Art’s a cutter.
I move closer to stand directly over the bed. I should leave, but I can’t. His cheeks are wet with tears. I run my fingers over the puckered skin of the healed wounds. His eyes snap open. His hand moves quick as lightning, clasping onto my wrist. Anger transforms his facial features. He yanks me forward, causing me to tumble onto the bed. He rolls over, pinning me under his big body and latches his strong hand around my throat.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he sneers in my face. He’s wild with fury.
“Don’t you ever come in my bedroom again, or I’ll make you squeal. Do you understand me?” he yells.
I claw at his hand in an effort to get him to release me. I can’t breathe.
I’m going to die.
His grip on my throat tightens. I see blackness at the edge of my vision. I panic and vigorously thrash against his hold. I can feel his dick getting hard.
What the fuck?
He closes his eyes and shivers. When they open again, a new emotion manifests in their depths.
Unbridled lust.
He pushes my thighs open with his knee to rest between them. He grinds his stiff dick against the thin fabric of my panties. I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world becausedamn,I fucking love the feel of his dick rubbing against my slick heat. The friction causes my sensitive pussy to throb greedily, wanting to feel him inside. I like what this demented boy is doing to me. He latches onto my bottom lip, biting down hard. His hand around my throat prevents me from screaming. Tears roll down the side of my face as the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth.
“Come in here again, I’m going to spread you wide and fuck the shit out of you. It won’t be a gentle fucking for you. No, I’m going to split you the fuck open and make you bleed.”
He throws me off the bed. I land on my head, so it takes me a few seconds to come to my senses. I cough, struggling to take deep breaths.
“You have three seconds to get out of here. If you’re still here when I’m done counting, I’m going to take it as an invitation that you want to fuck.”
I start to crawl to the door.
“One.”
I try to move faster.
“Two.”
He leaves the bed and begins to trail me. I make it out the door, turning to rest against the wall. My T-shirt is stained with his blood. My body is trembling, and it’s still very difficult to breathe. My gaze travels from his toned legs to his bulging manhood, clearly visible through his boxer briefs, then over his taut stomach and muscular chest to finally connect with his eyes. I wipe the blood dripping from the side of my mouth with a shaky hand.
If looks could kill…
He slams the door shut. Once I am able to stand, I run upstairs back to my room, forgetting all about the bottle of water needed to quench my thirst.
I lie on my temporary bed, staring at the ceiling. In a few hours, it’ll be a new year.
Another year without Cole.
It’s been two days since I woke up to Cin standing over me. She knows my secret now, but surprisingly, she hasn’t told anyone. I was sure my uncle was going to come barreling into my bedroom to ship me off to a mental institution that night, but it never happened. Her sweet, warm flesh is more addicting than cocaine. The feel of her beneath me won’t leave my mind. Her pussy was on fire, the heat enveloping my dick. I haven’t felt the urge to fuck in a very long time, but my God. That night, I wanted to fuck us both into oblivion. Now there are three things constantly beating at my mind—Cole, cocaine, andCin.
I’ve jerked off a few times with thoughts of my dick pounding through her tight little pussy. One thing’s for certain,I want to live in Cin.She tries her best to stay away from me, but that’s not always possible. When we happen to end up in a room alone, she dashes to the exit. It’s the complete opposite for me. My gaze continues to seek her out. I hate myself for it, but I don’t have control. It’s the only reason I eat dinner in the dining room with everyone else, not because my uncle demands it. I always deliberately sit next to her, but she doesn’t glance my way. Watching her squirm makes my dick hard.
My cousin, on the other hand, shoulder checks me whenever we cross paths. It’s cool, because I shoulder check his bitch ass right back. If he swings on me, that’s when the real trouble will start.
I leave my room in search of something to drink. When I enter the kitchen, my cousin is leaning against the counter drinking a Sprite. He glares at me.
“You have something you want to say to me?” I ask.
“Yeah, leave.”
Ricky walks into the kitchen.
