Page 25 of Crave
I stopped mom’s recording too early. “Listen.” I said and pressed play once more.Then, when you’re full of my cum you can get dressed, get your daughter and go home. I’m sure her training will be done by then. It sounds like Angelica is quite the natural when it comes to giving head…
“That little fucking bitch.” He said slowly. “That stuck-up, prissy fucking bitch.”
“There’s a recording.” My voice was husky, fixed on my brother’s reaction.
Part of me knew this was wrong, that the addiction I felt for this was dangerous.
“Show me.” He said instantly, his eyes sparkling. “I want to see it.”
I looked at my cell. “It’s not much, just?—”
“Is it her?”
I slowly nodded.
“Then, I want to see our lying little bitch of a sister.”
Hate seethed in his voice. Out of all of us, he resented her the most, taking our mom’s attention drew his cruelty out into the open. It wasn’t just rivalry between them, it was a visceral hate, a rage that came from somewhere I didn’t know…and if I was honest, I didn’t want to know. I lifted the cell and pressed play knowing with a few blurred seconds of a recording his rage was about to get a whole lot worse.
You will be on your knees. Do you understand?
Yes.
Yes, what?
Yes, Sir.
Theo’s gaze was riveted.
Open.
That’s it. Jesus, that’s it. Deeper…just like you’ve been trained.
“Trained,” my brother’s voice was a husky whisper. He jerked his gaze to mine. “What does he mean by trained?”
I stilled, time to take a steep dive off a cliff. “It seems like mom and our sister were involved in the Order.”
“That stupid cult St. James wanted us to fight? What the fuck does a bunch of rich old fucks have to do with us?”
I looked back at my cell. “I have no idea. But I have a feeling we’re about to find out.”
“Is there more…” he licked his lips, finding my cell. “Maybe we’d understand if there was more footage.”
Jesus, he liked this. First Lincoln, now Theo…and me,don’t forget me.
The idea of our holier than thou sister being forced to her knees made me feel a hunger I’d never felt before. I was savage in the way I wanted to see that, to watch the fear and the pain in her eyes as she was forced to kneel. “No.” I whispered. “I don’t have anymore, but you know this means we have to confront her.”
His long strides made for the door. “Then let’s do it.”
He was so keen, so desperate. I lunged, grabbing his arm and earned a glare.
“Not yet,” I shook my head. “When we confront her it has to be in a way she can’t get away. We’ll force the truth from her one way or another, but we need everyone on board.”
“You mean Jude?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Jude.”
“What about Gabe?”
