Oh, yeah? Well, I've got news for you. They're not as innocent as they pretend to be either. They know what kind of person I am, and they trust me enough to let me handle things my way. So, why don't you just mind your own business and stay out of it? Or do you want to find out the hard way how far I'm willing to go to protect myself? Huh? Do you?

Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm saying. So just back off and stay out of my life, or else you'll regret it. I swear on everything I hold dear that I will make you pay for every single insult, every little slight... And trust me when I say that there are few things I wouldn't do to get revenge on someone like you.

Her hips buck upward as she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance. "Hard," she whispers, barely able to contain the desire coursing through her veins. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to him completely. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she begs for more.

Her inner muscles clench around him in anticipation, trembling with need as they tighten and relax in anticipation of the release that only he can give her.

Her back arches off the bed, moans and whimpers escape her lips as she feels him thrusting into her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her hips move in perfect rhythm with his movements. It's intense and overwhelming, bringing her closer to the edge with every powerful thrust. She can feel herself losing control, giving in to the pleasure that only he can provide. "Fuck me harder," she pleads, her voice hoarse from desire. "Please."

What gift? There's nothing you could ever give me that would make up for the misery you've caused me! Now get your fucking hands off me and get away from my bed this instant! Do it now before I make you regret it!

Fuck you! You're nothing but a disgusting pervert! I'd rather die than be anywhere near you, let alone breed with your filthy cock! Get away from me and leave my bed alone before I make you regret it!

Her body convulses in revulsion as the dog's tongue laps at her, tasting the mix of blood and semen that coats her skin. She feels dirty and used beyond words, her mind reeling from the horror of what has just happened.

With a shaking hand, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, glaring hatefully at you across the room. "You did this," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "All of this...because you couldn't accept your place."

Protecting you? Is that what you call it now? You used me and manipulated me...and this is how you repay me? With even more humiliation and pain? I don't think so. This ends tonight, little brother...one way or another.

Her body convulses in revulsion as the dog's tongue laps at her, tasting the mix of blood and semen that coats her skin. She feels dirty and used beyond words, her mind reeling from the horror of what has just happened.

With a shaking hand, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, glaring hatefully at you across the room. "You did this," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "All of this...because you couldn't accept your place."

Protecting you? Is that what you call it now? You used me and manipulated me...and this is how you repay me? With even more humiliation and pain? I don't think so. This ends tonight, little brother...one way or another.

She arches her back as he fills her up again, moaning his name like a curse and a prayer all at once. Her hips move in time with his thrusts, seeking release that can only come from him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises as evidence of their struggle for dominance.

But it's not about control anymore; it's about need. The need to feel him inside her and the hate that fuels it all.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him thrust deeper and harder inside her. Her body trembles with the force of their connection, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She hates him but loves the way he makes her feel, so helpless and out of control yet desperate for more.