Eighteen
Fallon
T he screams wake me first. I shuffle out of bed, pressing my ear against the bedroom door, my heart pounding in my chest. The scuffling downstairs is unmistakable, but it’s my mother’s frightened voice that propels me into action. I had thought long and hard the last time this happened, and I knew it had to be me who stopped him. My fingers tremble as I grab my phone from the bed where I had fallen asleep reading. It’s two o’clock in the morning, which means he’s probably drunk out of his mind.
“Micah, get off me!” she wails, her voice breaking. A loud crash follows. I can’t let any more minutes tick by. If he doesn’t get caught this time, he’ll kill me. I know it. My finger hovers over the green call button as more screams echo from downstairs.
I press the button. “911, what’s your emergency?” the operator asks, their voice calm and professional.
“My mom… my mom is being attacked!” I stammer, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Okay, I need you to stay calm. What’s the address of the emergency?” the operator continues.
“2012 Wellington Street,” I reply, my voice shaking.
“Is the attacker still there?” the operator asks.
“Y-yes, it’s my father. He’s drunk and he’s hurting her,” I whisper, my heart racing.
“Are there any weapons involved?” the operator inquires.
“I don’t know because I’m upstairs. He’s very violent.” The last bit was barely audible through my quivering voice.
“Alright, help is on the way. Stay on the line with me. Can you get to a safe place?” the operator asks.
“I have to go help her,” I say, my voice firm despite the fear coursing through me. I can hear her pleas for me to stay hidden, but I keep the call connected and slip the phone in my pajama pocket. If I wait until someone comes, it might be too late.
Fear snakes up my body, making my hand tremble as it grips the doorknob. I open it slowly, the creak of the hinges sounding like a thunderclap in the silent house. My heart races as I step into the hallway, the dim light casting long shadows that seem to reach out and grab at me.
I can hear the struggle downstairs, the sounds of furniture being overturned and my mother’s desperate cries. Each step feels like a mile, but I force myself to move forward. I have to be brave. I have to save her.
I rush down the stairs, my feet barely touching the steps as I fly towards the kitchen. As I reach the bottom, I see my mom lying on the kitchen floor, her body curled up and trembling.
The kitchen is a mess. Broken dishes and spilled food litter the floor, and the table is overturned. My mom’s face is pale, her eyes wide with terror as she clutches her side. Blood trickles from a cut on her forehead, and her breath comes in ragged gasps.
Her eyes lock with mine, a silent plea for me to run. I know it. I can feel her remaining strength willing me to escape, but I will never leave her there alone with him. My father’s back is to me, so he doesn’t see me coming until I am right behind him. Before he can turn, I knock the knife from his hand. The clatter of metal against tile echoes through the kitchen. Mom’s screams fill the room as I dive for the weapon, my heart pounding in my ears. I grab the knife, feeling its cold, hard surface against my palm.
My father spins around, his eyes wild with rage. “You little—“ he starts, but I don’t let him finish. I stand up, holding the knife between us, my hands shaking but my resolve firm.
“Stay away from her!” I shout, my voice wavering yet loud.
He lets out a laugh, a sound that chills me to the bone, like he’s a lunatic. His eyes are cold, piercing green, bloodshot from drinking. Dark stubble covers his jaw, giving him a rough, unkempt look. His hair is short and disheveled, a mix of gray and black, adding to his intimidating presence. He wears a stained, wrinkled shirt and jeans, the smell of alcohol and sweat clinging to him. He takes a step toward me, his tall, imposing figure making my knees weak. I’ve seen this crazy look in his eyes before.
“Well look who it is, my greatest disappointment,” he sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. “You just had to be a pathetic little girl, didn’t you? I should have dealt with you the minute I found out you weren’t going to be the son I always wanted. You’re just like your bitch of a mother—weak, useless, and a constant reminder of my failures.”
I tighten my grip on the knife, my hands shaking. “I’m not afraid of you,” I lie, trying to sound braver than I feel. “The police are coming. It’s over.”
