“Why? You know it turns you on too,” he teases. His hand slides down my abdomen and to the waistband of my jeans. He flicks the button open easily and continues his journey south. “I bet you’re dripping for me, sis,” he whispers against my lips, and God dammit, his words do make me burn hotter.
His fingers hit their mark and he grins down at me with devilment in his eyes.
“I knew you loved it,” he brags.
“Dick,” I gasp as he pushes a finger into my wet folds.
“Patience, little sis, you can have my dick soon enough.”
“I see you got started without us,” a cold, bored voice calls out.
Panic - shame - fills me and I scramble to right myself. Something similar may have happened on Halloween but today I’m stone cold sober. I pull my top down and yank Kalen’s hand from my jeans. He laughs and sticks his fingers in his mouth, eyeballing me as he sucks my juices from his fingers like it’s the best lollipop he’s ever had.
“Nice of you to join us,” Kalen grins over at Onyx and Slate standing in the doorway. Onyx looks close to murdering someone - standard - but Slate won’t meet my eyes. He’s squirming uncomfortably… and sporting some serious wood. Whoa. My eyes widen in shock. I didn’t expectthat.
“Told you she lied about that video,” Onyx drawls.
“Fuck you!” My temper flares and I scramble up from the bed. The fucker just laughs; a hollow, cruel sound. Why? I thought we were getting somewhere...friendly almost.
“Only if you beg me,sis,” he smirks.
“Nice one!” Slate chuckles, without humour. Then he approaches the bed and high fives Kalen. What the fuck? I thought he was talking to Onyx, not Kalen. Why are they high-fiving? Why won’t Kalen meet my gaze? Was thisplanned?
“Oh God,” I say, lurching on my feet. I feel sick. They’ve just played me. “I have to go.”
“How? Your little princess limo isn’t here and you have no idea where you are,” Onyx snaps. “Besides, I bet our mum will be real happy to see you here.”
“What?” Kalen asks.
“Didn’t she tell you? She told tales to dad and got mum put on probation.”
“Is that true, Amelie?” Kalen demands turning to me.
“Get out of my way!” I cry as I try to push past Onyx in the doorway, but he grabs me and prevents me from leaving. His grip is an iron manacle around my wrist. I struggle, but I can’t break free. This isn’t good. Old memories swim before my eyes, threatening to resurface. He pushes me hard enough that I fall back onto the bed, and then he closes and locks the door behind him.
“I think it’s time we had a little fun with our new baby sister, don’t you Slate?”
“Yeah, let’s give her arealKnox family initiation,” Slate grins, and for the first time, I’m more scared of him than Onyx. When they come closer to me, I can smell the alcohol on their breath and realise that, whatever was building between us over the last few weeks, it’s gone. This is not a safe place for me. These two are wasted.
“Stop!” I yell, squirming under Slate’s weight as he holds me down. I try to kick, but Onyx plants himself on my legs and pins me. Slate straddles my chest and I can barely breathe. Panic rises. I don’t want a repeat of last time.
“Kalen!” I plead looking at the golden-haired boy who has frozen, ashen-faced on the bed beside me.
“Don’t talk to him!” Onyx growls. “We warned you about that before. Slate.” Onyx gives a nod and Slate’s hands tighten around my throat. Only this time, it’snothinglike when Sawyer did it. With my chest already compressed and my throat constricted, the panic hits instantly. My fingers scrabble uselessly at Slate’s, trying in vain to prise him off me.Think, Amelie. How do you get out of this?
Black spots begin to dance before my eyes and I know that I’m about to pass out for the second time today.
“Guys, stop!” I hear the fear in Kalen’s voice.
Inspiration hits but I know I’ll only have one shot at this so I wait a moment longer. Everything clears and I can hear Sawyer’s calm firm voice in my head walking me through the steps. I got this.
Slate leans in a little to watch my face and opportunity strikes. I power the flat base of my hand upwards with all the force I can muster, into the bottom of Slate’s nose. The chaos is instantaneous.
A shower of blood rains down on me, Slate screams, his hands flying from my throat to his injury. He jumps off me and races to the mirror to inspect the damage that I’ve done. Onyx follows him. And me? I just lie on the bed gulping in air like a fish out of water, trying to regain my strength.
“Amelie-” Kalen reaches out for me but the second his skin makes contact with mine, I jerk away like I’ve been shocked.
Still struggling, I leap to my feet anyway and race for the door. Kalen calls me again, his distress and anguish clear in hisvoice, but I don’t stop. No one tries to prevent me from leaving as I turn the lock, throw open the door with a crash and bolt from the room and house like my life depends on it.
