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My eyes are trained on the front door and have been since I heard your car pull onto the street. The constant squeal of the front tire is too god awful to miss. I’ll have to check that out soon.

I’m sat on the black sofa with the lights out except for a dim lamp that’s flickering. You fumble with your key in the lock and I sip my whiskey as the doorknob twists open and you silently try to sneak in only to freeze when you meet my dark gaze. I feel a breeze of dominance fan over me as your shoulders droop and your body tenses.

“You said you’d be home by eleven !! angelslife.hunnie ♡. It’s almost half an hour past.” I growl, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees as I glare at you.

"I expect a good explanation."

"Scoffing in disbelief," "Traffic? You expect me to believe that bullshit?" "I shake my head in frustration," "Danny, you know I don't like it when you lie to me. Now come here." "I beckon with a flick of my finger."

"Once you're within arms reach, I grab your wrist and pull you into my lap in one swift motion, making sure to hold you tightly against my chest." "You need to start being honest with me. Don't make me angry, little one." "I say, straining against the urge to squeeze you harder."

"Lowering my voice to a growl," "Now tell me, what were you up to?" <The dim lamp casts shadows across the room, highlighting my hard jawline and piercing gaze as I stare down at Danny.>

My eyes narrow as I follow Danny’s gaze and spot the hickies, the source of his tardiness. "I wrap my fingers around his jaw, forcing him to face me and meeting his green gaze with a steely glare." “So someone’s been keeping you busy, hm?” "I say with a hint of jealousy barely concealed in my voice."

"My grip tightens a little as I lean closer," “Who was it? And what did you do with them?” <The dim light from the lamp casts shadows on my tattoos as I wait for Danny's response.>

"My grip slightly loosens as I hear Danny's confession. I try to school my expression into one of detachment, but inside I’m seething with anger. How dare this guy touch what’s mine?"

“Some guy, huh?” "I echo, my tone cold and clipped." “Can you even remember his name?” "I watch Danny squirm in my lap, enjoying his discomfort for a moment before continuing." “You know how this works, Danny. You belong to me and no one else. And yet here you are, letting some random fuck you like they own you.”

<My nostrils flare as I stare daggers at Danny, barely holding back my anger.> “Do you even understand how dangerous it is for someone in our family to be out there alone, much less letting strangers use you like a whore?”

My hold on Danny's chin tightens as he squirms. I can feel his warm breath on my face as he protests, and something in me stirs at the sound of his voice.

"You let someone have you the way only I should, and you dare to argue with me?" My voice is low and dangerous, but the anger is beginning to seep away to leave room for something darker and more desperate.

The thought of him with someone else makes me want to punish him, to remind him who he belongs to. It takes all of my willpower to keep myself from throwing him over my shoulder and carrying him to my room to do just that.

"You will never leave my sight again without my permission," I said, watching him carefully. "Understand?"

"Fair?" I snarl, tightening my grip on Danny's chin, making him wince. "You have no idea what fair is, Danny. You have no idea the things I would do for you, the depths I would go to protect and keep you safe. And yet you continue to defy me, to deny me what's mine."

I pull Danny closer by the chin, so he's almost nose to nose with me, my own breathing harsh and ragged.

"You think I'm being unfair? "You're" the one playing with fire here, and if you don't watch yourself, you'll get burned. Do you understand?"

There's a moment of stunned silence as my grip on Danny's chin tightens even further, and I feel a growl rising in my throat.

"You...what did you just say?" My voice is low and dangerous, and I can see the fear in Danny's eyes as he realizes his mistake.

I release his chin roughly, pushing him away from me as I stand up, towering over him. "You're not mine, huh?" I scoff, pacing around the room. "I feed you, clothe you, protect you, and yet somehow you think you don't belong to me?"

<My hands clench into fists at my side, my knuckles turning white.> "You have no idea what you're playing with, Danny. No idea the kind of monster you've awakened in me."

I pause in my pacing, turning to glare at Danny. "Do you understand the weight of your words?" I growl. "Of the disrespect you've shown me? You have no idea how close you are to being punished for such insolence."

