncuff me right now," I demanded, my voice sharp but trembling.

Damon leaned in close, his breath ghosting across my lips. "No."

Stepping back, he moved down my body, his hands closing like vices around my knees.

He pushed them upward, folding my legs back until my heels almost touched my ass.

I struggled immediately, trying to force my legs down to close myself off from him.

"Stay still," he ordered, his grip tightening until it bruised.

"No! Let go of me!" I thrashed beneath him, my cuffed hands pushing uselessly against his chest.

He climbed onto the table, positioning himself between my spread thighs.

The moment his cock brushed against my clit, the sensation ripped through me like lightning, hot and electric, and my body went completely still.

"Damon," I breathed, my voice breaking.

His hand clamped over my mouth. "Shh. Quiet."

My chest heaved beneath him, every breath shallow and ragged.

He lowered his head, and the wet heat of his tongue dragged slowly up the side of my neck.

I moaned into his palm, the sound muffled and desperate.

He licked a long, torturous trail from the base of my neck up to the shell of my ear, sending a sharp tingle racing straight down my spine.

My pussy clenched involuntarily, my walls tightening around empty air, aching and desperate.

He hovered beside my ear, his tongue flicking across my earlobe before he pulled back just enough to whisper. His hot breath fanned over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms. "This is going to hurt a bit."

My eyebrows furrowed. "What the fuck are you—"

The rest of my words dissolved into a choked, breathless gasp as something thick and unyielding drove brutally into my tight asshole.