Page 33 of Tainted Love
I drop my phone as if it burnt me. It’s not real, it can’t be. I watched the life drain out of her body, powerless to stop it. I left her there in the shallow grave, terrified of what would happen to me or Oli if I didn’t do as they said. This is someone trying to fuck with me.
“You alright?” Kill asks me, and I meet his curious gaze in the rear-view mirror.
“Yeah, fine,” I manage to choke out, running a hand over my face and trying to forget the messages. Then I realise Bea’shome alone and this psychopath is making death threats against her. “Hey, do you mind driving me home instead?”
“You decided you want to go home to bang your stepsister?”
Ash groans and elbows him in the side. “Tact, man, look it up. Fuck, sometimes I swear you speak without thinking.”
“Do not,” Kill pouts. Ash just raises his brow. “We were both thinking it,” our drummer grumbles as he puts on his indicator to do a U-turn at the next set of lights. “I don’t know why you’re calling me out.”
I don’t say anything. My fingers drum impatiently on my leg as we head back towards my house. I wish Killian would drive faster.
When we pull up in the driveway an hour later, the house is completely dark. I’m out of the car before it’s even come to a complete stop. I fumble in my pocket for my keys as I hurry to the front door.
“Go get her, tiger,” Killian calls out his window with a laugh as he backs down the drive. I flip him the bird over my shoulder.
But as his headlights illuminate the front door that’s, when I see it.
The single black rose lying on the doorstep.
Chapter 18
Black_rose13
So fucking predictable. Rushing home to play the protector. I wonder how long it will take her to wise up to his games. He is only ever in it for one thing. And when it comes down to it, he’ll take what he wants and leave her for dead.
Poor, naïve little Bea.
Chapter 19
Bea
I’M ANGRY AT myself for letting Elias manipulate me yet again, and I pray he won’t come home after his gig. I need space to figure out how the hell I’m going to stay away from my stepbrother. Every time he’s near it’s like every nerve in my body is a live wire sending sparks straight to my core. Every rational thought I have flies straight out the window and I become his willing whore.
By the time I get home from the Forum, I let myself in the front door, and make sure I lock it behind me. Then I bang my head against the heavy wood.
This isn’t me. I don’t let strangers put their hands all over me. I don’t engage in dirty hook ups in public bathrooms. It feels like I’m spiralling, but I’m powerless to stop it. At this point, I don’t even know if I want to.
I try to call Maya, but it goes to voicemail. With a deep sigh, I head up to my bedroom and walk through to the shower. When I catch sight of myself in the mirror, I avert my eyes. That person is not me. I remove my makeup and take a long shower to wash my hair and rinse the memory of his touch off my body.
I stay under the water until it runs cold. Once I wrap a towel around myself, I go through the motions of applying my skin care routine before climbing into bed with damp hair. Hopefully, I can forget everything that happened tonight.
My lips still tingle from his kiss; god, he knows how to kiss. I brush my fingers over my mouth distractedly. Of course he does, he’s probably had plenty of practise.It’s not like I’m special. I’m probably just a challenge to him—nailing his stepsister—and, like an idiot, I’ve fallen straight into his trap.
But I can’t deny how turned on I become by his possessiveness. No one has ever made me feel like they’d burn the world down for me—whether or not it’s all an act. I squirm, a pulsing feeling of need building between my legs.
Laying in the dark, I realise I won’t get any sleep until I take care of myself, so I groan and retrieve my vibrator from my top drawer. Placing it on the bed next to me, I remove my underwear and run my hands over my body.
My nipples are rock hard, and I roll them beneath my fingers, moaning softly, playing with them until the ache between my legs can no longer be ignored. I’m so wet my vibrator easily sinks into my pussy, causing a shiver to run over my entire body. I’ve never been this worked up and I bite down on my bottom lip as I switch on my toy. The vibrations pulsing through my sensitive core send me straight over the edge faster and harder than I’ve ever come before.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, thankful that I’m home alone.
I switch the setting and massage my clit with my other hand as I ride the waves of my orgasm.
I don’t want it to stop. My heart races, but I need more.
I squeeze my eyes shut and recall the way Elias dominated my mouth tonight; it was the same way his tongue dominated my pussy a few days ago. The next orgasm builds, and my stomach muscles contract as my needy cunt clamps down on the toy.
