Page 20 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

“Pretend you don’t fucking love this, Pretty Little Slut,” Drake groans as he rails her like he hates her half as much as she hates him right now. She turns her head to me, watching me as I fuck my fist and I know she likes it even though she’ll keep denying it. I run my thumb across her bottom lip. “Suck.”

She tightens her lips in refusal. Drake reaches up and plugs her nose, which forces her to open her mouth, and I insert two fingers. “Suck.” Listening to her gag when I hit the back of her throat with my fingers takes me over the edge. Ropes of my cum land on her cheeks, lips, and neck. I’m not so much of an asshole, so I intentionally avoid her eyes. Her body arches, lips part as she cries out. I remove my fingers while I watch her cum soaked face as she writhes in pleasure. Drake groans as he finishes inside her pussy while I rub my seed into her skin. When he pulls out, she says matter-of-factly, “I need a shower.”

“Our guys packed some of your things. Everything you need should be in the bathroom,” Drake says as she gets up to go take a shower. He calls after her, “Don’t lock the door.”

Natalia

I stand in the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror. The reflection I can’t look away from has the word pig written across her soft abdomen. My sister is with me every moment of every day. As if she’s standing behind me with disgust, she shouts out words that permeate my brain.

Slut. Whore. Pig. Not good enough.

I spent years trying to figure out why Nicole hates me so much, but I’ve never figured it out. And does it really matter? Maybe I didn’t do anything to earn her contempt. My lacking could be all it took. Knowing the true reason won’t change the fact that she can’t stand me.

After grabbing my cosmetic bag, I zip it open and glance inside, in an instant relief floods me.

It’s here.

I turn on the enormous shower. It has a large shower head on all three black granite walls. It takes me a minute to realize there’s a control on the wall so you can use one, two or all three waterfalls. Grabbing my razor blade from my bag, I step into the shower and under the warm water.

Taking the blade, I cut the inside of my upper arm, hissing at the sting. This is my preferred spot because as long as my arms are not raised, it’s not noticeable. I hold my arm away from the water as the pain clears my mind; the blood streaming down to my fingertips. I close my eyes and enjoy the silence. When I cut, the ridicule that plays constantly in my mind fades away. The dislike from my mother and my sister. The pure hatred aimed at me by my father. It all lies dormant.

My peace is short-lived as the shower door is yanked open by a furious Drake. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I stand staring blankly at him because I don’t know how to respond or if I even need to. I have a razor blade in my left hand. Blood drips from my right one and I think it’s obvious what I’m doing. He doesn’t give a shit about me. Nobody does. So I don’t understand why he appears to be so angry. Although pissed off seems to be his default setting. Dante rushes into the bathroom with concern etched on his face. My gaze darts between the two of them as Drake holds his hand out. “Give me the fucking blade.”

I still stand frozen on the spot as I attempt to figure out what to do. I can’t let him have it, that much I know. Because I need it. Someone who doesn’t cut will never understand. If you don’t need the physical pain to numb the emotional, you can’t comprehend it.

“Now Natalia,” Drake orders.

CHAPTER 17

DRAKE

She stands holding that fucking razor blade for dear life like it’s some kind of a goddamn life line. My immediate concern is her safety. Natalia is gripping the blade so tight, it’s cutting her hand. Blood drips from her arm on one side, and from her hand on the other. I rush into the shower, grab her arm that has the blade, twisting it behind her back as I spin her and slam her into the wall.

“Fucking drop it, Natalia. I swear to fucking God if you don’t, I’ll break your arm.”

Do I want to hurt her that badly? No, I really fucking don’t, but she’ll live with a broken arm. If she cuts too deep or the wrong spot, our girl might end up dead. And I can’t allow that to happen. The sobs that come from her are loud and desperate as the bloody blade falls to the shower floor. Dante comes into the shower on her other side. Turning her around to face me, her face is drenched with tears, I think, since the showerhead was only hitting her side. Once I let go of her arm, she slides to the ground with a thump. Both my brother and I lower ourselves to the floor with her.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against my chest. He strokes her hair while whispering to her, “It’s okay.” I have no idea what the fuck is happening right now.

“Is this about us fucking you?”

Natalia tilts her head back and gazes at me as she shakes her head. “No.”

This is what I wanted, right? Her crying, broken in front of me. I wanted to be the one to break her. I wanted it, but not like this. The thought that someone other than me hurt her makes me see red.

“Who did this to you? Who made you cry?” I ask as she shivers in my arms.

She’s ours, and no one may hurt her. Any man that does will die. It’s simple. I may spank her, cut off her air supply and make her scream and cry, but no one else gets to do this to Natalia.

“My sister,” she whispers against my skin, “She calls me fat and worthless. I guess I believe her.”

Dante kisses the back of her head, “You’re not fat. You definitely aren’t worthless. Natalia, you’re fucking perfection.”

My brother wants to make everything better for her, take away all the pain. I want information. I want to understand why she cuts her beautiful skin. And I want to kill her fucking trash sister.

“This is why you want to cut your flesh?”

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