He takes another step closer, his eyes narrowing. “We’ll see about that,” he growls, lunging at me.
I brace myself, ready to defend my mom and myself, knowing that this might be our only chance to escape his terror.
“Come here you little bitch.” His rage is palpable. “You think you’re going to do anything with that? Huh? You’re weak, Fallon. You won’t do anything to me. Look at you—“ I cut him off as I lunge for him. The knife slices into his thigh as a horrid scream bellows from his chest. In his agony, his grip loosens, allowing my mother to slide away. Everything seems to move in slow motion as I lift my hand for my mother to take. Our hands connect, a fleeting moment of hope. But before I can pull her to her feet, I feel it—a sharp, searing pain in my stomach.
He uses the same knife against me, slicing through my flesh. A gasp escapes my lips as I drop to the floor. The pain radiates through my body as his maniacal chuckles fill the air.
Blood.
There is so much blood.
I hear my mom’s screams echoing through the house, but I can’t move. I’m frozen in place by the pure hatred on my father’s face. His jaw ticks in disgust as he looks down at me. The room feels like it’s closing in, the walls pressing against me, suffocating me with fear.
Blood pools around me, warm and sticky, but the pain begins to dissipate as shivers wrack my body. My vision blurs, but I can see the red and blue flashing lights outside, casting eerie shadows through the windows.
“You’re nothing,” he spits, his voice dripping with venom. “Just like your mother.”
I want to fight back, to scream, but my body won’t respond. The world starts to fade, the sounds becoming distant echoes. But I hold onto one thought: the police are here. They heard everything. Help is finally here.
The front and back doors are broken through at the same time, the sound of splintering wood and shattering glass filling the house. Uniformed officers burst in, their flashlights cutting through the darkness.
“Police! Get down on the ground!” one of them shouts, his voice authoritative and commanding.
My father turns, his eyes wide with surprise and fury. He barely has time to react before two officers tackle him from behind, driving him to the floor with a thud. He struggles, but they are relentless, pinning his arms behind his back and securing him with handcuffs.
“Stay down!” another officer yells, pressing a knee into his back to keep him subdued.
His face is twisted in pain and rage, but he is powerless against the trained officers. They move with precision and control, ensuring he can’t harm anyone else.
As they pull him to his feet, he pins me with a vicious stare.
“How’s that for weak,” I murmur with a smile.
“I’ll get you for this,” he threatens. His voice trails off before the darkness takes over me.
“Fallon! Fallon! Wake up!” Remy’s voice shakes me from my nightmare. I jolt upright, making him stumble backward. My breaths are ragged and my pulse is erratic under his hands. I look around the dark room, trying to remember where I am.
“Jesus, Fallon. It was just a dream,” he says, his voice softening. If only he knew it wasn’t a dream but a memory.
The moon hangs low in the sky, casting silvery streaks across the room. I look into his dark eyes, my breathing heavy. I’m shaking and sweating as my heart races in my chest, trying to steady itself.
“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Remy frowns and brushes a strand of hair from my face. “Don’t ever apologize about shit like that.”
“It felt so real.” My voice is barely audible. I try to look away, not wanting him to see my weakness.
“Shh, little fox. I’ve got you.” Instantly, my fight dissipates as I melt back into the bed. He releases my wrists and cups my face in his large hands.
“You don’t have to hide anything from me.” Remy gently tilts my chin back towards him, his eyes filled with concern.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“I-I can’t.” I know he can see the pain in my eyes, the fear that lingers just beneath the surface.
“You can,” he whispers, his voice gentle but firm. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”
I shake my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. “It’s too much,” I admit, but I know he won’t accept that answer. I swallow hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak.
Instead of responding, I slide my hand up his bare chest. His muscles quake under my touch and electricity shoots through me at his visceral reaction towards me.
He leans in and presses his lips to mine, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moan as he deepens the kiss, my body always responding to his touch. His warm hands grip my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness against my heated core. I groan as he grinds his hips against mine, his kiss becoming more urgent. There aren’t any clothes between us since we fell asleep naked after the shower, and I’ve never been more thankful. I don’t think I could wait a second longer to feel his skin burning against mine.
