21
Bronx
There’s both a good and an evil part of me that is at war with each other every other day. I’d always felt conflicted as a kid, but it wasn’t until after my abduction that I truly recognized the battle within me. Some days, I wanted to put the past behind me and once again be the reckless, carefree kid I once was. Other days I wanted to hurt someone, anyone, whether it was with words or with my fists, because I couldn’t get to the people who were the cause of my pain.
It sounds like it was a pretty simple thing to figure out, work through, and get past; but I was barely legal when everything happened, and I didn’t really know how to put the internal struggle I was having into words, or at least words that didn’t sound like I was completely mental, so I kept them to myself except once. In a moment of weakness, I admitted how I was feeling to my Uncle Stone, a man of few words. He gave me some sage advice that I’ve always carried with me.
“We all have a little devil in us, Bronx. They’re like two little hungry monsters inside of you, duking it out. The monster that wins the battle is the one you feed more. Just make sure to feed the good one more than you feed the evil one and you’ll be just fine.”
I’m not exactly sure which monster I’m feeding as I taste the need from Karma’s pussy, but I’m pretty sure if you put a gun to my head, I’d have to admit it’s the bad little motherfucker.
I’ve already said out loud to her that I wasn’t going to slip up again.
Hell, I’m not supposed to be doing this.
I mean, I’m going to kill this woman’s brother as soon as I get the chance. What kind of fucked up shit is that for me to do? While my revenge is one hundred percent justified, using this innocent woman to get me there is not.
That’s not how I was raised.
Mastersons only annihilate lions. We don’t destroy gentle gazelles.
She grips the edge of the counter and tries not to pant as she waits to see what I will do next. Although I took that kiss from her in the bathroom because for some reason I thought I needed to, I’m not stupid. I could feel the sexual tension building between us from the moment we met.
She’s attracted to me.
She may even want me.
God knows I want her.
Earlier, when I saw her naked, it took everything in me not to take out my rage from dealing with Ray out on her body. I was so damn angry that she might have been pregnant with his bastard child. I think I wanted to make her forget that dickhead was the father. But mostly, I wanted to fuck her senseless against the shower wall and I had the clearest vision of how I’d do it.
I’d push the side of her face against the tiles.
And lift her arms up beside her head.
Then I’d spread her legs real wide.
And stroke my dick inside of her as she repeated my name over and over so she’d always remember who the baby daddy should’ve been.
“Are you drunk or something?” she asks through shaky breaths. “Why did you do that?”
“It takes a lot more than that shot of whiskey to get me drunk, Karma. I know what I’m doing.”
No, the fuck I don’t.
“I don’t think me staying here is a good idea.”
I can feel her body still vibrating with need, but she’s resisting it. I can understand why, though. She’s a good girl, probably too good for me, and she doesn’t want to make a huge mistake, or at least another one.
She’s right, of course. Sleeping with me would be a major blunder that she would end up regretting, but that bad little monster inside of my head wants what he wants, and right now it’s to be inside of her dripping wet pussy.
Fingers.
Tongue.
Dick.
It doesn’t matter.
