Page 8 of Mara
“I wanted to be the one to introduce you two,” she said with a confused look.”Have you met already?”
I looked at the mess on the stranger’s pants and then over to my sister.
Introduce us?
“She made a mess on me,” he said, slipping his finger into his mouth to suck off the remnants of me.
Gigi looked at his outfit and raised a brow, looking at the yogurt on the table.
“Oh geez. My sister was always clumsy. I am sorry, baby.”
“Don’t worry, Gianna, it was quite tasty.”
Realization clicked, and I felt my blood chill.
“Wait. You’reJenkins?” I said, feeling stupid and flustered all at once.
Gigi laughed and plopped down on the seat next to the blond-haired guy.
“He prefers Jinx, Mara. I told you that.”
Jinx was watching me, humor playing in his eyes, and I wanted to fucking murder him.
He walked slightly toward me, and I froze in place. I watched as he picked up my hand and kissed the top in a formal greeting. “Pleasure to meet you, Mara.”
The way he said my name had phantom versions of his moaning and groaning filtering throughout my brain. I swallowed.
“This is the boyfriend I have been telling you about. Isn’t he gorgeous?”
Gigi was beaming. Her face lit with happiness. She practically glowed. I plastered on a fake smile. I couldn’t tell her her boyfriend was a cheating dickhole…not yet.
“He’s something…”
“My two favorite people in one place. I love you guys so much. Now we can finally be all together!” Gigi smiled wider.
I swallowed as Gianna squashed me against her, wrapping her arms around me, and on the other side, Jinx was getting the same hug.
My sister was shorter than me, and I could see directly over her head, right into the eyes of my now biggest sin. He looked over to me, his eyes curious, as she held mine.
Oh fuck me…I face-fucked my sister’s boyfriend.
The color draining from Mara Camille Abara’s face was a fucking high that had my cock throbbing so hard I had to turn sideways to smash it into her sister’s side to calm myself down. Gianna scolded me in a whispered tone, every bit like the good vanilla fuck she was.
I finally saw the woman Gigi chirped about every fucking day I tolerated her. The woman had thick bands of black curls that wrapped around my fingers, and tan skin that was a combination of her heritage, revealing her French, African, and Arabic influences.
God, she was everything her sister said and so much more. I knew exactly who she was when she fell into my lap. I had seen this breakable snack on a crumpled photo in Gigi’s wallet.
It was taken when the girls were in college. Gianna was in a bikini that made her look like a nun, where her sister’s curves were only barely contained by a thin string and a band fighting to conceal her tits. Mara had the body that every predator would battle to the death to ogle. I defiled that body in the bathroom.
What a pathetic slut for my mouth.
Gianna had told me Mara was deaf, but had cochlear implants since she was a few years old. After spending time in the Abaras household, it became clear the reason she was ‘fixed’ was not out of love, but because they couldn’t handle having a daughter they couldn’t understand.
I feigned confusion whenever anyone used sign language around me, but after months of learning ASL, I knew perfectly well how to understand and communicate flawlessly.
The bitch I kept in my basement was the ASL interpreter Mara had used in college. It was a two-for-one special. Learn ASL while getting information about my Little Reaper. Mara, by definition, meant ‘death.’
Her last name meant ‘spirit.’
