Page 12 of Deadlier Obsessions

I look down at her as she lays over the table, helpless to Gage pummeling her. “Good. You don’t need it, sweet little Lucy. You’re naturally beautiful, you don’t need that shit on your face. Now, open wide for me.”

She opens her mouth to argue with me more, but I don’t give her the chance, I push into her wet mouth, and groan from the feel of her tongue on the underside of my cock.

“Fuck, little writer slut, your mouth is amazing.”

Pulling out, I slam back into her throat, causing her to gag.Fucking beautiful.

I stroke my thumb over her cheek affectionately. “Good girl. You love it when we use you like this.”

“Oh fuck,” Gage groans as she squeezes her eyes tight, and screams around my cock as she gets pulled into an orgasm.

Stella and Sebastian walk into the kitchen laughing about something, but stop immediately when they see the scene in front of them. Stella says, “Well, that’s a way to rid her of the anxiety.”

Gage comes and I’m not far off from my own climax, so I tell Lucy, “Every drop, baby. Don’t make a mess or I’ll make you lick it up.”

She whimpers around me as I fuck her throat, and it’s my undoing. Tingles travel up my spine, and I come down her throat.

Gage pulls out of her and pulls her panties back up, while I pull out of her mouth. “Good girl, baby.”

She stands up after Gage lowers her skirt and glares at me. “Now I have to go get cleaned up and fix my makeup. Thank you very much.”

Lucy thanked me with as much snark as she could, and normally I’d spank her little ass but instead, I grin at her. “You’re welcome, baby.”

LUCY

Oh god. The train journey, which I’d dreaded because ugh trains are so scary when you think about how fast they move, and how much can go wrong… yeah, anyway, it really felt too short, because suddenly we’re getting in a taxi at the train station, and the next stop is home. My old home, as in the one I grew up in. I’d moved to a small, rented house not long beforeI ended up in America, but my parents’ house will always be my first home. Home is with the four people I’m travelling with now, but this clash between my first home and my real, best home, is impending, and I think I’m having a panic attack. Scratch that, I know I am.

“Is she going to pass out?” Gage asks, turning around in his seat in the front of the car. It’s not exactly a car, it’s a seven-seater, because you know, five of us. And I’m focusing on stupid details to not think about seeing my parents. They’re not monsters, just disapproving, and not the most supportive people.

“Breathe, Lucy, don’t make me spank you in this car,” Mav whispers in my ear, squeezing my thigh in a firm grip. I’m pretty sure I’m breathing, but the streets are looking so familiar that I know we’re nearly there. Did I tell my parents there would be five of us? Oh god, did I tell them, or did I keep putting it off, so suddenly we’ll all be turning up and they’ll be wondering what the hell is going on?

“Oh god! Did I tell them? Do they know we’re all coming? Oh god!”

“I don’t think that matters, babe, just breathe,” Stella says, patting my shoulder as she leans over the seat from behind us. “It’s all going to be fine.”

“She talks like they’re fucking assholes, so why don’t we just turn around and leave?”

I don’t pay any attention to Gage’s question, because I don’t think Iambreathing properly anymore. It’s the worst time for the car to slow down, but suddenly we’re parked up right outside our destination, and I half want to do what Gage suggested.

“Breathe, baby. Let’s get out of the car and get this out of the way, then I’ll tongue-fuck you into a fucking coma when we get back,” Mav whispers in my ear, as car doors open and close all around us. This is really happening, and I feel like they’re goingto meet my parents and think I’m insane for this response, but they didn’t grow up with them, and their disappointment.

Somehow, I end up out of the car, one hand tightly gripped in Mav’s, as he strides to the front door, which opens as we reach it, because of course my parents were watching from the window.

“Hi mum, hi dad. Uh… we’re here,” I say lamely, as they take in the group of us with wary expressions. Yeah, I definitely forgot to mention we were all coming here. I messed up already, and it’ll just go downhill from here.

“Mr Greene, Mrs Greene, I’m Mav, Lucy’s boyfriend,” Mav declares, shaking dad’s hand as he takes over, and gives me time to remember how to breathe.

“There are so many of you. We weren’t… uh, this is a surprise,” mum says quietly, darting the first of many concerned glances at my dad. Oh yeah, it begins.

“Can we come in? It’s kinda wet out here,” Gage practically demands from behind us, and just like that, we’re all going inside. No going back now, and I swear, I don’t glance back at the front door, wondering how fast I can leg it again.

After we’ve all removed our coats and hung them in the hallway, we head into the living room, which looks just like it did the last time I saw it, and even though I know I’m different, so different from when I was here last, I’m starting to feel like I’m reverting to the old Lucy. The old Lucy who knows she never measures up to her parents’ expectations, and always lets them down. I cling to Mav’s hand like it’s my lifeline, because in this moment, it literally is. Please don’t let go of me, Mav, I might lose myself in this place so full of memories and my failures.

CHAPTER EIGHT

SEBASTIAN

I’ve never seen Lucy like this; it’s like she’s shrinking into the background right in front of us, more nervous and unconfident than she’s ever been. Even in those early days when she was so afraid, she never seemed this crushed under the weight of expectations, and back then she wasn’t sure she’d live to see another day. This is what parents can do to their children?

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