I use my other hand to pull on my erect nipple, needing a hint of pain to push me over. River must catch a glimpse of my actions 'cause in the next second, he pinches my clit ruthlessly, before lashing it with his tongue, and I'm a goner. As the waves take me, I feel something stiff and rigid probing at my back entrance, and it makes my breath hitch, and my body tense. River licks my clit, and whatever was at my puckered hole slips inside of me, along with two of his fingers, stretching me wide until my eyes widen, and it pushes me again over the edge, with the mixtures of pain and pleasure.
Wave after wave of euphoria wash over me, as he continues to thrust the object and his digits inside of me, bringing a sense of satisfaction and peace with it that I wouldn't think I'd be capable of, based on who's in this bed with me. River pulls back, my juices painted across his lips and chin, and my cordless purple hair straightener in his grasp. He drops the machine next to my head, after making a show of licking and sucking it into his mouth, and consuming my juices off its surface. "Don't worry, baby, I'll buy you another one after I fuck your ass with it."
Jesus, that could have been really bad if he had activated that thing inside of me. All thoughts of the danger of burning my cunt disappear, as his hand reaches out to grab the back of my neck, holding me forcefully, so his mouth can plunder mine. I instantly part my lips and taste myself on his tongue, a heady, musky, sweet taste that has me writhing against him, and getting even wetter. I'm so wrapped up in the kiss that I don't realize he's lined his cock up with my drenched entrance, until his crown is pushing through my tight hole, and he swallows my gasp of surprise. He bites down hard on my bottom lip as he plunges the remainder of the way inside, and I'm filled with his thick cock. It's almost painful, and my body struggles against the invasion, as it tries to accommodate his size. I have to shift to keep from begging him to pull out, not that I believe for one second he would comply.
He breaks our kiss, his forehead meeting mine, his eyes so close I can see the little specks of gold in their depths, as his hand wraps around my neck once more, but this time less playful and more dominant. "Mine.This sweet pussy ismine. This ass is mine.Every fucking part of you belongs tome."
His fingers tighten, and I force a deep inhale before he shuts off my ability to breathe. "Show me you understand, Livy." He thrusts forcefully, while holding me by my neck firmly to prevent me from escaping him. My body slides backward with his rapid, fierce momentum, and he pulls me into his demanding thrusts, forcing me to take all of him, balls deep, with each and every thrust, until my gasps are a mixture of pain and desire. The sounds of skin slapping skin are loud in the air around us, and the lack of air inside my lungs is causing white spots to appear before my eyes. My fingernails dig into his hands, trying to dislodge his hold on my throat and hip, but he's not having it. Each erotic, masculine grunt of satisfaction causes my core to clench tightly, and my pussy to slicken further. "Tell me who thiscunt belongs to," he grunts, his speed becoming more erratic and unhinged.
He loosens his grip a bit around my neck, and I instantly siphon in air in a loud, ragged gasp. "Say it, Livy. Tell me who this cunt belongs to, scream it out loud, baby. Let the whole world know it's mine." I force my lips to remain closed, refusing to give in to his caveman demand of ownership. The look he gives me promises pain in retribution for my denial. "I'm not letting you out of this bed until you scream it, and cum on my cock, Hellstorm. We can stay here for the rest of our lives as far as I'm concerned."
He pounds harder, his hand leaves my hip, and his fingers tease my clit, until my body is once more spiraling off a cliff, and a scream escapes my gasping mouth. "Say it!" He pounds me through my orgasm, the heavy wooden headboard now slamming over and over against the wall. I can't breathe, I can't think. All the light, and my senses, have become pinpoints of tantalizing need. I can feel him getting closer and closer to his own release, his rhythm losing its tempo, and his breathing becoming ragged and sharp."Please,"he begs, and it's what breaks me.
"Yours, my... cunt... isyours," I scream, and he slams once more into me, filling me with his warm cum. His body flops on top of me, his weight settling and crushing me, as if he's afraid I'll slip away if he moves too fast. My nose is filled with his heady masculine scent of sweat and lust. Both of us are desperately catching our breath, and I can't feel my legs. The world finally goes quiet, my pulse beginning to ease back into a steady rhythm, my thoughts softening into something warm and hazy. River's chest presses into mine, skin still hot and slick, heartbeat still uneven, and the closeness makes everything inside me loosen.
"I beg to fucking differ, she and her cunt belong to me. Don't you agree,sister?" The sharp and angry voice breaks through our peaceful post-sex moment, and everything shatters like glass, as we both turn to see Cross standing directly behind River, and he looks pissed.Fuck.