Suddenly, Remy pulls away and looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “I need you, Fallon. I want to make you feel good.”
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. I want him too. I want him to make me forget about the nightmare and the fear that came with it.
Remy doesn’t waste any time. He pushes me back onto the mattress and climbs on top of me, his body pinning me down. His lips go to my neck as his teeth nip at my skin. I moan as he trails kisses down my body, his hands roaming over my curves. My fingers glide through his silky hair, pulling slightly when I feel his guttural growl against my skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Fallon,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. He slides down my body under the sheet until I can feel his hot breath against my aching core.
Remy’s mouth finds my pussy, his tongue lapping at my folds. I cry out as he sucks on my clit, his fingers sliding inside me. I feel myself growing wetter with every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.
“Oh god, Remy. Yes,” I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth.
He sucks harder, his fingers curling inside me as his other hand holds my stomach down so I can’t squirm beneath him. The beautiful build towards a climax has my body tensing with pleasure.
“Come for me, little fox,” Remy commands, his voice rough with desire.
I let go, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I scream his name, my body shaking with pleasure. Remy doesn’t stop, his mouth and fingers working me over until I’m spent.
He climbs back up my body, his lips finding mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes me want him more.
“I need you inside me, Remy,” I rasp, my voice hoarse from my screams.
He smiles down at me, making my tummy wild with butterflies. “Do you trust me?” The question startles me but his gaze is unwavering, waiting for my reply. I have no idea what he has in store, and I don’t know why I find myself nodding to him. The truth is with everything that’s happened between us, I do trust him for some fucked up reason.
“Don’t move,” he commands as he jumps from the bed and saunters off to the corner of his room where a small fridge sits. Of course he has a refrigerator in his room. I laugh to myself because Remy is on a whole new level. He’s nothing like I thought he was, yet exactly who I needed him to be.
I’m naked on the bed, my legs spread eagle. I hear the sound of ice clinking against a glass and turn my head, my curiosity getting the better of me. Pushing up, I lean over, trying to see what he’s doing. Remy swivels around then walks back toward me. He’s got a wicked smile on his face and a glass in his hand.
“I told you not to move,” he tsks, his voice low and commanding. I bite my lip, feeling a thrill run down my spine. I love it when he takes charge like this, even though I’ll never admit it.
“I couldn’t help it,” I say, my voice breathy. “I wanted to see what you were going to do to me,” I confess.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he declares, his eyes darkening with desire. He climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, and I shiver with anticipation.
He holds up the glass, and I see that it’s filled with ice cubes. “I’m going to introduce you to ice play,” he says, his voice husky. “It’s going to be cold, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”
I nod, my heart pounding. This has been a fantasy of mine ever since I read about it in Return to You by Lenore Danvers. Heat flames my cheeks when I think about that scene in the book.
He leans down and sucks an ice cube into his mouth, his lips closing around it. Remy’s dark blue eyes twinkle with mischief as the ice dances around in his mouth. I watch as he pulls it out, the cube now half-melted.
He trails the ice cube down my body, and I gasp as it touches my skin. It’s so cold, but it feels amazing against my hot flesh. He circles my nipples with the ice, and I cry out as they harden into tight peaks. He continues to tease me with the ice, tracing it over my stomach and down my thighs.
“Please,” I beg, my voice trembling. “I need more.”
Remy grins and obliges, pressing the ice cube against my clit. I cry out as the cold sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. He rubs it back and forth as I writhe beneath him, my hips bucking as I try to get closer to the source of my pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “Just let go and enjoy it.”
I do as he says, my orgasm building slowly. The ice glides over my sensitive skin, sending a thrill through me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Remy continues to tease me with the ice, and I moan as he slips a finger inside me.
“You’re so wet,” he praises, his voice filled with admiration. “My naughty little fox is kinky.” I feel like I should be embarrassed, but instead I feel exhilarated. A whimper falls from my lips, needing more. Everything. All at once.
