“I wasn't joking. I put her in my mother's tomb.”
His silence stretches around us as I wait for him to say something.
“You… your mother's tomb is in California.” When I say nothing, he continues. “She died in California?”
“No.” I sigh, growing exasperated with his outrage. “She drowned in my bathtub. I took her to my family crypt to bury her. I thought she deserved some place nice.”
“You drove for thirteen hours with a dead body in your car?”
"I chartered my father's jet and packed her in a suitcase. I can't drive that long with a dead body in the dead of summer.” I laugh.
“You're fucking insane.” He whispers, horrified. But he's had plenty of chances to 'break up' with me. He's known I was fucked up since I saw my mom die, but he's never abandoned me. I doubt this is the point where he will turn his back on me.
“Do you want to see what it's like?” I offer, sliding a hand under the silk of her dress and pulling a soft breast free, watching his face as her nipple hardens from the cold air and my sudden touch.
She moans, showing the first signs of life since I brought Dex here, and I smooth her cheek to let her know everything is just fine. I’ll never let anyone else hurt her. I wouldn’t even let anyone else derive pleasure from her, but this is Dex. I’d share anything with him, everything. It’s why I came clean to him now, after all this time.
When I slip the dress up her thigh, moving the fabric so that he gets a glimpse of her bare pussy, he gasps, turning quickly away.
“No. I don't want to play whatever game this is.”
“It's not a game.” I reason. “This is just what helps me maintain control. I was just offering to share her with you because I thought if you could see how amazing it is, maybe you'd understand me a little better.”
“Cal, I fucking love you, but I will never understand you, okay?” He shakes his head, refusing to turn, so I let her dress drop, covering her again.
“Fine.” I shrug. “It's not an offer I'd make for just anyone.”
“Yeah, well, I—”
Whatever he meant to say, it's cut off by a moan that makes my cock jump... throaty and strained, it's like the sound she makes when she's hurting more than getting pleasure.
Dex spins around so fast it almost makes me dizzy as he rushes to her other side, inspecting her twisted face, the sheen of sweat there. But I haven't even touched her.
“Fuck.” He hisses. “She's waking up.”
“She's not waking up.” I assure him. I've had her here for months, playing with her dosages, bringing her to just the right level of awareness for maximum fun.
She's never woken up before.
“Well, tell her that.” Dex snaps, gesturing to her face, where her eyes are rolling beneath her eyelids, her lashes fluttering rapidly as her mouth twists with the sounds coming from her. “Fuck, she's burning up. Can't you feel that?”
I place a hand to her forehead. He's right. Sheisburning up.
She spiked a fucking fever.
15
Amber
The sudden feeling of my skull splitting in half pulls me from sweet darkness; nausea quickly follows.
I'm going to throw up.
I try to sit up before I can get sick, but I can't move. There's something holding me down. No... someone.
“Shh!” He soothes, rubbing a thumb over my forehead like that will chase away the pain.
“Please!” My voice is hoarse, cracking down the middle of a single-syllable word.
