My brother turns to me, watching from the shadows, and grins that dark, feral smile I’ve come to know from him. He has always watched out for Brody and me. We became his wards without even trying, and he took it upon himself to ensure we didn’t go off the rails.
He glances at the girl before stepping behind her. Slowly, ever so slowly, he unbuttons her top, the small tank that’s been holding her tits from view falls open, and I’m met with fat, luscious breasts. Creed’s hands grab them roughly, lifting and squeezing them together.
“Would you like Mali to help?” Creed taunts me. He’s the only one of my brothers who knows about my past. I haven’t had the courage to tell Brody yet. Perhaps one day, when I’m strong enough to venture to the sordid memories, I’ll sit him down, but that won’t be anytime soon. “She wants to help.”
I step forward without thinking. I wouldn’t usually do something like this, not with everyone watching. I’m a private person, and what I do in my bedroom, or when I’m on my own, is for me to know, but right now, I’m oblivious to anything but the girl before me. With my dick in my hand, throbbing painfully, I near her, and she slowly, beautifully drops to her knees.
How I wish I had my toys with me right now. It would cause a scene, but it would make me see fucking stars. She takes me in her delicate hand, and her fingers wrap around the base, but she can’t get them all the way around.
Her wide eyes lock on me as she laps at the tip of my cock, sending heat spattering through every inch of my body. I’m wound tight, my eyes shut as my head drops back when she takes me into her hot, wet mouth and sucks me until my shaft hits the back of her throat.
Her soft gags echo as if they were on a loudspeaker and I’m the only listener. She doesn’t relent. Her hand grips my balls, rubbing and massaging them until my toes curl in pleasure.
Her fat lips slide down the hard shaft until she finally takes me deeper. Her nose against my abs, and my hand tangles in her hair, holding her down, keeping her there until she slaps at my thighs.
I release her after a few seconds, a smile gracing my lips as I open my eyes to meet her watery gaze. She’s crying now, her cheeks wet with the tears from choking on me, and I can’t deny the euphoria it brings me. My precum glistens on her pouty mouth, and I wish I could paint every inch of her in my cum. I want to see the white sticky fluid on her tanned olive skin.
Creed allowed me to do this because he knew she would take it. I fuck her face mercilessly, causing spit to drop down onto her fat tits as they jiggle with every thrust of my hips.
It doesn’t take long until I hold her against my groin and spill my release down her throat. I feel it work to swallow, and I smile when her hands grip my thighs in an attempt to push me away. I allow her mercy, just this time.
“Such a good slut,” I tell her when I step back and tuck my dick back in my pants with a sneer. My hand gripping her cheeks to squeeze them, forcing her lips to pout and tears to streak down her pretty cheeks.
“Okay, enough.” Creed is at her side, cooing in her ear, but he knows there would be no other way that would’ve played out. He pulls her into his arms and walks her off into the darkness. As much as he likes to think he’s bad, I’m worse. So much fucking worse.
Pulling the hood over my head, I turn and race back into the darkness before the others can follow. I get lost in the woods before long and ignore Brody and Finn shouting for me.
When I reach the lake, I settle into the small cave I’d found made of old trunks and pull out my smokes. Flicking the lighter, I lean back and inhale a lungful of nicotine, allowing it to calm my erratic heartbeat.
A smile stays on my lips as I think about what just happened. Now they all know. At least, most of them do.
I’m not an asshole.
I’m not even a bastard.
I’m a fucking sociopath.
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PROLOGUE
NESRIN
Sixteen years old
One thin slice.
Just one touch of metal to flesh.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Pain. A pinch.
And then, freedom.
It’s only the second time I’ve done it, but I already know that it’s going to be so much better than talking to some rich bitch who makes notes on her iPad about my well-being. Not physically, no, she’s testing my mind to see if I’m ‘normal.’
I laugh.
It’s low. Nothing more than a giggle.
Everything around me comes alive as I feel the warmth coat my skin. My hand is shaking, the blade drops from between my fingers, as pure relief shoots through my veins.
I’ve heard all about how it works. The internet is an amazing thing. Anything I need or I crave, I can find it there. I’m no longer shaking. I feel at ease with the world. Like everything is going to be okay.
Opening my eyes, I glance down at the incision I made, and a tear drops into the dark liquid. The deep crimson dribbles slowly. Languid in its path down my leg. As it escapes the thin slit, it takes my anxiety with it.
The trickle slows, creating pretty patterns over the tanned flesh of my inner thigh.
The euphoria is inexplicable.
My body is so free. Relaxed. I’ve only ever felt like this when I accidentally cut my hand on a broken glass.
It happened so suddenly.
But the moment the sting caused me to whimper, it forced out the worries, which plagued me for months, years even. I’d been so numb, so empty, the cut forced breath back into my lungs. The anxious knot that constantly twisted in my gut eased, and it was a release of all the stress and fear that held me hostage.
I was made to feel. Not expected to.
Every day, I have to be polished, poised, and beautiful—the perfect daughter of the perfect couple, who lives in the most perfect house. Everything the media sees; all the photos are made to look like we’re happy.
But we’re not.
My father fucks half his company—all the women, obviously.
My mother spends her days at the country club, where her pool boy tends to her needs that my dad no longer does.
When they come home, they smile and play happy family, loving parents, and honest people. I’ve numbed myself to it all, I’ve emptied my soul and shoved it into a box that I’ll never open again.
I have one year left before I can leave. Twelve months before I walk out of this place and never come back. The fancy rooms, the hefty bank account, the exquisite gifts, everything about it is fake; nothing more than a shiny surface for a filthy underbelly.
The need to be away, far from my life, from the normal that I’ve become accustomed to burns through my veins, reminding me that I can never be loved in the way I need to. Not from my parents, and not from the boys at school.