CHAPTER 38
CROSS
I've been stewing for the last couple of hours, since we returned to the mansion from the woods. The minute the car was put in park, River started his knight in shining armor routine, and blocked me from carrying Olivia from the backseat into the house, insisting he had her. It's not like I didn't glance in the rearview mirror, while I drove home on the silent, tense drive, to witness him stroking her hair gently, or the fact that, even in her unconscious state, she was snuggling into his body, seeking heat and comfort. I wanted to switch places with him instantly, and that unusual thought had me reeling, and gripping the steering wheel for dear life.
Damon didn't utter a single word, lost in his thoughts, with an expression that was both terror and wrath mixed together. The minute we were all through the front door, he disappeared into the rec room, and he's been drinking himself into a coma, with my father's expensive scotch, ever since. Does he have remorse for all the shit we pulled in the woods? Is he even capable of feeling that emotion?Fuck if I know.
River took instant charge of Olivia in her damaged condition,the cunt.She didn't even wake when he placed her in a bathfilled with warm, scented water to raise her body temperature, or when he took it upon himself to wash every inch of her while I watched, mesmerized and feeling like my insides were tying themselves into giant razor-filled knots. I wanted to reach out and strangle him, and at the same time, I wanted to take that washcloth away from his hands and tend to her myself.What the hell is the matter with me?I've never had the desire to do anything like that for anyone before.She means nothing to me. She is nothing to me, just a thorn in Mayhem's side.I can almost convince myself that I believe that, almost.
After Olivia was clean, and he had tended to the worst of her wounds, River dressed her in one of my large t-shirts, carefully dragging a pair of her sexy panties up her legs, and I saw the hunger I feel reflected back in his expression. As we were leaving the room, after tucking her tightly into her bed, she immediately started to fret, her breathing becoming ragged, and her limbs fighting against the covers. She was trapped in some hell of a nightmare, and I wondered if I had a starring role. Before I could even open my lips, or make a move toward her, River had stripped down to his boxers and got in bed with her, wrapping his arms around her, and she settled down immediately with the contact. I've never wanted to kill my best friend before, but in that moment, if I had a gun handy, I would have shot him in the head without the slightest hesitation.
I forced myself to leave the room, refusing to look back and witness them together, a sour bile rising up the back of my throat, and my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles were white and aching. Instead of hitting one of my lifelong best friends, like every cell inside of my body demanded I do, I checked on Damon, and then went for a long, exhausting run on the treadmill. You would think all that running through the woods would have expended all my energy, but you'd be fucking wrong.
At some point, River must have gotten up and locked the damn door. As if he must have known that I would come back, and tear him away from her. I almost broke the damn thing down, but at the last moment, I managed to gain some of my hard-fought control back, the one that is unraveling by the second, thanks to a purple-haired she-demon who's destroying my life and sanity.
River has unwisely positioned himself between us, as if he owns the ground she walks on and the air she breathes, but he doesn't, that already belongs to me. It's been the case since the moment I first saw her in a photograph her mother proudly, but unwisely, showed me. He's taken charge of Olivia's care, hovering over her like some psychotic nurse, and guarding her like she's some delicate thing that only he’s allowed to touch. As if I weren't right here, and she wasn't mine. As if I didn't feel all the chaos she brings too. She's my stepsister, my possession, mine to destroy, and I won't let him or anyone else stop me from claiming her. I'll set fire to this world before that happens.
I've been standing in the hallway outside Olivia's room like an idiot, some disturbed feral thing pacing the perimeter of its own cage for hours, and I hate myself for it. I should walk away, I should give her space. I should pretend I'm not thinking about her every second since the woods, but my feet refuse to move and take me away from her door. My mind spurns any attempt to think about anything else. I'm stuck here, anchored by something I can't name without choking on it. She's in there with him, resting, breathing, and safe. Safe from me, from the things I crave to do to her, even now while she's hurt. The truth of that should settle me, and make me grateful we didn't kill her tonight. It would’ve been hard to explain to my father if we had. It doesn't, instead it fucking burns inside of me like a volcano erupting under my skin, pouring scalding hot lava intomy veins.Walk away, she’s nothing. Find some other chick to bury yourself inside of, she’s not worth it, just a dirty skank.
My palms press against the frame of her door, smooth wood biting into my skin, and for a second, all I see is her face when she collapsed. The way her long, dark lashes fluttered, and her breathing faltered, her small body going limp in my arms. I've never been truly frightened of anything in my twenty-three years on this miserable planet until that moment. That image is carved into me like a brand. I keep replaying it, over and over, and every time the same emotions coil up my spine:fear, then guilt, and finally, jealous rage.
Rage and jealousy that Damon had a piece of her out in the woods, without my permission. That River wants to play her hero, and she seems to gravitate to him. Fury that I want to control her, and she thwarts me at every turn. Devastation that everything has already begun to change between us three, because of her. Olivia Springhill is a poison, for which I don't think there's an antidote, and I'm worried she'll take us all to the grave with her.
