Shut up!!
I grind my molars. “I’m gonna show you how fucked I am, songbird. You’re nothin’. I own you. You’re mine. All fuckin’ mine. Give itallto me willingly, or I’ll take it…again and again. Test me.”
She cries harder, and I lose all control. Her tears release something with me. My demons resurface. I spread her ass cheeks and spit down her crack. She lets out a strangled cry. “Zain! What are you—”
I cut off her words. “What did I tell you? You’ll never be safe from me. Nowhere. I’ve claimed you. Could be easier if you trust me, but you wanna do shit the hard way. I see the way you look at me. You look at me with pity and incredulity. Don’t need that shit.”
Her body fights my hold. I’m bigger. I’m stronger. Pointless for her to resist. My saliva slides down her crack and over her forbidden hole. Gonna own her ineveryfuckin’ way.
“Brace yourself, songbird.”
“Zain, please,” she cries out in a desperate attempt to sway me. Nothing can assuage me from the sacrilegious craving that’s taken over.
I pull my jeans down and pop my cock free. I don’t bother preparing her. Call it callous. Call it ruthless. My focus is blinding and dispassionate.
I pull her globes apart and slam into her, ramming deep into her ass with necessary roughness.
Mine.
“Zain. Stop! It hurts!” She howls a retching cry, clenching her ass cheeks. Her hands brace along the wooden piano for purchase. I’m impervious to her bullshit. She’s gettin’ too close for comfort. Can’t let her.
My pelvis slams into her backside. “It’s only gonna hurt worse if you tense. Get lost in the molly, songbird. Ride the wave of silence with me. Let your sick fantasies unveil,” I pant. My dick is on the verge of release. Her asshole is tight as fuck, and her sweet cherry scent wafts into my headspace, tightening like a visceral band.
She isn’t enjoying this at all. Don’t want her to. This is a punishment. She refuses to give all of herself to me,so I’m taking it.My balls tighten and my release is imminent.
“Fuck,” I grunt, pitching forward. Her body slams into the piano repeatedly, bruising her hips, pelvis, and thighs. Black-and-blue blemishes bloom on her upper arms from my vicelike grip. I refuse her any pleasure. Maybe next time she’ll cut the shit. Her desperate attempts to prod into my brain are unwelcome.
I know her more than she knows herself. This facade she puts on for the world isn’t her, she just doesn’t know it yet. Under the layers, she’s just like me. Fucked-up.
“Man, I don’t think you’re ready for this shit. I didn’t keep it from you. Didn’t feel it was pertinent.” Kieran shrugs, blowing out a heavy plume of smoke. He licks the corner of his lip and leans forward on the dusty orange couch. This is the first moment we’ve had to discuss any of this shit without interruption. My palms rub my eye sockets until I see kaleidoscope vision. Gotta wrap my head around this shit. Thought I had everything planned out. Nothing is ever simple, is it?
I reach around in my jeans pockets looking for anything to take the edge off and silence my demons. Wasn’t enough to punish Vesper in the auditorium again. Punishing her for my own sick thoughts is never enough anymore. Doesn’t help I have to rein in the crazy, otherwise she’ll run for the hills. If she does, then I’m fucked. Force would be necessary. I’m mere seconds from destroying her, I want nothing more than to see the final pieces shatter. I watch the fractured lines cracking her resolve. My inner monster is not used to being tame this long.
Think the only reason I’m still hangin’ on is my little hack-and-slash fun with Jax. It was a renewal of sorts, an offering to appease my inner being. The thought of locking her up is becoming more and more appealing. I’m losing sight of my goal, and that’s not an option. She’s turning into my new addiction. I see something dark under the surface that even she hasn’t uncovered, something portent. I am plagued with a marrow-deep suspicion that when I uncover it, she’ll fall harder than I can ever imagine. Somehow, it might set a precedent for self-sabotage. “Need all the information, Kieran. I have a simple plan, and this shit is threatening to fuck it all up.” I pace across the dirty carpet in the living room.
He clicks his tongue and flicks cigarette ash on the bare floor. “Man, if you want some transparency, you’re gonna need to tell me why it matters,” he smirks.
Smug fucker. He knows it has something to do with Vesper. He suspects she means something, though he doesn’t know exactly what.
I glower and still my pacing. “Don’t fuck with me, Kieran,” I warn, wagging a finger at him. I slip my hand into my pocket and rub the pad of my finger along my switchblade.
He shrugs nonchalantly and puffs his cigarette. “Listen, man, you’ve always been a closed book. About time you let someone inside that fucked-up head of yours.”
Flames dance in my irises, and my hand tightens around the blade. My jaw tenses.
He puts his hands up defensively. “Fuck, I’m joking, bro.” He leans back against the couch and lets out a derisive chuckle. Then, his tone gets serious. “Listen. This shit is deep. There is a certain hierarchy to things, and I know how you like to try to change shit to fit into what you want, but it’s absolute.”
“Noted,” I grit through my teeth and begin pacing again.
“The underground pleasure house is called the Void. It stands for Vault of Indecent Desires. My family started it generations back as a way to acquire money for the school. It is a good front, I’m not gonna lie.”
I interrupt his explanation. “So why are you not more involved?” I raise a brow. It’s well-known Kieran enjoysfucking, and this is the perfect place for him to get his dick wet without commitment and clingy bitches hanging onto his cock.
His face turns stony. “Do you wanna hear this shit, or you going to question me? You refuse to spill your shit but expect me to?”
Touché. I flick him off but let him finish as I lean against the couch arm.
“Each Grimshaw descendant takes charge of the Void when their elder passes. Like I said, the scholarship program is a sham. Those given a free ride are used for the other Elite families to use any way they choose. That’s the catch. Mortensen doesn’t do shit from the kindness of his heart. My father is a selfish bastard,” he continues.
