Pearson shouts profanities from the chair, but I ignore him. I climb on top of Vesper’s plush bed and rip open my black dress shirt. The buttons ping wildly onto the hard floor in all directions. Then, I rip open the zipper of my slacks. I’m already hard as a fuckin’
rock. Easy when it comes to her. I always crave her. Gonna show him how low his daughter has fallen. Adrenaline courses through my veins, how long I’ve waited…
“Stop! You can’t!” he shouts, toppling over from his seat. He face-plants onto the floor.
As if this fucker could stop me. His words fall on deaf ears. I ruck her dress up her thighs roughly, ripping the seam. My demons hum in delight at getting to take her inthisdress. The color of sin. Fitting as fuck.
She struggles and fights like I’ve never seen from her. Vesper’s tears fuel my filthy, depraved desires. She thrashes, and I cup her cheeks toforce her bloodshot eyes on me. Her cheeks are red and puffy, hair clings to her blotchy skin. Pearson begs and pleads.
Feelings I don’t understand pour into me. “Remember when I told you you’re gonna hate me, songbird?” I whisper. She nods and sniffles, seemingly giving up. Her body shakes beneath me. “That time is now.” And with that, I thrust into her with a guttural growl.
“She’s your sister!” he frantically screams like a madman.
Pearson’s words drive into me like a knife. I still my movements inside of Vesper for a brief moment. Her piercing green eyes peer into my soul. Instead of being her savior, I’m her fuckin’ demise. The words flood from his mouth, and I can’t compute what he’s telling me. She’s…my…my…fucking sister?My…sister?
No.
“You fuckin’ lie,” I snarl, keeping my eyes on her so I don’t go animalistic and lose control. Gotta keep it together.
Vesper’s gone still, paralyzed at his admission.He begs, crying ugly tears of disgust and betrayal. “You have the same mother. We kept it from you both. She was a useless druggy. We raised Vesper in a sheltered life for many reasons. We didn’t want her to grow the darkness inside that you harbor. Your mother had it. It’s infectious. Like a disease. ”Tears fall down her face, and she snaps her eyes closed, blocking out the trauma. “Are you even my real father? Is that why you didn’t want me going to Grimshaw?!” she asks in a hollow, broke tone.
I pull out of her. We both need the fuckin’ truth. This useless waste of air has lied to us both. She can’t be my sister. He’s fuckin’ with my mind. Won’t let him.
Pearson is quiet for a moment, contemplating his choice of words. “No, but I like to think I love you like a real father loves his little girl. We adopted you, Vesper. We had adopted Zain initially, but…he proved too much, so we offered him to the Larks. When we found out your mother had you shortly after, we decided to adopt you. We were desperate to hide the truth from you.”
He pauses a moment. “Yes, that is one of the many reasons why I was reluctant to enroll you in Grimshaw. We didn’t want you to know what a fucked-up upbringing you came from. You’re better than that.”
She trembles beneath me, quiet tears trailing down her cheeks. “Who are my real parents?” she asks in a pained whisper.
I hold back the silent rage thundering inside of my chest.
Pearson wiggles on the floor. “Emma Riley and Zen,” he offers reluctantly. “I don’t know Zain’s father, nor their last names. Emma was a broken, drug-addicted mess. She had multiple partners.”
My anger refuses to extinguish. The more words that erupt from his mouth, the deeper the hole he digs. This is what I wanted, isn’t it? His destruction at the cost of her. Didn’t take into account he’d drop such a fuckin’ bomb. Seems he keeps getting the upper hand. Not for long.
My eyes search her face. Wave after wave of emotion washes over her before she settles on bitter fury and vengeance.
“Don’t. Stop,” she pants breathlessly with a dark undercurrent of reprisal. Her tear-streaked eyes burn into me with a sadistic, fevered impulse.
My eyes widen. She isn’t thinking straight. She’s asking me to fuck her? She’s not of sound mind. Still, can’t make myself give a fuck. Her rage for me will come soon enough, but right now I need to unleash the beast. We can fall into the throes of bliss together.
Vesper’s mouth opens into an O of pleasure when I inch back inside. She’s processing his words but desperate to reach the pinnacle, to block everything out. I’m more than fuckin’ happy to provide. She should be furious, disgusted, repulsed. A plethora of emotions filter though my fucked-up mind.
Pearson gasps in disbelief as he watches his little girl be violated by her brother. The best punishment I could ever deliver. “Vesper…” he cries out.
I slowly start moving again. “Mine…” I growl. Doesn’t matter, she's my sister. My arms shake beside her.
Her eyes twinkle with tears and uncertainty, but she’s no longer yelling at me or Pearson. She’s in shock at his admission. She’s gonna despise me in the end, but I knew it would come to this.
I can’t stop. Can’t stop this darkness inside of me. Can’t stop needing her. Can’t live without her. It makes sense why I could never let her go.
She’s my sister. My blood. Her sweet, tangy blood is linked with mine.We. Are. One.
My father—if I can even call him that—has always reiterated how weak my resolve is.
My entire life, I’ve been treated like a fragile, breakable doll. I wholeheartedly blame him for my demise and naivety. I had hoped once I escaped the confines of my cloistered gilded cage, I could overcome my codependency on others. The realization is I have always needed him. I’ve been using Zain as a coping mechanism. He’s been using me too. We’ve been using each other.
I refocus my efforts on him and let myself drown in my own self-hatred. I was brainwashed and lied to by Pearson. He took my brother from me. He hid me away like a prized jewel. No longer will I be the martyr. No longer will I let anyone have power over my emotions.Except him…my brother.