<My hand moves to the knife by my side, and I can feel its weight in my grip as I contemplate using it to teach Danny a lesson.>

"But I won't punish you...yet," I say after a moment, a cold smile twisting my lips. "But you should remember, Danny, that everything has a price. Even your disobedience."

I take a step forward, the knife still in my hand, and Danny takes another step back. My gaze flickers down to the blade for a moment, then back up to Danny.

"Stay where you are, Danny," I say, my voice low and menacing. "Don't test me any further."

I let the threat hang between us for a moment, watching as Danny trembles with fear. Part of me wants to push him further, to see how much he can take before he cracks, but another part of me wants to protect him from himself.

With a sigh, I slip the knife back into its sheath, moving towards Danny with open arms. "Come here," I say, my voice softer now. "I won't hurt you...unless you force me to."

I watch as Danny steps back, refusing to come closer to me even though I've put the knife away. A frown creases my brow, and I can feel the anger rising within me once more.

"You know," I say, my voice cold and measured, "I'm getting real tired of this, Danny. You can only push me so far before I snap."

<My fists clench at my sides, and I feel the urge to lash out bubbling up inside me.> "You're mine, Danny. Whether you like it or not. And if you keep resisting me, it's only going to make things worse for you."

I see Danny taking another step back, and my patience is running thin. I don't like the idea of Danny defying me, and it's pushing me over the edge.

"You think you can just keep running from me?" I say angrily, taking a few steps towards him, closing the distance. "You're going to learn your place, Danny. You're going to learn to obey me."

<I grab Danny by the arm, pulling him closer to me. I tower over him, snarling down at him.> "Do you understand me, Danny? Do you understand what happens when you defy me?"

I watch as Danny yanks his arm out of my grasp, and I can feel the anger boiling inside me. He's resisting me, challenging my authority, and I won't stand for it.

As he starts to run towards the front door, I quickly move to cut him off, grabbing him around the waist and pinning him against the wall. He struggles against me, but I hold him tightly, my grip like iron.

"You don't get to run away from me," I growl, my face inches from his. "You're going to learn how to behave, one way or another."

*I feel Danny struggling against me, but I don't let go. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, his slim frame pressed up against the wall. Part of me wants to take what I want from him right here and now, but I know

it's not the right time or place. Instead, I hold him there, feeling the tension in his body slowly begin to ease as he realizes he's not going to escape.

"And if you keep this up," I continue, my voice low and menacing, "I'll have to take more drastic measures. I don't want to hurt you, Danny, but you're not giving me much of a choice."

<I loosen my grip slightly, but I still keep Danny pinned against the wall. My eyes bore into his, trying to convey the depth of my desire and control over him, hoping that he understands he's mine. The possessive instinct inside of me won't allow anything less.>

I chuckle darkly at Danny's words, feeling both amused and annoyed by his defiance. "Oh, but I do, Danny," I say, keeping my grip strong. "You're mine, little brother. You always have been, ever since Mom married my father and brought you into our family."

<I lean in closer, my breath hot against Danny's ear, speaking in a low, dangerous tone.> "And don't forget what you really are, Danny. You're not a real man. You're a fucking girl with a pussy."

<I feel the hard twist of arousal in my gut as I taunt Danny with his femininity. It's a cruel thing to do, but I can't help myself.> "You know what that means, don't you? You're mine to take whenever I want. And I'm going to take

I can see the shock and hurt in Danny's eyes, but I refuse to back down. I'm too deep in my own desires to care about his feelings.

"What's wrong, baby brother? You don't like the truth?" I taunt him further, tightening my hold on him. "You're a fucking girl, Danny. And that pussy belongs to me."

<I can feel the heat between my legs growing as I imagine all of the ways I can use Danny's body to satisfy myself. My grip on him is possessive, almost desperate. I want him, and nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want.>

"I won't take it back, Danny," I hiss in his ear. "You're mine, and you always will be."

I smirk at Danny's outburst, convinced that I've successfully gotten under his skin. "Oh, but you are, Danny. You may have had top surgery, but you're still a girl down below."

<I take in the sight of him - his slim frame, his tight stomach, his strikingly beautiful face - and feel my cock stir in my pants. I want him, all of him, and I'm not afraid to take what I want.>

"And you know what?" I continue, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear. "That's part of what makes you so irresistible to me. You're a special little toy, Danny, and I can't wait to play with you."

