Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
My eyebrows arch in surprise. “Redmond? How’s that work?”
“He’s a true believer. Really thinks our family is important and doing important work. He thought I was weak and soft, and he wanted to do everything he could to toughen me up, like I’d thank him one day for it.”
I smile, remembering young Redmond. “He was an eager, self-righteous prick even back when I knew him.”
She twists to show me her back. The long, twisted lines down her skin tell a thousand stories. “This was his favorite. He said it was character building.”
I reach out and touch her. She flinches but doesn’t pull away. I run my fingers down the scars, lingering on the lumpy, misshapen skin. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
She smiles to herself. “That’s bullshit, but thank you.”
“I mean it. The scars don’t bother me. I actually think they’re gorgeous. And all the rest of you too.” My hand continues stroking her back.
“I never let people touch them.” She stares at the far wall, her lower lip tucked underneath her teeth. “I was ashamed for so long. I still am, but in a different way. I’m mad at how much power they have over me. Even now, when I know none of it was my fault, just my fucked-up brothers doing whatever they wanted.”
“You don’t have to hide them from me.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here.” She looks back at me. Her eyes hold mine. “I haven’t gone swimming around people since…” She glances down at my mouth. “I don’t think ever.”
I shuffle closer. My hand moves up into her hair. “You’ve been hiding.”
“You could say that.”
“I’ve been hiding too.”
“Is that why you’re always smiling? Your family thinks you’re the funny one, right?”
“That’s right.” I lean in and smell her. It’s floral and sharp. I like her sweat as much as anything. I kiss her shoulder and lick a small scar there, tasting salt. She lets out a soft sigh. “It’s easier when everyone thinks I’m just the eager youngest brother trying to make a name for himself.”
“What are you going to do when they’re all dead?”
“Smile.” I kiss her neck. “Laugh.” I bite her chin a little too hard. “Live.”
She turns and crushes her mouth to mine. This time, I don’t let her go. I pull her closer, fist tight in her hair. There’s no escape, no running, no hiding. I unleash myself on her, kissing her, filling her mouth with my tongue, burying her with my touch. I pull her into my lap and she lets out a surprised groan when she feels my stiff cock between her legs. She grinds closer and whimpers when I press her bikini top over her breasts and thumb her stiff nipples.
“I want to kill Redmond next,” she says, gasping and pulling back suddenly. Her eyes are shining with fever. They’re bright and glassy.
“Anything.”
“And I want to do it.”
“He’s yours.”
She kisses me again, moaning as she grinds. I grab her ass. This girl is a monster, just like me, except she’s even better at hiding it than I am. She doesn’t even realize how fucked she is, not yet, but she’s starting to see it. She’s starting to feel the hate creep its way out, and god, I find it so startling and beautiful, watching her transform into what she was always meant to be.
Broken and wicked, just like me.
I drag her from the sauna. We’re both gasping and sweaty. The pool room with its big glass walls and roof is still humid and warm, but it feels cold by comparison. I pin her against the far wall, her ass and back leaving damp smears. Beneath us, the city glitters. A nearby tower looms. I drop to my knees and yank down her bikini bottoms until she’s bare.
“Finn,” she whimpers, lacing her fingers through my hair. “Someone’s going to see.”
“Let them watch.” I force her legs open. I kiss her scars, from the knees up, licking and sucking each one as I get closer to her pussy. She moans, panting, gasping, choking on her gasps and sobs, until I reach her wet folds.
And God, she tastes so good, like heaven, like sunshine and light. Salty and warm and real, so fucking real. This is the most alive I’ve felt in a very long time, even more than when I was killing her brother. I lick her pussy, gliding my tongue up and down, sliding it inside of her, eating her wildly, starving for her, desperate for her moans and gasps, her whimpers of pleasure and delight.
Her grip on my hair tightens until it hurts. I love that too. She’s losing herself as I eat her, and when I slide two fingers deep into her pussy, my tongue still lapping her clit, her head tilts back against the glass and she cries out for more. I push my fingers in deeper, fucking her with them. She’s gushing, dripping, so wet it’s drowning me, and I love it. I suck and lick, greedy for her, wanting more and more, until her back stiffens and she moans my name, and I know she’s coming. I keep going, driving her deeper into bliss.