Page 37 of Tainted Love
If it weren’t for my mother and my sisters, it would have been too easy to just give up. To let the darkness consume me until there was nothing left. I have spent the last six yearsclawing my way out of the void, losing myself in my music, and moving on from the pain I’ve hidden from everyone.
Until I sawher.
In less than a month, Bea flipped my world upside down due to her resemblance to the only girl I ever loved.
I itched to ruin her.
Ineededto ruin her.
Purely because I knew there was no way I could survive having her in my life.
But I’m a fool to think I would ever be in control of this obsession. She pulled me in like a moth to a flame, and now I’m burning from the inside out.
Last night wasn’t just sex. It was a connection. Bea wormed her way under my skin, and I am doing things I never thought I’d do again,feelingthings I never thought I’dfeelagain.
My phone buzzes again, so I roll out of Bea’s bed and cross the room to where my jeans are laying on the floor just inside the bathroom. I pull my phone out, surprised to see it’s after twelve. There are four missed calls from Kill. I collect my clothes from the floor and creep across the hallway to my bedroom before I slip on a pair of briefs and call my best mate.
He answers on the first ring.
“Hey, fucker. Come down and let us in, will ya.” He’s way too chipper for where my heads at this morning—or afternoon—whatever.
“What?” I ask, furrowing my brow.
“Get your dick out of your sexy stepsister and get your arse down here.” Kill grunts, and I mentally thank Asher for the jab in the guts he no doubt just gave our drummer.
“Fuck off, arsehole.” I hang up and toss my phone on my bed.
For the second time today, I run my hands over my face and pause. Why am I thinking about ignoring my mates andheading back across the hallway to wake Bea up with my head between her legs? I want to taste her, feel her tug on my hair, and hear her scream my name. Since Jas, I’ve hated being touched, but Iwantto feel Bea exploring my body; the scratch of her nails down my back, or her fingers tightening as she pulls my hair. With Bea, I want to feeleverything.
I ignore my throbbing dick, and chuck on a pair of grey sweatpants to jog downstairs. Kill is smirking when I finally pull open the front door, and I’m tempted to slam it shut again. Unfortunately, before I can, he pushes past me, clapping me on the shoulder as he heads towards the kitchen.
“Whatchya got to eat? I’m starving.”
I roll my eyes and Asher just shakes his head as he tosses me my car keys. “We brought your car back for you.”
“Cheers, man. Where’s Wyatt?”
Asher shrugs. “Not answering his phone.”
I arch my brow. Our keyboardist is never seen without his phone in his hand.
“Don’t ask me, man,” he says with a shrug as he leads the way to the kitchen. Kill is standing at the counter in the same spot I ate Bea out the other day. I smirk to myself as I watch him hoe into a potato salad.
“Bit early for the munchies, isn’t it?”
He flips me the bird. “You gonna spill on why you were so desperate to come home last night?”
I reach over and pick out a piece of potato, popping it in my mouth. “Wanted to sleep in my own bed.”
Asher and Kill share a look before the latter snorts in laughter. “Mm hmm. You expect us to believe that after what happened at the gig last night?”
I shrug. “I don’t give a fuck what you want to believe.”
Asher shakes his head. “Come on, let’s unload the gear from the van. I told Mum I’d help Troy finish painting her sewing room.”
I scowl at the mention of Asher’s arsehole of a brother. “Have you asked him what the hell happened with my sister?”
He shakes his head with a grimace. “I was going to try bringing it up today.”
