Page 29 of Mara
“Nope! You have yourself a good day—Ahhhh!”
It was just a rodent…no screaming needed.
I raised a brow at the imbecile speeding off out of the driveway and shook my head. The rat was still at my feet, waiting for a damn cookie or something.
“Yeah, okay, ya weasel. You’ll live another day.”
I sat on the couch and waited for Mara to finish with her shower. The rat was beside me and stared me down. I didn’t know what was running through its head, but keeping me from committing another murder was good enough reason in my book to keep it alive.
I didn’t need that headache.
Getting off the couch, I found the downstairs bathroom and washed this face paint off—no need to give Mara too much of a scare.
The shower was sobering, but I couldn’t stop the feelings swirling in my gut. Jinx had quickly become the biggest nuisance…but also the needed comfort I’d never ever felt.
My razor blade was lying on the soap dish, and I tried my best to look away from the tempting metal. Maybe my days in the asylum had created a monster instead of the savior I pretended to be.
Maybe I was no better than anyone there. I just hadn’t been caught in my moments of insanity.
It was useless to resist temptation. I couldn’t tell myself I was a good person while coveting feelings for my sister’s boyfriend. I couldn’t play the hero when the universe dubbed me the villain. All I could do was…succumb to who I truly was.
I picked up the razor and closed my eyes. I lowered the blade to my inner thigh…I never dared to cut my wrists. I just wanted some relief. The pain inside was more than the pain I felt from the outside. To release some of that pressure with a little blood was a simple solution.
The slice made me hiss. Setting down the razor savored the burn. It made me feel wet, and for some stupid, unknown reason, the masked man invaded my mind.
The images were flickering. The candy skull mask morphed into a more familiar image. Jinx. I replaced each part of the encounter in the woods with him. His hands were what held me in the woods. His hands bound me to the tree.
Jinx was invading my mind even when I was alone.
Is fingering myself in the parking lot, watching while you fuck my sister, not good enough?
A moan escaped my lips, and I knew that it was wrong. I couldn’t help it. Call it white knight syndrome or whatever you like. I just wanted to feel Jinx’s mouth on me again.
No words.
That was one of the best things about him. There was nothing but moans, pants, whimpers, and pure need surrounding him. When he spoke to me, his words were dirty and unmistakable, and I felt like the only one. Stupid of me, considering my sister was the other one, or the only one I knew about.
Even still, I couldn’t deny I wanted him.
“Fuck Jinx. What have you done to me?”
I let my hand trail down my stomach and whimpered when my fingers found my hot center.
This was wrong on so many levels.
“Oh my god, your tongue. Why does hell feel so much like heaven?”
I slipped another finger inside myself and leaned against the cool tile so I wouldn’t lose my balance. My fingers were smallerthan his, but my imagination had his moans in my ear. The way that man panted for you…it was otherworldly—a wet dream wrapped in a biker’s build.
“Ride me like you do that bike. God, fuck me, I am so stupid.”
I could insult myself until the end of time, but it didn’t stop my hand. I angled the shower head, the jets smashing into my clit just right.
“Oh fuck yes. Make me come. Please. I need this.”
The water was too hot paired with the inferno inside of me. I was sweating on top of the steam billowing around me. Everything was too much…and not enough.
Growling in frustration, I jerked my hand away.
