"You must like this, do you, little Laney?" He slid over my clit and despite the pain radiating from everywhere, my core responded to him. I groaned. He pulled back, and there was a shift behind me. He brought his length to me. "I've never seen a slit this wet. Does it turn you on to know just how many men I've killed for you?"
"No!" I cried out as he pushed inside me. Poor Marco! Moth! I groaned as the fullness enveloped me. No! This was wrong. It was one thing when I couldn't recall everything when I was blissfully ignorant as to who was under the mask, but now there was no mask, nothing was blocking my memory. Priest and I were... were...
"Fucking you is the most depraved thing I've ever done, Laney. And that’s saying something." He pulled out and then rammed back into me. A gasp escaped my chest. Priest reachedaround and tugged on my blouse, tearing the buttons, and ripping down the bra. My nipples hardened instantly to the cold exposure and he began kneading them as he thrust in and out of me.
I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensations overwhelming me. I was cold but hot. In pain but feeling pleasure. I was horrified, yet turned on. I'd always loved Priest, but now, that took on a whole new meaning for us.
Priest dropped one of his hands, and I heard shuffling from behind me. Something fell out of his pocket, and I looked down between my feet to see one of the paper roses from my room. I didn’t have a chance to ask about it, because he was thrusting something between my legs. He clicked a button. I gasped, as my clit was deliciously attacked.
"I want you to drench my cock, little sister. Can you do that for me?" Priest growled into my ear. I could barely handle how intense the pleasure was. I didn't know where to focus. The rose toy was sucking on every nerve ending on my clit, while his cock pounded my G-spot inside me. I closed my eyes. "Answer me."
"Mhmm..."
"Mhmm what? That's not what you tell your big brother as he's fucking you, Laney."
"Yes, big brother. I'll come for you!" I shouted. "Please, please make me—" I lost my coherency as he pressed the toy deeper against me and then shoved himself so far inside I wasn't sure I could take any more of him.
"Now!" he demanded. As if waiting for his permission, my body exploded. This orgasm was inside and out, my body was filled with wave after wave of warmth and relief. Suddenly, it was incredibly slick between my legs. So much so it ran down my thighs. My knees buckled and Priest held me up. He waited until I came down to take control again, shoving so deep inside of me, in and out, until he filled mewith his cum. He pulled out of me and took the toy, running it down my slit. Our juices combined together, and he brought it to my face. I stared at the rose in awe, covered in… us. He urged me to take it between my lips. I did so, sucking it clean and then looking up to my big brother for guidance.
Did I do good?
He smiled, as if reading my thoughts, and nodded.
"Good girl."
Rule 51 - Delaney
Panicking will get you nowhere.
"Let me go!"
The hands holding me to the maze wall suddenly dropped me. I stumbled back, falling into Priest's arms. He seized me and caught my wrists, holding them up to his eyes. Blood ran down my arms in thin lines across my exposed chest. I looked to the ground, where my tattered clothing lay bright in the snow beside the paper rose. I reached for the flower, and the blood from my hand dripped onto it. The red made for a beautiful contrast. I stared at it. How perfect it was, and now ruined with blood, a symbol of my stay here at the Vincent.
The beautiful story I’d wanted to create while here was ruined by the spilling of blood.
Priest lifted me up, naked, scared, and confused. I stared at his expression, trying to figure out what he was thinking. It was almost as if he was wrestling with something internal.
What we'd just done?
What we'd been doing?
A sob escaped my throat as I finally admitted to myselfhow long I'd wanted to feel this way with Priest. Long before this week, long before Marco. No wonder I let him into my bed so fast that first night. Deep down, hidden by all the therapy, my dark desires for my brother lay dormant, but not gone. The moment he reappeared, so did my feelings for him.
"Priest!" I sobbed. "Let me go. We shouldn't have come here."
"Where? To the maze?" His voice wasn't his own. It was a blend of his and... something else, someone else. "Saw something you didn't like?"
"This hotel," I moaned. "There's a reason Mom and Dad split us up. They knew!" I tugged on my wrist, and he squeezed tighter, causing more blood to gush from my wound and spill onto the rose I was holding. I beat on his chest with my good fist as he took us through the maze and back inside. I screamed and begged for him to put me down, but we were in a dark tunnel, and no one could hear me.We reached a door with light peeking from the other side.
"I'm taking you to your room. If you scream, you'll regret it." Priest opened the door, taking me up to my room. He tossed me on the bed and went to lock the door.
I watched him carefully. While I could remember everything now, I was still confused. How had I gone from stuck-up virgin who couldn't write a good kissing scene to suddenly wanting and needing sex more than I wanted anything else? As Priest paced the floor, I pressed my thighs together, admiring how his muscles tightened and stretched. There was something very wrong with him, but I couldn't focus on anything but my carnal desire.
"Don't move," he warned and quickly left my room, heading into the living room.
The moment the door closed behind him, it was as if the air had been returned to the room and my sex-charged braindisappeared. Pain shot through my hand. I had to put some alcohol on it. I had no clue what exactly I'd been stabbed with. I scrambled, knowing my time was limited. Priest would be back any minute. I found a scarf and quickly wrapped it around my hand, but I wasn't fast enough. The door opened as I stood by the fireplace, still wrapping the scarf.
My head shot up to the door. Priest slammed it closed and glared at me. "What did I tell you?"
