Chapter 7
Graham
The bandage wrapped around her head almost makes me lose my entire fucking mind.
Her head is resting against the car window, and I can’t stop looking at her out of the corner of my eye. A dangerous mix of good and bad is tangling inside me. It’s because a new emotion has just been added to the limited roster of things I’m actually capable of feeling: fear.
It's one of the few things I truly never wanted to experience.
I walked in tonight—for the second time, may I add—to find Valeria almost killing my fixation.
The only thing that is currently adding color to my grey life.
What happened to my gut in that bedroom was like swallowing pure acid.
It felt like chemicals burning a hole straight through my intestines, and out of the tear leaked a horde of demons that tore apart the empty cavity in my chest.
I guess that’s what fear is.
Smart men admit their faults, and I underestimated Valeria.
I know she’s the one who set the fire in Maya’s room, just like I know she attacked her tonight.
She wants her dead. My wife is completely mentally unstable.
But what she failed to realize is that there are cameras everywhere in this house—especially hidden inside my obsession’s bedroom.
There is more than enough proof of her insanity. And every bit of it is in my favor.
But every time Valeria hurts Maya, the rage overflows in me so much that I can’t contain it.
Alongside fear, this protectiveness is yet another primitive thing forced into the roster of things I’m capable of feeling—and I can't even say I hate it. No one in this godforsaken world is allowed to break Maya but me. She belongs to my cruelty, and my cruelty alone. I know that very soon, my little siren won’t have to feel a single drop of pain that doesn't come directly from my hands. And Valeria will get what’s coming for her.
Very soon, Maya will have my ring on her finger, her soul bound to my hands, and the colors of her life bleeding onto my taste buds. It’s closer than it has ever been.
When the car pulls up, I carry her inside the mansion.
Sasha is right at the entrance, opening the doors for us with her head slightly bowed.
As part of my master plan, Valeria becoming crazier and crazier is highly beneficial to me.
Especially with the cameras in every single corner documenting her every move.
Under my instruction, my staff have been planting things in her head.
Whispers. Triggers. Things to drive her over the edge.
Am I a good person? Hell no.
But to feel? To have Maya? Forever? There isn’t a single thing I won’t do.
No matter how vile, or sick, or depraved.
And I don’t feel a single ounce of fucking guilt about it.
Because the mere promise of life is already exploding on my tongue.
How will it feel when I finally touch her?
Have her? Own her? With no one left for her to run to, and no plan B. I will be all her plans.
I carry Maya up the staircase and slide into her bedroom, carefully laying her small body onto the fresh sheets the staff changed while we were at the hospital. She looks so pale.
I turn to find Valeria leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed, looking at the scene with narrowed eyes.
She has already showered and changed. It’s like she’s a different person from a few hours ago.
One thing about her is that she’s a pretty darn good actor.
Her sheer, lace black lingerie set leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
It doesn't stir a single thing in me. Looking at her naked body is like looking at a blank wall. She’s trying to seduce me just like she has been trying to do for months.
In her fantasies, she wants me to fuck her right here in front of Maya, so she can rub it in her face. Her hands slide up my chest.
"She's fine, see?" Valeria purrs. "Now come to bed, Graham. Let me take care of you after such a stressful night. You deserve to be taken care of..."
All my life, I genuinely thought I had erectile dysfunction.
I thought I was incapable of liking sex.
In the past, I had literally forced Viagra into my system and fucked just to see what the hype was about.
And it was nothing special. Same for Valeria.
Nothing about her ever made me want to fuck her.
Our marriage isn’t even consummated, and it won’t ever be.
Because it’s not real. My dick never got hard for her, just like it never got hard for all the women before her.
But with Maya in my mansion? With the promise of her forever being mine?
I am constantly, agonizingly hard. My dick throbs 24/7 just from the mere thought of her.
I spend hours locked in my office, hyper-fixated on the monitor, jerking off to the live CCTV feeds of her sleeping. Eating. Getting dressed.
I brush Valeria’s hands off my chest with enough force to make her stumble back, walking back into Maya's bedroom and lock the door behind me. The room is silent for a few seconds before there’s a thud against the wood.
I ignore it, checking Maya’s breathing to ensure she is still deep asleep from the heavy painkillers. Once I’m certain she’s completely under, I strip down to my boxers and slide into the bed beside her.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"Graham! Open this fucking door!" Valeria screams from the hallway, pounding against the wood.
I shouldn't be doing this. Not right now at least. But I can’t fucking stop.
I pull Maya’s soft body back against mine.
The friction of her skin sends a blinding jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
I am leaking right into my underwear. Unable to control my depraved urges any longer, I press my cock directly against the cleft of her ass through the thin shorts.
With the first pump between her ass cheeks, my eyes roll completely back into my head.
“Graham! She’s my sister! You sick bastard, open the door!”
Valeria’s screeching voice blends into absolute nothingness.
My body shivers, a pant ripping from my throat as pleasure hits me for the first time in my life.
I grind against her over and over, burying my face in her neck.
For a man who thought he was dead inside, this is an overdose. I am losing my fucking mind.
As if reacting to me even in her sleep, Maya lets out a whimper and juts her butt further back into me. I groan, baring my teeth like an animal. She makes me lose my mind.
The pleasure is so intense it turns my vision completely black. But I force my hips to lock, stopping myself from coming all over her. No. I won't waste it while she's asleep. When I come for her the first time, I need her to be wide awake and looking right at me.
On the other side of the door, Valeria’s screams dissolve into exhausted sobs.
I wrap my arms around Maya's waist, locking her body against mine so tightly she can’t even move.
I sink into the pillows, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair.
For the first time in my entire miserable life, the demons in my head go quiet.
My twitching, aching dick is still pressed tight between her cheeks as I close my eyes and sleep peacefully straight through the night.