Chapter Eight #2
“I know, right, that is how much of a sucker I am, I wanted to earn his love. My brothers and sister could earn it. They were constantly getting affection and love. Me, I was pushed to one side like I didn’t even matter.” Again, there was that shrug.
“You know your siblings are not good people?” I asked.
“I don’t know much about them. I mean, sure, they treated me like crap, but they didn’t need to show me any love or respect.”
“Your sister is responsible for a young girl being thrown off a building.”
“What?” Maeve asked.
I nod. “Yeah, she made sure everyone landed a punch, luring her up to a roof, with the promise it was all going to be over, and then pushed her off it.”
Maeve’s hand went to her mouth. “You’re not joking, are you? This is not some cruel joke.”
“I’m telling you the truth.”
“I can’t believe it. You’re wrong.”
“I’m not wrong,” I said.
“Did the girl survive?”
“Yes.”
“Is my sister going to jail?”
“No, because the girl is terrified of testifying. She just wants to go home and never return to school. Your sister is a first-class bully. She is known for throwing hot food at people. Hitting them. Teachers are afraid of her.”
“That’s awful, and my father doesn’t do anything?”
“No,” I said.
The look of shock on her face tells me all I need to know. Of course, I knew Maeve wouldn’t have anything to do with her sister.
“I feel a little sick.”
I put down the strawberry I was about to dip into chocolate sauce. It was a nice hot day, and instead of going to work, I opted to spend the day with my woman. I’d gotten Louis to pack us a nice lunch, and rather than go out to the park, we were in the garden.
My men were patrolling my estate. Maeve was not aware, but a man had attempted to scale my walls last night. We caught him, and he was currently on his way to hell. Mikhail had sent him.
The Bratva were not getting the message, but I would deal with them shortly. I was done playing games, and now that they had attempted to enter my property, it guaranteed certain death. I was not going to spoil my day with Maeve.
“Do I even want to know about my other brothers?” Maeve asked.
She had three brothers. The youngest was now dead.
“One is an addict and liked to drug women and rape them.” This caused Maeve to gasp. “He’s dead. He died just over a week ago from some bad drugs.”
Maeve’s hand went to her mouth. “Wow,” she said.
“Do you need a minute?” I asked.
“No. Does that make me a bad person? I don’t even feel like I should cry, and yet he’s my brother.” She frowned and then turned to him. “He raped people?”
“He’s not the only one. Your eldest brother, Daniel, yeah, he goes down a similar path. Only, he likes to keep them as pets for a length of time. Force them to do his bidding, and when he’s done, he kills them.”
There had been a couple of missing girls that could be traced back to her oldest brother.
I had the evidence for all of it, and it would be so easy to hand it over to the police.
However, the Taylor family were not going to have the luxury of building up connections in prison.
They were not going to live to Thanksgiving.
“You’re sure you have the right people doing all of this?”
“I’m sure.”
I see the horror in her eyes.
“What does my other brother do?” she asked.
I looked at her, waited, and then I spoke. “He likes kids,” I said.
This made her pull away, and I watched as she got to her feet and shook her head. “No, you’re wrong. You must be wrong. There is no way that is even possible.”
I stayed on the picnic blanket I had set out, and I watched her.
“That is sick and twisted and gross. There is no way that is even possible. I mean, is it?” she asked.
There’s no point in me saying a word. When I made the decision to kill her family, I had investigated each of them.
Her family were monsters. Her siblings more so than her parents, which was a shock.
In my experience, the parents tended to be the worst ones.
I guess there was always room for surprises.
I didn’t know how her siblings had become this way.
All I could guess is they assumed with Maeve’s life, they could do whatever the hell they wanted and damn the consequences.
Maeve stopped and I watched her hands close and then open. I can’t leave her like this. I get to my feet, close the distance between us, and put my hands on her shoulders. Part of me expected her to push me away, but instead she sunk against me.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” she said. “I wanted to be ... part of them. I wanted them to love me and accept me, and then I hear this and it makes me feel so sick.”
“I know.” I kissed her cheeks and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me.
“How can they do that kind of stuff?” she asked.
“There are a lot of sick people in the world,” I said.
“I don’t even care that he’s dead,” Maeve said. She shook her head.
“It’s okay.”
“No, because that makes me a horrible person.”
“Are you happy about it?” he asked.
“No, hearing it doesn’t make me want to jump for joy. I’m sad, but I’m not at the same time.” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe what I have just learned. It’s crazy.”
