I crawl up the bed and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her in tight against my body. She grows rigid and her breathing accelerates, she's awake.
“Brody,” she croaks half asleep.
“Don’t ruin it with your fucking voice and stupid words.” I growl quietly.
“Okay.” She whispers and burrows in tighter, her face pressing against my neck.
My face presses into her unruly hair and I take a deep breath as her hand runs up my ribcage and around to my back. I feel her fingers clench and her nails bite into my skin. I grab onto the fabric of her nightgown and begin to pull it up slowly. I watch as it skims her thighs and slides up and over her ass.
Her nails drag down my back, the sting making me feel something, and awakening emotions I had long forgotten. I feel my heart pound and stop what I’m doing just to feel it. Her fingers meet the waistband of my boxers and slip inside. Her teeth nip at the skin on my neck finally breaking me out of my enthrall.
I push her onto her back, nestling between her open thighs, and press my cock against her center. I can feel how wet she is through my boxers and I can only wonder what she was dreaming about before I got in here, because surely I didn’t have this effect on her.
I push myself up and grab the thin fabric encasing her body, ripping it down the center. She gasps and arches her back, trying to bring herself closer to me.
Why though?
It was only a few hours ago she learned I was a killer and her stomach couldn’t handle the words let alone me. What happened?
“You are going to ruin all your mother’s clothes.” She whispers.
I press my weight back onto her and bring my mouth to her ear, “why are you doing this?”
“It’s what I’ve always wanted.” She whispers back. “No matter how hard I try to despise you, hate you… I still fucking want you.”
I push myself back up onto my hands and watch as she works my boxers down my legs. Can I do this? Can I be the man she’s hoping for right now? Fuck her vanilla and then cuddle afterward?
“Why do you look like you’re trying to solve an equation?” She asks with her brow raised.
I grab my cock in my hand and bring my body back on top of hers. Her hands find my back and her nails are once again embedding themselves in my skin.
“Shh… stupid words.” I whisper as I line myself up and slam inside of her.
She screams as I sink in about halfway and then continue to force myself in further.
“Brody.” Her head tosses and she moans breathlessly.
Her pussy clenches around me and I pull out then slam back in. I haven’t fucked like this before, me on top facing the girl. If my dick is inside of a girl, I make it so I can’t see her face. But watching Kailey’s face right now is showing me how much I missed out on or, it’s just because it’s her face. I don’t know.
Her hand comes up and caresses my cheek, reverently slow. Then the feel of her palm clapping against my face shocks me mid thrust. Her eyes are filled with lust and anger as her hand once again meets my face.
“Continue to fuck me, asshole.” She grits out, her hips pushing me the rest of the way inside of her. “At least fuck me like you mean it. Why are you making love to me?”
My cheek stings but my heart begins to beat again, a fast staccato and I can’t hold back the snarl that comes out of my chest. I slip my hands under her thighs and angle her pelvis just right. I make sure my grip is tight and when we’re done here, my marks will remain on her thighs. I look down to her tits and see my initials burning red and angry against her skin. So fucking fitting. I lean over and run my tongue over the letters, her hiss the only indication it still hurts.
“You want to be fucked, right?” I ask as I pound into her.
She nods her head, putting on a brave face, but I see the way her throat constricts on her swallow. I scare her and I can’t help but grin at her fear.
“I’m sorry we don’t have a pair of your panties here,” I grab her throat forcefully. “My hand will have to do.”
Her eyes widen at the realization that I watched her with Oliver too and she bucks under me. The Monster inside of me wakes up along with my anger and roars inside of my head as I pound inside of Kailey.
I squeeze my fingers and feel the sinewy tissue just beneath the skin of her throat. Just as I begin to relax my grip, her hands begin to smack at my chest and face. Anger red and hot courses through me, leaving a trail of heat under my skin. The hand not gripping her throat, grabs her thigh, lifting it higher on my waist, and I feel myself sinking into a dark puddle of something that feels foul-depraved.
Suddenly, I’m locked inside of my body, helpless to stop anything, and privy to only watch what’s happening in front of me. My hand stays clenched around Kailey’s throat as she struggles to breathe, and her hands are now trying to pry my fingers off of her. I’m still driving into her, my thrusts hard, and I try but I can no longer feel her, or the way my heart was beating for her.
It’s gone. Now, it’s just him.
Her body starts to shake and I try to take back control of my hand but it’s impossible. I’m here, slowly watching her die and hoping I finish soon.
I’m cold here, my insides are vibrating as the cold seeps in, and my soul revels in the touch of this immoral dark pool I’m stuck in.
No one is answering the door and Brody isn’t picking up his phone. I’m exhausted and it’s fucking bone deep. I’m tired of cleaning up everyone else’s mess, my mother’s, and Brody’s being the most tiring. I open the front door and sigh with relief that it’s unlocked.
There’s no noise in the house, it’s hauntingly quiet, and once again I’m not fucking sure what I’m walking into. I head up the stairs and straight to the room I know he’s holding Kailey. It’s late, so she’s probably sleeping, but it’s also Christmas Eve and I want to see her.
I open the door and find Brody sprawled on top of Kailey, both are naked, and both look passed out. I rush to the bed and pull Brody off of Kailey. Her throat has his fingerprints in a deep shade of blue and more bruises dot her legs. The damage he’s done to her is on full display right now and I fucking feel myself lose it. I didn’t entrust her to him so he could try to fucking kill her each day.
My fist connects with his mouth and he begins to wake up.
“Zeke?”
I don’t answer him as my fist flies out again, hitting him on the jaw, and he finally comes all the way to.
“Kail!” He yells and tries to get to her but I pull him off the bed.
I punch him again in the stomach and I watch satisfied as he crumbles to the floor.
“Zeke?” Her voice has me jumping on the bed and sitting her up. She sounds broken, in pain, and unsure of what the fuck happened.
“Bebelle.” I run my fingers over her throat. “What happened?”
Her eyes widen and she frantically looks around the room, “Brody…”
“He’s on the floor, I won’t let him get to you.”