I sob at the thought, my orgasm building to a fever pitch. Remy senses that I’m close and removes the ice cube, replacing it with his mouth. He sucks and licks at my clit, and I scream as I come hard, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
“Remy! Fuckkkk–” I yell, making my words echo from the walls around us.
Remy continues to lick and suck at my clit, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a trembling mess. He finally pulls away, grinning at me.
“Did you like that?” he asks, his voice filled with satisfaction.
“Yes,” I breathe, still trying to catch my breath. “That was amazing.”
“I knew you would,” he smirks, crawling up the bed to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips, and I shiver with pleasure. He grabs his cock and circles my sensitive clit until I’m begging him.
“Remy, please!” I plead, trying to wrap my legs around him tighter so he’ll finally press inside me.
“What does my girl want?” he whispers in my ear, licking down the column of my throat as he continues to tease me. I growl in frustration which only spurs him on further.
“I guess if you don’t want anything…” he trails off, pulling away from me. I instantly miss the heat of his body. “I can finish this myself.” He gathers my juices on his hand and begins stroking his cock, his smug grin looking down at me. He knows what he does to me. I blow out a breath because two can play this.
“Fine,” I say sweetly, fluttering my lashes up at him. I suck two fingers into my mouth, closing my eyes and moaning, imagining that it’s Remy that’s shoved in me. I pop my fingers from my mouth, opening my eyes to see his heated gaze on me. His jaw clenches when he sees where my fingers are heading.
“Don’t you dare,” he warns. My hand stops moving, hovering right over my pussy. My core clenches, needing something. Anything.
“A girl has to do what a girl has to do,” I taunt, moving my hand enough to touch my aching slit. Fire burns through his gaze and in an instant he has my hands pinned above my head. Our breaths are both coming in pants as he stares into my eyes.
“Don’t touch my pussy unless I say so.” His tone is low, and I can hear the gravel in his voice. I whimper, and I’m sure he can feel my body shake under his hands.
“Yours?” I mock. “What if I don’t listen?” I ask, my voice coming out breathy and soft. His eyes darken, and I know I’m playing a dangerous game.
“Then I’ll have to punish you.”
I lick my lips, and I can see the heat in his gaze as I do so. He leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I arch into his mouth, letting out a moan as he nips and licks my nipples.
I bite my lip then tease, “If it’s yours, why are you leaving it aching and unsatisfied?” Remy’s expression turns molten, but it’s all the encouragement he needs.
He quickly positions himself at my entrance, his eyes lock on mine and slams inside me in one thrust. My breath leaves my lungs, feeling like I’m being split in half. I cry out as he begins to move, his hips thrusting against mine with a punishing force.
Remy grabs one of my legs, throwing it over his shoulder, piercing his cock into me deeper than ever before. His hand slides from my wrists, down my arm, to my neck and squeezes.
“Oh, little fox. You unleashed the beast. Now you’re going to lay there and take Every. Single. Thing. I give you,” he growls into my ear, making me whimper. He’s got me folded almost in half, and I can feel him hitting places I never knew existed.
“I’m going to pull every ounce of pleasure from you, until you’re a slobbering mess beneath me,” he promises, making my heart pound against my chest in rhythm to his thrusts.
“Promises, promises…” I close my eyes, not needing to see his eyes to feel the burn on my skin. A smile spreads across my face until he drops my leg and pulls out of me as quickly as the words leave my lips. My eyes shoot open, about to protest when he grabs me roughly and flips me to my stomach. The intensity makes the breath woosh from my lungs, making me gasp.
“What the f–” Before I can finish, slap! Pain radiates from my ass straight to my core. I yelp out in surprise but not before another lands on the other cheek. Heat blossoms through my body, making me rub my thighs together to get much needed friction.
He leans over my shoulder, his warm breath ghosting my neck, sending goosebumps over my skin. “Such a naughty girl. And here I thought my little virgin was innocent,” he teases, licking my shoulder then biting hard.