I held her. That was all I could do, and time ticked by, only I didn’t care because I held Maeve. The sun was beaming down on us, and it was fucking hot as hell.
I kissed her neck and waited for her to calm down. “Do you want some more strawberries?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, I do.”
This made me smile, and I grabbed her hand and walked her back to our picnic blanket.
The strawberries were free from bugs, and as I picked up a nice, juicy one I took a bite, then held it to her lips. I watched as she sunk her teeth into the strawberry.
“Now, one with chocolate,” I said, picking one up and dipping it into the chocolate sauce. I didn’t even need to worry about keeping it warm, because the weather had made it warm enough that all I needed to do was dip one into the sauce and present it to her.
She took a bite and let out a little moan.
It was such a sexy sound, and I couldn’t control the thickening of my dick.
What didn’t help was how good her tits looked, pressed against the white dress she wore.
The cups curved around her tits, gliding down to her waist and flaring out at the hips.
There was a small slit in the side of her thighs.
Once we finished the chocolate-covered strawberry, I took another, making sure to get lots of chocolate on it. This time, as I pressed it to her lips, just as I intended, some of the chocolate fell onto her curved breast, and I couldn’t help but groan at the sight.
She reached for a napkin, but I captured her hand and pulled her in close. “Allow me.”
I leaned in and slid my tongue across the top of her breast, where the chocolate sauce had dripped, and I sucked just slightly. She let out a gasp.
Guards were walking around the edge of my property, but they wouldn’t be able to see what I was doing, she had her back to them. I put a finger on her knee and slid it up, going beneath the fabric of her dress, stroking over her delicate flesh. She let out a moan. It made me want her so badly.
I didn’t intend to touch her, but now there was no stopping me.
With my other hand, I eased the strap of her dress down.
She wore a lace white bra, and I was able to see the darkness of her pink nipple, which made me moan.
I couldn’t help myself and flicked my tongue across her nipple.
At the same time, I found the edge of her panties, and I didn’t hold back as I slid a finger right across her pretty pussy.
Maeve moved her thighs so they were slightly parted, and I was able to slide a finger deep inside her. I added a second, at the same time sucking at her nipple, and she let out a little cry that was so soft.
I stopped sucking her tit and took possession of her lips.
I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, and I knew I needed to get her alone.
My men would look the other way, but I didn’t want anyone else seeing what belonged to me.
Maeve was mine. I had never felt this strongly in my life about anyone.
I slid the strap of her dress back up onto her shoulder, making sure it was in place, and then I took her hand.
Maeve did not ask any questions as I got her to follow me. I walked her down toward the small woodland near the bottom of my garden, which provided enough privacy.
Pressing her up against the tree, I cupped her face and kissed her hard, sinking my fingers into her hair, not wanting to let go. Her moans were sweet music to my ears.
I wasn’t done with her though.
I had to stop myself from kissing her anymore, as I started to travel down her body, going toward her neck.
I sucked on the pulse at her neck, then kissed down, sliding the straps of her dress down her arms, and taking each tit into my hands, cupping them, feeling the weight of them, before sucking each nipple in turn.
I heard her delicate cry, the whimper that left her lips.
I felt an answering pulse in my dick. I wanted to fuck her so badly.
But I held myself in check, driving her crazy by playing, teasing, and licking each of her tits.
Then, I fell to my knees before her and forced her to hold the dress up to her waist. Her panties did not survive my impatience, as I grabbed them in my fist, gave them a twist, and they snapped. I couldn’t help but groan.
Running my hands up the outside of her thighs, I curved them around and opened her legs, staring up at her pussy.
She was slick. I ran a hand up the inside of her thighs, moving closer toward her pussy, and as I cupped her, I slid a single finger deep inside her cunt.
She cried out. I added a second finger and watched as her eyes closed, and she leaned back against the tree.
I wanted her to completely lose it. I moved into position and then took her clit into my mouth and sucked on the hard bud.
Her moans were beautiful, and I felt her pussy pulse around my fingers.
I flicked my tongue across her nub, going back and forth, working her into a fever.
I didn’t make her work for it. The moment her release started, I didn’t hold back and took her up and up.
She cried out my name, and I loved hearing it spill from her lips, especially when it was filled with pleasure.
I allowed her to finish her release, and then the moment she couldn’t take any more, I got to my feet, released the buckle of my belt, pushed down the zipper, and eased my dick out.
Within seconds, I was deep inside her, feeling the aftershocks of her release. I stared into her eyes and knew there was no one else I wanted, as I slowed my movements, making love to her against the tree.