My thighs shake, my body trembles, and my toes curl as I attempt to claw the table to find purchase, and all thoughts of embarrassment and shyness fade into black as sparks dance across my eyelids.
And for a moment, I’m lost in bliss.
30
HIM
THE PRESENT
Filth.
Disgusting filth.
Rage boils through me as the memory of her takes hold. She ran away, but I was always here, following, watching, waiting. I have had to bide my time, but what she doesn’t realize is that her precious lover is nothing but a liar. Perhaps that’s why they’re so good together. They’re both cut from the same cloth.
I move through her bedroom, opening the drawer where I find lacy panties I’m sure she wears for him. Picking up one pair, I bring it to my nose, knowing it won’t have her scent on it, but I can only imagine. The memory of that night burns brightly.
If only she’d remember. If only she’d shut her eyes and see my face. I know she feels me watching. My cock hardens as I pull it from my sweatpants. Wrapping the lace around the shaft, I stroke myself, remembering her being taken in his bedroom. I wonder if she’s ever fucked him on his desk in the classroom. It’s the only place I can’t see her.
My hand moves faster, the delicate material sending waves of pleasure through my body. Grinning as I feel my release nearing, I jerk my dick until my release coats the material, and euphoria of tarnishing her perfectly made up lie overwhelms me. Jet after jet spurts all over her underwear, and I can’t help but grin as I empty myself over the panties she’ll have against her pretty whore cunt.
Wiping myself clean, I set the messed underwear into the drawer, and I shut it before righting myself. She’ll come home, and I know she won’t look in there until morning. And when she does, I hope she’s as disgusted by it as I am by her.
Soon, little girl. So, fucking soon.
31
Elian
I sit down on the sofa while Arabella joins me. Ahren’s seated across from us on the armchair, a drink in hand as he smirks over at me. But there are still questions in his eyes. He knows she’s also from Miami, where we’re from. And I know I’ll have to answer to him soon, but not right now.
Now I can focus on my girl. Arabella enjoys being degraded, but I haven’t even taken her that step further. With Ahren, I know she’s safe. She doesn’t need anything more because that fucking orgasm she had on the dinner table nearly took me over the edge with her. I have a feeling my brother wasn’t happy to leave us alone.
The last time we were together with a woman in the same room, it was her, and that was a fucking mistake. I helped my little deviant to her feet, righting her dress and sitting her on the chair, and I could still feel her tremble.
I drape my arm across the back of the sofa, my one hand on her shoulder, and I lean in before pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Next time you want to taunt me, remember this night and what I did to you,” I warn her. “Because if you try to top me from the bottom, I will do worse to return the favor.” My voice is drenched in a promise, and even though I’m sure she won’t take a chance again, my cock is hard at the possibility of fucking her in front of her whole goddamned class.
“You’re ridiculous,” she tells me, but all I do is chuckle in response.
“You both should go out to the cabin,” Ahren says suddenly. “It will be nice out there this weekend.” I consider this for a moment, and I’m tempted to refuse him. I wouldn’t mind heading out of town, taking Arabella to the middle of nowhere so I can make her scream my name even more.
“Cabin?” Her eyes widen as she looks over at me, and I realize my brother just threw me under the fucking bus. She looks excited, and I realize I’m going to have to take her.
“Yeah, our family has a cabin out in the woods, beautiful with a waterfall.” He lays it on thick. Asshole. Ignoring my glare, he continues. “You could leave Saturday morning. Come back on Sunday night. Ask your aunt and see if she’ll allow it.”
“I’m sure she won’t mind. But I would like that.” Arabella’s voice is filled with excitement, and even though I’m tempted to squash it, I know I can’t because I want her to be happy. Which is ridiculous because I wanted her to pay for her father’s sins. But, once again, I wonder if he is still alive, and if he is, that may be a hinderance to what I’m developing with her.
“Sure.” Even though I’m not sure she even knows where he is, I can use her to lure him out. “I’ll drive us up there this weekend.” And as the night wears on, my mind continues playing out scenarios of just how I can finally get my revenge.
My brother is fucking ridiculous with his bright ideas. Taking her on a romantic weekend getaway isn’t going to change the fact that we’re just fucking. Forbidden with benefits. But when he brought it up at dinner a few days ago, Arabella seemed so excited to get out of town, and we haven’t had time alone together. Maybe I can finally confess my reasons for being here, for knowing her. But if I did tell her the truth, there’s no doubt she’d hate me.
And why would
