FIERCED 2: A stepbrother Romance by Stephanie Brother Page B

you're going to be in one big load of shit.”
    The threats and cursing make him roar with laughter all over again, pelting my face with the stench of his hot breath. In my small boxer short Pjs I'm completely vulnerable, exposed to the filthy needs of this man who took me and is about to again.
    “I think I'm in love,” he groans and fills his palm with my breast to mound it like a lump of clay. “Youze got such perfect titties.”
    I open my mouth to scream and am smothered with his slobbering tongue stuffing me full. I can neither howl nor gag, his mouth sucks mine up like the Hoover dam. His iron chest presses me hard into the wall I'd backed up into, pinning my hands painfully into the solid wall. His wide leather-covered thigh shoves between mine, forcing my legs apart. His hands stop mangling my breasts long enough that groping fingers can edge down the side of my thigh, working their way toward the hem of my shorts. Every pore is set to detonate with the revulsion exploding through me and I howl into his mouth.
    All my writhing seems to stimulate him to greater horny fervor. His burly fingerpads, rough at the edges, crawl across the width of my thigh and under the fabric of my shorts. He gropes toward my cleft and moans hungrily into my mouth as he finds the naked lip.
    “All ready for daddy,” he grunts before covering my mouth with his huge lips again then stretches my folds open roughly, pulling my lips apart and tweaking the soft hidden triangle.
    I squirm under him, ripping my trapped body this way and that to get the smallest distance away from his vile touch. But he moves his gigantic fist from squeezing one breast to rip my tank down so that both pop free.
    “Hmmm.” He crushes both naked mounds under a single palm to lock my torso immobile. While the flat of his hand restrains my entire chest, his thumb and index finger tweak my nipple hard. I moan ferociously into the back of his beer and mold mouth but he seems to take that as excitement. Incited to more, the finger rubbing the length of my bare clit suddenly shoves all the way inside me.
    My scream echoes in his vile chamber but his slab hands have me pinned at both ends of my torso. His thigh constraining my legs. His groin shoves into my hip so I feel his hot shaft aching to escape the confines of his tight pants.
    His finger pulls back to my entrance so a second can join it and thrust all the way back inside me.
    “Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he groans and I scream again. This time it echoes around the metal chamber before he silences me again with his rancid lips. He saws in and out of my tunnel, not realizing or not caring that I’m only so tight because I'm bone dry. It's going to be searing agony when he gets to shoving what he really wants inside me.
    I can feel my body giving up, psychically lying down to get it over with as painlessly fast as possible. Except my mind keeps fighting back. My fury won't allow me to concede defeat to this fucking animal even if he hurts me more. I can tell he's enjoying my resistance, that his power over me is making him more inflamed. He's ready now, it's obvious as he rams his fingers one last time, deep into my channel while his thumb hooks against my ravaged clit. Then his hand pulls free and reaches to unlatch his belt.
    And then he's gone. Ripped away from me like a band-aid from an open wound, his fingers yank free from their suction. The relief makes me pant for the fresh air of freedom. I have to fight back now. No more zen calm, I absolutely have to take every chance to attack these bastards and prevent them having their way with my body. I will not be a victim.
    From my stance bent forward to haul breath into my agonized lungs, I see my first attacker crash into the floor from the other side of the room, as though he's been tossed away like a candy wrapper. He's wiped out on the floor. Blood oozing from the side of his mouth. My heart takes a nosedive into my belly and rebounds into my