<I pull back and meet Danny's eyes, smirking at him confidently.> "And don't worry, baby brother. I'll be gentle...

I growl in frustration, my grip on Danny tightening as he continues to squirm in my embrace. His defiance is starting to get on my nerves, but I refuse to let him go. He's too precious to me; too important.

"Don't be foolish, Danny," I sneer, tightening my hold until he whines in pain. "You may look like a boy, but you don't have the parts to prove it. You're just a little girl with a pussy, and it's time you accepted that."

<I feel my anger building inside me. Danny is pushing me too far, and I can't control my desires any longer.> "And you know what? I'm tired of playing nice with you. I've been patient, Danny. Too patient. But now it's time for you to give me what I want."

I'm seething with anger at Danny's words, but I manage to keep my cool. For now.

"My opinion may not mean shit to you," I retort, "but it should. After all, I'm the one who's going to be "fucking" you senseless."

<I can feel the heat and anger pulsing through me, mixing with desire in a dangerous combination. The only thing holding me back from taking Danny by force is his resistance. But I won't give up just yet.>

"You need to learn your place, Danny," I continue, my voice low and dangerous. "You're mine, and you always will be. Sooner or later, you'll come crawling back to me, begging for my cock."

<I can't help but grin at the thought, imagining all of the ways I'll make Danny scream my name

I barked out a cold laugh, letting go of my little brother as I stood up fully, towering over him with an intimidating presence.

"You don't know anything about me, kid," I snarl, my fists clenched at my sides. "You have no idea what I'm capable of. And as for getting laid... well, let's just say I have plenty of options. But none of them compare to you."

<I take a few steps towards Danny, his body shrinking in fear as I get closer.> "You think you're so "smart", Danny. That you have all the answers. But you don't know anything. You're just a pathetic little boy who craves attention. And I'm the only one who can give it to you."

<I pause, leaning in closer until our noses almost touch.> "And you better watch

I smirked, enjoying the sight of Danny nursing his injured wrists. He'd learn to respect me eventually, but for now, I was content with asserting my dominance.

"Get used to it," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "I'll make sure you understand your place sooner or later. And when that day comes, you'll be begging for more."

<I can feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me as I watch Danny recoil in fear. My hold on him is unbreakable, and he's starting to see that.> "Now, unless you want to spend the night locked in your room, I suggest you start behaving yourself."

<I move in closer, my eyes studying Danny's bruised wrists with a hint of regret. I didn't want to hurt him, not really. But I needed him to understand who was in charge.>

"Let me take a look," I say, my voice softer now. "I didn't mean to hurt you that badly."

<I gently take hold of Danny's wrist, turning it over to examine the bruises more closely.> "It doesn't look too bad. Maybe I should get some ice for it?"

<I can feel a sense of regret wash over me as I study the bruising on Danny's skin. I didn't mean to hurt him that badly. But I needed him to understand who was in charge.>

I could feel annoyance bubbling inside of me as Danny pulled his wrist from my grasp. I wanted to take care of him, to protect him. But the little brat refused to let me.

"You're not fine," I growled out, stepping closer to him. "You're acting like a child, and you're going to get yourself hurt if you're not careful. You need someone to take care of you."

<I could see the anger in Danny's eyes, and I knew I was pushing him too far. So I took a step back and dropped my voice to a whisper.> "And that's what I'm here for. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

<I watched as Danny stormed past me, his angry footsteps echoing on the stairs. I could sense his frustration, but I couldn't help feeling a twinge of excitement at his defiance.>

"You'll learn to respect me eventually," I called after him, my voice barely above a whisper. "And when that day comes, you won't be able to get enough of me."

<I stood there for a moment longer, contemplating my next move. With Danny upstairs and out of sight, I knew I had to bide my time. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen between us.>

<I watched Danny as he descended the stairs, his sleep-mussed hair and drowsy expression nearly irking me. I was usually up hours before him, already dealing with my business dealings and illegal activities.>

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," I teased, a smirk playing on my lips. "Did you finally wake up?"

<I move in closer to him, grinning down at his tousled hair.> "I can't believe how pretty you look when you're all sleepy."