“I’m only what you make me,” I giggle.
“Ass up, Fallon. Don’t make me get the handcuffs.” His warning shouldn’t make me hot, but I find myself wanting to defy him just to see how far he will go.
I slide my butt into the air, wiggling it a bit to get his attention. Hearing his dark chuckle sends a zip straight to my core and suddenly, I’m ravenous. I need him inside me before I actually die of frustration. I can see the headlines now.
College Girl Dies From Sexual Frustration.
I groan at the thought. I don’t know how I went from a plain virgin to a sex-crazed maniac, but I have good reason to blame Remy. Now he has to satisfy the hunger.
The bed dips behind me and then I feel Remy’s tongue swipe from my clit to ass in one stroke. The sensation has me seeing stars.
“You know, one day,” he trails off as his finger circles my last virgin hole. “I’ll be claiming this one next.” My body tenses as he presses one finger inside. The burn of the stretch soon morphs into an entirely new pleasure. What is this man doing to me? I find myself pressing back against him, needing it deeper, but he pulls away again as he slaps my ass again.
“Remy, please,” I beg, “Fuck me.”
“It’s like music to my ears hearing you beg for my cock.” He spreads my thighs further apart, then presses my shoulders into the mattress.
He chuckles, lining himself up at my entrance. He pushes in slowly, and I gasp at the feeling of him filling me. He starts moving, thrusting in and out of me. It’s hard and fast and exactly what I need. His hips slap against mine and I can feel the heat building inside me. I’m already close from his teasing.
“You’re mine, Fallon,” he growls, “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. The only one who gets to hear you beg for my cock. The only one who gets to make you scream my name.”
He thrusts in deeper, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. Both swirl together in this erotic cocktail that only Remy can serve.
He grips my hips tighter, fucking me hard and fast. I can feel my orgasm building, and I know I’m close. Electricity crackles between us, and there’s a shift in dynamics. I don’t know when or how it happened, but I fell for my stepbrother.
“Tell me you’re mine, Fallon,” he commands, making me shed the teasing until I’m a vulnerable mess. Tears prick the sides of my eyes as I nod.
“Words, little fox. I need your words.”
“I-I’m yours.” My voice quivers, just as an explosion of pleasure shoots through me. My hands fist the sheets as my body trembles beneath him. He pulls out for a moment, only to flip me on my back. It’s gentler this time and I’m amazed at his strength, to be able to throw me around like a ragdoll. He collapses on top of me, holding his weight with one arm. He’s still hard as steel as he slides back inside me. I’ll never get used to the first stretch of him. Never in a million years.
“Again,” he growls. “Say it again.” Remy rests his forehead against mine, looking deep into my soul.
“I’m yours, Remy. Only yours.”
“Mine,” he agrees as he begins moving inside me again. This time with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each swipe of his cock hits the perfect spot, forcing my orgasm to climb higher and higher.
“Fuck, Fallon, you feel so good,” he purrs into my shoulder. My nails dig into his back, needing him closer. He groans and I feel him swell inside me. He circles my clit with his thumb, making me cry out.
“I can’t, Remy!” I whimper.
“You will. Come for me, little fox,” he commands and like an obedient pet, my walls shudder around him. He groans and thrusts harder, faster. I can feel him pulsing inside me, filling me up with his seed. Another orgasm rocks through me, leaving my body trembling and shaking beneath him.
“Fuck, you take me so well. Your pussy milks my cock for everything I have.”
He collapses on top of me again, both of us panting and sweating. I can feel his heart beating against mine, and I know I’m exactly where I belong.
“There’s something I’ve never told anyone before,” he begins as he pushes the sweaty hair from my face. Fear snakes through me not knowing where he’s going with this. I open my mouth to urge him to continue but the words die on my tongue. His normal arrogant blue eyes look… anxious?
“I don’t know how to do this,” he admits. I look at him questioningly.
“I love you, Fallon,” he whispers, kissing my neck. My body stills as the words hang in the air.