Page 20 of Tortured Whispers
Moments ago his touch melted me and now he looked like he hated me.
I couldn’t handle Caesar hating me.
It would surely kill me.
“I-I was scawed. I don’t know. I’m sowwy, please don’t hate me, Cease,” I begged. Terrified tears dripped from my lashes.
“Hate you?” His voice was a deep rumble. It sent chills across my shoulders that settled in, making me heavy. His long legs ate up the space between us as he approached me. His lips were pressed into a firm line. “I could never hate you, Brook. If anything I love you too fucking much.” His fingers yanked on my wrist until I was middle to middle with him.
Feathers fluttered in my stomach and my temperature skyrocketed. Logic crumbled to dust when I was that close to him. “I hate seeing you so scared and sad,” he said, brushing hair behind my shoulder. His eyes studied mine and confusion crept in making the space between his brows crease and his stare narrow.
Being so close to him made me irrational. My shaky breath matched my fingers. I slid them around the back of his neck and stood on my tip toes. In a burst of urgency and need, I pressed my lips to his. His long fingers slid through my hair and I moaned. It was a sound so soft it would have been missed if it weren’t dead quiet.
Caesar’s hand turned to a fist in my hair and I felt pressure mounting between my thighs. He yanked back until our kiss was broken and looked at me with fire crackling in his eyes. The fire soon faded and he let his hand fall to his side.
My stomach sank watching his mouth turn down in a grimace.
Oh, god Brooklyn what the fuck did you do?
Why?
Why?
Why?
**
Caesar…
Brook’s shoes squeaked as she bolted out of the front doors. I stood in the kitchen of my new home silent except for the fierce knocking of my heart against my chest. When she kissed me my cock ached and the depraved animal inside of me reared its head.
Fuck.
I liked the kiss.
It was the sweetest thing. A whisper of needy desire that melted against my lips. The things I wanted to do to her on that counter were fucked up. Even standing there thinking about it made my erection painful.
I let out a growl and made a fist, slamming it against the granite countertop before a strained breath escaped me. My head was pounding as I took one step after the other toward the foyer. I focused on my car in the driveway while I locked the doors behind me without glancing once.
Brook was sitting in the passenger seat with her knees pulled up to her chin, bawling. My chest was tight watching her in so much anguish. She was confused but she wasn’t there alone.
I got in the car and started the engine, yanking on the seatbelt to click it into place. “Please don’t tell Daddy,” she begged barely above a whisper.
“I’m not telling him,” I grunted, throwing the car in drive. My arms ached from being so tense.
“I’m sowwy,” she cried. A hiccup slipped out before she went into another fit of tears. I knew for a fact that this episode would send her into a cutting frenzy. I couldn’t keep driving in silence.
What was I supposed to say?
Should I tell her that I wanted the kiss as much as she did? Should I tell her that I saw the jealousy painting her aura in the realtor’s office but the only girl pretty enough to hold my attention was her?
Fuck no.
I couldn’t say that to her. Neither of us should have been feeling that way. It was wrong.
I pulled over to a parking lot and stopped. I stared out of the window and scrubbed my forehead with the heel of my hand. “Brooklyn, you know I love you, right?” I asked, my voice ragged.
“Not anymore,” she scoffed.
“Still. Always. No matter what,” I snapped. “Why did you do that?” I begged her to tell me so that I could ease the confusion in my head. It was tearing me up inside, making me feel like lead.
“I um…I don’t know. I’m fucking warped. My mind is sick, Cease,” she sniffled. I found the strength to look at her and my heart twisted.
“You’re displacing your feelings, Brook. You feel happy for the first time in a long time and-and you’re attaching those feelings to me. I’m your uncle though,” I said more so for me than her.
“I know,” she said sharply. “It won’t fucking happen again. It was stupid. I’m stupid. So…fucking stupid.” Her voice was thick with emotion that broke and gave way to tears.
Anger filled me up from the inside, crowding my normal train of thought. I wanted to throw a punch at something to let the frustration out.
“You’re not stupid. Stop saying that shit. There’s nothing wrong with you, Brooklyn. You’re perfect. You’re perfect even with the scars and anxiety. You’re perfect with your insecurities and quirks. You don’t see it but they make you so goddamn stunning it’s breathtaking.” I let out a pained laugh and drummed my restless fingers against the steering wheel.
