Chapter 12 #2
I loop my arm around his neck in a seemingly affectionate gesture—as if I want to hug him—and dig my nails into the back of his head with all my strength.
The barely contained rage and the dark promise of retribution in his narrowed eyes terrify me, but I don’t loosen my grip.
The next moment, his fingers shift on my thigh, brutally pressing into the most painful spot.
I nearly cry out but bite my lip until I taste blood to stifle the moan threatening to escape.
“Just look how passionately those two lovebirds are staring at each other,” Meg coos.
“Yeah,” Caleb says absently.
I know perfectly well that my brother isn’t even looking in our direction. As always. No one has ever cared about me—no one except Desire. He’s promised me pain, and he’s keeping his promise every second. He even infiltrated my home and put on the mask of the perfect boyfriend to do it.
“Oh, Rory, can you walk me to the bathroom?” Meg asks, and Desire and I are forced to break our painful embrace.
“Of course, Meg.”
As I lead her down the hallway, I study the brunette’s profile out of the corner of my eye, trying to find any family resemblance to Desire or … spot marks from a collar or hickeys on her neck.
“What’s up?” she asks, catching my gaze.
“Nothing. How long have you known Dez?” I deliberately use her nickname for him.
“Since we were kids.” She laughs. “We’re cousins.”
“Oh, right, of course.” As if I believe her.
Leaving Meg at the guest bathroom, I head back. Suddenly, Desire steps out of my parents’ bedroom.
“What are you doing here?” I plant my hands on my hips.
He may be a dangerous killer, and the hickeys he left yesterday may still be burning on my hidden neck, but this is my home. And there’s plenty of security here to protect me if needed.
“Looking for the bathroom, my princess.” He smiles, moving toward me.
“In my parents’ bedroom?”
I don’t get to finish. He lunges, clamps his hand over my mouth, and drags me back into the bedroom.
“Because they’re not home right now,” he whispers in my ear. “And no one here will stop me from punishing you for those naughty little fingers of yours.”
He shoves me into my parents’ spacious bathroom. One hand wraps around my throat, forcing me against the sink, while the other is already dropping to my jeans and yanking down the zipper.
“Seriously? In my parents’ bedroom? Do you have anything sacred left in you?” I hiss, my voice low.
“What could be sacred in a devil?” A wicked gleam flashes in his darkened eyes.
He spins me away from him and slams my stomach against the edge of the sink. Then he yanks my jeans and panties down to my knees in one swift motion. His lips barely brush my ear, and everything low in my belly tightens into a hard, pulsing knot.
“Quiet, babe,” he whispers, and a shiver races down my spine. “Otherwise, your brother might walk in and see his little sister getting fucked in the bathroom where your mom and dad brush their teeth every morning.”
“Caleb will kill you,” I force out through clenched teeth, gripping the edge of the sink.
“What nonsense,” Desire breathes against my neck, pressing himself against my ass. “You know perfectly well, Aurora, I’m your only protector.”
“And my executioner.” I want to close my eyes, but I resist.
“I am.” In the mirror above the sink, I see his eyes are burning with lust.
I try to push off but only bend farther, exposing my ass. He has already unbuttoned his trousers, and his fingers slide down to my pussy.
“Wet, as expected.”
One of his fingers enters my pussy, stimulating my already aroused body. I gasp, unable to take my eyes off our reflection in the mirror.
“Devil …” I hiss as he picks up the pace.
“Don’t say that name in vain.” He continues to torment me with his fingers, not giving me a second’s respite.
“Meg …, is she really your cousin?” I exhale hoarsely, throwing my head back.
God, I hate his fingers. It’s like they were created specifically to torture and tease me without giving me what I crave.
“Who else?” He’s surprised. “Wow, my little princess is jealous. How touching.”
“Don’t make it up,” I growl.
“Admit that it’s all you’ve been waiting for? You wanted your favorite nightmare to come and save you from this dreary idyll in your parents’ house. You were standing by the window, looking out at that sugary-perfect garden and imagining me fucking you.”
“No,” I whisper, and it’s true. I was imagining him killing Robert. As soon as this picture pops up in front of my eyes again, my pussy gets even wetter.
“Your body says otherwise.” He grins, forcing his finger inside me. “Your cunt never lies, unlike your mouth. That’s why it’ll get my dick.”
Withdrawing his finger, he thrusts his dick into me.
I scream, but he covers my mouth with his palm, driving me into this damn marble counter, where bottles of Mom’s perfume sit.
I tilt my head back, and my nostrils flare at the scent of his cologne.
Desire takes me methodically, hard, forcing me to come over and over again, blurring the boundaries between reality and the hell he created for me.