Page 23 of Traithorn

Then, they heard the sirens. And their expressions morphed into one of horror, anger, something fueled with a need for vengeance, before they left me with my parents’ bodies.

I helped the cops find them, arresting them here by the church.

That was three years ago, and I’ve lived in fear ever since. Knowing they would want their revenge.

Our relationship was never something socially accepted. Deemed taboo, even. Something our parents never approved of, but they couldn’t do much about it after we all turned eighteen years old and the twins moved out to their castle. Even when Mom and Dad tried as best as they could.

Some part, deep inside me, craved them like I crave oxygen. In desperate need of their attention and affection, after feelingso lonely for so long. They were always there, causing mischief, but they weremine.

Fuck, there’s a hidden depth inside me that still misses them, even when I’m terrified of my goddamned mind.

Moans echo in my bedroom, Celine’s body clamped close around mine, slick with delicious sweat. Vernon is giving me attention, licking me. This is wrong, but it feels so fucking right.

“Now that we’re all over nineteen…there’s nothing to stop us from having you,” she whispers in my ear, sending a shiver of something twisted inside me.

Dark and deliciously sinful, that’s what she is. What she always has been.

“You’re our plaything, forever,” he growls, suddenly thrusting his cock inside my mouth until I’m forced to swallow it.

I lap up their attention, legs clamping together to get some friction of release.

“Oh, she likes that,” Celine smirks as her tongue dances over my clit.

I moan, the sound sending vibrations to Vernon’s cock, prompting him to push deeper into my mouth, tugging at my hair.

“Such a dirty little girl. Ours forever. You know that right?” he looks down at me as I swirl my tongue over his cock. “There will be hell to pay if you ever leave us.”

I nod, understanding. I don’t want them to leave me either.

No matter what our parents think, they’re not my real siblings. Is it so bad to crave the thing I shouldn’t want? When they make me feel so safe and cared for?

“You’re our obsession,” Celine says as she flicks her tongue over my clit again, sending me reeling on the edge of the precipice. Pleasure, unlike anything else, overwhelms me.“You’re our poison and our antidote. And we? We’re your devils.”

Sucking in a sharp breath against the cold, my fingers frozen, I stare at the church, feeling the first trails of tears trailing down my cheeks.

Fuck this.

All of a sudden, a faint whisper travels through the air, and I instantly realize it’s my own goddamn mind playing tricks on me.

Little traitor…

The words are feminine, chilling, causing a violent shiver to run down my spine. I look around the empty graveyard, not seeing anyone. Looking down at my phone, I realize it’s almost midnight, knowing I should probably get home. I stayed in bed all day until Casper went home, ignoring their invitation and Casper’s attempts at coaxing me to go. What the fuck was his deal?

Now, my birthday is in an hour, and it felt fitting to visit this church.

I don’t know why that sends a shiver of something both terrifying and thrilling inside me. A secret excitement that laces through my veins, sparking like a live wire, sending electric shocks throughout my body.

As I turn to head toward the parking lot, there’s a silhouette hiding behind the trees. My heart instantly starts racing a little harder. The moon casts a sliver of light toward the silhouette, revealing red highlights.

I swallow harshly. Clench my fists tightly until my nails dig crescents into my palms.

I hate this. God do I fucking hate this.

The silhouette moves, and I swear I see more of that red hair, and that chilling caress of a voice that sends goosebumps skittering over my skin.

Why do I want it to be her? Why do I ache for her? For them?

I shouldn’t. It’s wrong, twisted, fucked.

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