Her face—features frozen in a place of innocence as she stared up at me, petrified—could have made the most remorseless person feel guilt. But I wasn’t remorseless; I was void of the capability of feeling anything right now.
Thanks for that, Father!
I stared down to her chest. Three buttons were left undone on the satin pajama top she was wearing. Its pretentious floral design didn’t accentuate her small cleavage, but she still felt overly exposed under my watchful stare.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip, slicing down until I drew blood. My tongue spread out, lapping the taste of my new injury. Enjoying it.
“Don’t,” Jolie’s whisper was quiet, false courage clouding her tone as her head turned from me. She took a breath before she could look at me again. “Go to bed.”
My eyes didn’t give her acknowledgement, still focused on her heaving chest—now, heaving more than before. Her fear couldn’t be denied.
My tongue finally left my lip, forgetting the injurythat never caused me pain, and my eyes met hers.
“I kinda like that you’re afraid of me.” I dismissed her words, like she’d dismissed my presence.
She blinked twice, shock fighting for priority over fear. Not wanting to capture this version of me in any of her memories, she quickly jerked her head to the side, looking away from me.
She shifted away in the bed, and I let her go, barely creating a space between us.
My naked cock was still too close to the heat between her legs for her liking.
“You don’t get to run away from me again.” My hand clutched her shorts, dragging her back into position.
I pulled her closer, our skin touching as I pressed my nakedness onto her body.
I couldn’t help rocking into her. The satin felt good on my crotch, and for a minute, I didn’t even care that it was once my mother’s.
Jolie’s eyes darted south, feeling my arousal against her heat. Feeling my intention. She threw all her weight at my chest, forcing another small distance between us, but despite my skinny frame, I managed to hold her stiff.
Her efforts fell flat, and I collapsed my weight onto her. My hard cock searched desperately for her hole through the thin material that kept her protected from me.
“Don’t you want this. . .?” I questioned, my mouth to her ear as I rocked into her. “Lies. I read your diary earlier, when I got tired of looking for you, not realizing just how close you were.” I licked her ear, whispering the words for only her to hear, “You said you were in love with him.”
“You’re not him.”
“We share a body.”
“Not a soul.”
“No. . . I don’t have one of those.” I laughed again, adjusting myself because her wriggling beneath me had taken away her heat.
“Let me go, or I’ll scream. I’ll wake Nessie!”
“You wouldn’t want Nessie to wake up, would you?” My smile lit up the room as it taunted her with the dare.
“No, but your father will be due home soon to stop whatever fucking ludicrous behavior you think you can get away with!” She didn’t believe he would, she couldn’t possibly. Must be the wine. . . my mother always thought higher of him after a few glasses, too.
Jolie hit me again, harder this time. Her powerful legs got between our bodies and struck me hard enough to send me into the air.
I fell from the edge of the mattress, my skin reddening on impact as I hit the ground with a thud.
The glass in my hand pierced my skin. A large slice in need of stitches appeared on my palm. I flicked the glass away with a wave of my aching fingers.
A second later, I was yanking her by the ankle and slamming her to the ground.
She fought back, desperate to get away. Her body landed on top of mine, still tangled in the bedsheets she’d dragged down with her. She kicked and thrashed, trying to escape me.
Her foot, as strong and powerful as before, caught me right in my left ball, and I almost wanted to fucking scream. My eyes glossed with agony as I thought, fuck,I guess I could feel something, after all.