I drag a hand through my sweat-soaked hair, pacing the hallway that feels too small for what's happening in my head. Too narrow for the rage grinding through me, and too quiet for the way my heart is pounding, like it's endeavoring to break free from its cage. I shouldn't be here, fuck, I should be taking care of business, we still have guns missing, and more possible moles feeding information to the feds. She's probably still unconscious anyway. Nothing is happening in there between them, right? She needs rest, distance, and a momentary ceasefire between us. River wouldn't dare push me any further tonight. He has to know how close I am to the edge of destruction. Still, I can't seem to force myself from outside of her door, and that pisses me off more than anything. This magnetic pull between us that I can't snap in half, no matter how hard I try.
It's her fault; she's somehow bewitched me, and gotten under my skin. It's my fault for allowing it to happen in the first place. I should have put a bullet between her pretty green eyes the moment I laid eyes on her in the flesh. It's his fault for being in there with her instead of me. My thoughts fight like wild dogs, tearing at each other, shredding every last piece of sense I have left.
We shouldn't have drugged her, and taken her out to the woods to play our sadistic games, but she ran so beautifully from us. We went too fucking far, but God, I've never felt more alive, watching her trying to save herself from us. She looked terrified, but at least she looked at me, saw deep into the monster who lies beneath the handsome facade, and she didn't flinch. No, Olivia Springhill will never flinch. It's not in her to back down, even when she's outnumbered, and that's intoxicating.
My stomach twists with venom, because I want her, and I can no longer deny it. I want to punish myself for caving into those useless emotions. I need to rip this door off its hinges and take her from him. Everything within me wants to bloody River for daring to go against me. The truth I'm attempting so hard to battle against is that I need her, like she's something carved for me, shaped for my hands, meant to be held in my grip until she stops running, not because we drugged her, not because we pushed her, but because she chooses to submit to me. Something that I know will likely never happen with my violent little psycho. She'd rather go to her grave, than allow me to own her.
The contradiction drives me insane. I'm furious at myself for wanting softness with her after everything we did. I'm enraged at River for acting like the moral one, when he's just as twisted and fucked up as Damon and me. I'm infuriated at her for being the one person I can't seem to control, and can't seem to get out of my head.Kill her, get it over once and for all, then she won't have a hold on any of you.
My knuckles tap once against the door before I can stop myself, quiet and reflexive. I freeze, pressing my ear against the wood like some creeper, and muffled sounds echo back to me through the thick wood.What the hell am I doing, and what the fuck are those sounds? What am I expecting to happen here?For her to wake up and what, call my name? She'd sooner set this whole house on fire, with all of us in it.Do I really expect River to step aside, and hand her over, like I'm entitled to her?He won't, he's consumed by her too. I grit my teeth as more rage flares hot and bright, blinding me for a second until I can't see straight, and images of them together in bed float through my mind.
She belongs to me. I'll do whatever it takes to have her.I want her on her knees before me, tears sliding down her high cheekbones, and her lips wrapped tightly around my cock, as she pleads for her life from her new God. The truth feels too dangerous to let loose in my own skull, or utter out loud, but that doesn't stop the feelings from festering.Violence. Possession. Mine.
I swallow hard, backing away from the door, only to step right back into its gravity like a fool. I hate this loss of control. I despise how she's unraveling every part of me without even being cognizant to see it. I'm done waiting. She belongs to me, and I'm taking back what's mine. If River gets in my way, he'll be sorry he did, friend or no friend. My quick pace takes me into my bedroom, and straight to the bathroom we share. With any luck, the asshole forgot to lock the door leading into her room, and if he didn't, I'll break that fucker down. My fingers wrap around the handle, but before I can even twist it, I'm positive I hear movement, and fuck, was that a moan, and the headboard moving against the wall? Why is she moaning, when she should be asleep?I'm going to fucking kill him.
I slowly turn the handle, praying it doesn't creak, and slip the door open enough to peer straight into her room, my movements silent and deadly. The light is dim from her curtains being shut, but a small ray of it reflects off the mirror facing her bed, and that's when I get my first glance of them together. River's up on his knees, naked and between her spread legs, his cock pounding into her over and over again, as she thrashes wildly on the bed, and tries to stifle her sounds against a pillow she’s fisting. I feel my cock instantly hardening in my joggers, and I palm myself to soothe some of the need. Fuck, her skin seems to glow with an ethereal light as her legs wrap tightly around River's waist, taking his punishing strokes, and her round breasts move in time with the momentum. I instantly want to lick every inch of her, and then mark her with my fingerprints.
