Page 100 of Vicious Behaviors
Suddenly, this doesn’t feel like we’re just fucking anymore… it feels like more. And by the small tear that slides down the corner of her eye, she feels it too.
“You’re so beautiful, Izzie. So fucking beautiful,” I confess with each thrust, my eyes never leaving hers.
“So are you,” she whispers, another tear falling at her side.
“Why are you crying,bella?” I ask, kissing her tears away as I bury myself in her to the hilt.
“You know why,” she whispers again, not even trying to hide her tears from me. “It hurts too much.” My heart cracks open at the honesty in her voice.
This thing we started… it’s like we’re both sinking into quicksand. Neither of us should have these feelings for each other. We both know our inevitable end is on the horizon. Soon, what we have, everything we’ve shared, will feel like nothing more than a fever dream. Still, that end isn’t here yet.
“You’re not you, and I’m not me. Remember? The real world out there doesn’t matter in here.”
The reminder is all she needs to cling to the time we still have.
“Then kiss me. Make it so that we’ll never forget.”
And that’s all the incentive I need to make love to her while I still can.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” she asks, teasing my bottom lip with a strawberry.
“You, hopefully,” I reply, slapping her ass with one hand while she takes a big bite of the strawberry.
Izzie’s cheeks flush that perfect pink as she gulps the rest of the strawberry down, my cock reacting instantly with the way she licks her lips afterward.
We’ve spent the entire afternoon on this mattress, making love and feeding each other during the intervals. When I told Izzie I didn’t drink, she made me take a sip of champagne from her belly button, which quickly turned into more fucking. I’ve never had such peace in a day. Izzie’s not only perfect in my eyes, but she’s the only thing that makes the monster inside of me go quiet.
“I’m serious,” she says, giving my chest a playful slap, though her hand lingers over my heart. “What are you up to tomorrow?”
“Hmm… since tomorrow’s Sunday,” I start, “I’ll probably have to go to Mass in the morning and then lunch with my family. Though I’m open to changing my plans if a better offer comes along.”
“Can I go to Mass with you?” she asks, surprising me with the unexpected question.
“What, spending time with me finally made you find God? I’m flattered.”
It’s meant as a joke, but the thought of making Izzie come so hard she sees heaven’s gates creeps into my head.
“No, it’s not that,” she says, tracing the pad of her finger over my chest. “I just… would really like to go to Mass with you. After meeting Father Torres this morning, I don’t know… maybe it would be a nice thing for us to do together.”
I look deep into her eyes and see the lie staring back at me.
And just like that, something ugly twists in my gut, the voice coming fast and sharp.
‘There it is. The real reason she’s with us. She’s using us. She wants to get close to the family. End it. End it now.’
I force myself to remain calm even as the thought claws at me.
‘With her lying on our chest like this, it would be so easy to wrap our hand around her throat and—
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say flatly, easing her off me before I do something I’ll regret.
I head for the kitchen and twist the cap off a bottle of water, taking a long drink to cool the heat building under my skin. Izzie follows me into the kitchen, clutching a bedsheet around her like armor, confusion etched across her face.
“Wow,” she says, crestfallen. “That’s… not the reaction I thought you’d have.”
“What kind of reaction were you expecting?” I set the bottle on the counter a little harder than I meant to.
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Just… not that.”
