My knees part, the cold air hitting my already damp folds.“Wider.” But Rune grabs my calf before I can even comply, setting my foot on the edge of his knee. Carefully, I slide my other foot on Kane’s, quietly watching him for a reaction. His fingers flex on his glass, but he doesn’t shove it away.Rune runs a hand up my shin, his gaze fixed between my legs, “Go on.”My hand drifts back between my legs, finding my clit, and drawing slow circles over the small bud. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as the pleasure builds, cresting so fast under their intense scrutiny. My other hand moves to one of my breasts, palming and squeezing.Rune lets out a rough breath, shaking his head.I don’t let the reality of what’s happening weigh me down. It’s like I’ve shut off my mind. Right now, none of this is wrong.It’s mind alteringly good.Rune’s hand runs up my thigh, inching towards my pussy, and on reflex, I go to push him away-or pull him closer to me, I’m not entirely sure-but Kane snatches m
With the grocery bags pressed to my chest, I take my time strolling down the idle street, it’s empty, understandable at this time of the day.The more I think about everything, the more insane it all becomes.The fact that less than twenty four hours ago I was putting on the show of my life with a mask on my face and a different name, for men who’d paid a fortune just to see me in that light. For my step-brothers.There’s a massive difference between writing fantasies about them on paper, a whole other world from everything that happened last night.I want to hate myself for it.I want to not replay the memories back in my head as often as I do.I want to never want a repeat.But I can’t. No matter how hard I try.It feels like a horrible itch I’ve only now been able to scratch. The dirtiest, most demented parts of me coming to life and relishing in the dreams that have now become my reality.If I had the chance to go back, I know without a doubt that I’d do it all over again.And it
Oh no. This is bad.One glance outside the window tells me it’s well past seven pm. I have less than three hours before I have to meet whoever sent me the letter. I need to find out who it is.I move to the windows, shoving at them to see if there’s any give, trying to look for another exit. But I come up short. There’s no other door, the windows are screwed in.I pace and pace, hours later. My anxiety brewing and threatening to overflow the darker the sky gets.It’s almost ten o’clock.What if this person decides to reveal my secret? Dread settles like lead in my belly. They know where I live, they know my real name. The longer I think about it, the more the possibility solidifies.It didn’t seem like they had intentions to harm me though, rather to warn me. But about what?I chew at my thumbnails, listening as music pours in from the upper level of the house, the bass echoing above me.Another one of Dad’s business events. I cant pound on the doors because it would be useless, the m
My heartbeats falter.Me?I couldn’t have heard him right. His eyes are locked on my face, studying my reaction.“Y-you wrote this about… me?”He remains quiet.“Rune-”He barks out a laugh then, getting to his feet, “Don’t be stupid, Cinderella. Of course it’s not about you, you’re my sister.” He has his back to me, shoving the guitar back where he found it.Right.His sister.And I feel gratitude then, followed by a wash of shame. Grateful he didn’t see my disappointment, but ashamed I had it in me to be disappointed at all.Of course it wasn’t about me.“Alright then, a deal’s a deal.” He walks up to me, holding out a set of keys. I reach for them, but he pulls his arm back, holding up a finger.I scowl, “We had a deal, Rune.”“Tell me something first,” his voice is low, he pauses for a second, “What’s he like?”My brows draw together, “Who?”His eyes rove over my face, “The guy you’re going to meet.”Oh.“He’s… well,” I stammer, “He’s nice, I guess.”“You like nice guys then?”I f
I pivot on my heel, coming face to face with Stella McMichael, one of the it girls I used to go to high school with.She smiles like we’re long lost friends, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a hug, or her definition of one, pressing two air kisses to both of my cheeks. It’s odd, considering in all the time we’d known each other she’d barely ever said more than two words to me.“It’s been forever!” She prunes, pulling back with a too wide smile that doesn’t even reach her eyes, “You’re still so…” She gives me a slow once over, “Different.”I cringe, “Thanks? I guess.”She waves a dismissive hand, “Oh, it’s no bother.” She links her arm in mine, moving me away from the door.“Uh,” I say, “Actually there’s somewhere-”She gasps, interrupting me, “Is that who I think it is?”My eyes follow her line of sight, to Kane standing off in the distance. He’s alone, a glass tumbler of whiskey in his hand. The sight of him makes me pause, thoughts I try my damnest to push away rushing thr
Emaine marches toward me, fury lining her features, she grabs my arm, fingers digging into my skin harshly, “What are you doing here?”My throat closes up, I cant get a word out, my eyes bouncing around the room. A few guests glance at us, curious about the commotion.“How did you get out of the basement?” She growls, dragging me out of the room, “Oh, girl, by the time I’m through with you-”“Sweetheart.”Emaine stops at the sound of my fathers voice. He walks up behind us with a smile, nodding at his guests as he approaches.His smile thins, but doesn’t slip of his face for appearances, his voice drops, “Don’t make a scene, dear.” He slips an arm around my shoulders, his voice rising then, “And our daughter can stay of course, I’m sure she just wants to have a good time, feel among. As a matter of fact, there’s someone I’d like her to meet.”A man comes into my line of sight, one I recognize. He’s a family friend, one of Dad’s oldest business partners. “You remember Daniel Miller, do
My eyes widen, I pause, “Yes,” I say, “Yes, that’s me.”He smile widens, she holds out the package to me, “Someone left this here for you. She said to tell you she’s a friend.”I take it, thanking her before she walks away. I stare at her retreating form for a moment, before making my way out the door.It’s pouring already.The cars fly by, not a single cab in sight. Sighing, I start the trek home. But I’ve barely been walking for two minutes when a sleek black car pulls up beside me. The drivers window rolls down, and irritation builds inside me once I see his face.Daniel smiles at me, “You ran off, Love.”I muster a smile, “I had something to take care of, I’m going back home now.”“Hop inside,” He says, “I’ll give you a ride.”“No, thank you.” I say, no part of me wants to be alone in a car with someone like him, “It’s a short walk.”“Don’t be silly, Love.” I grit my teeth at the word ‘love’. “Come on in, you’ll get all wet.” His eyes trail down my body as he says it, lingering on
Daniel spits on the ground, wiping at his bloody mouth as he gets to his feet.“Get in the car.” Kane says.“And just what do you think you’re doing, Daddy’s boy?” Daniel staggers in our direction. I shy away from him, stepping behind Kane. “I’ll tell your father about this, lets see how much of a tough guy you are when I bring your empire crumbling around you.” He steps forward, reaching for me, “And this little slut-”Kane’s arm darts out in the blink of an eye, grasping the side of Daniels head and slamming it against the cement wall. The sickening crack makes me jump back as he crumbles to the ground, groaning in pain.“Kane-”He turns around, his eyes hard, “Get in the fucking car.”I bite my tongue, swallowing my words back. A shiver rolls through me as I make my way to his Aston Martin double parked on the street. Something heavy drapes around my shoulders.His suit coat.He holds open the car door for me, I hesitate before going in. “Thank you.”His jaw ticks.I get into his