Page 39 of Ruthless Destruction

Gareth’s head motioned for me to get out of the room. “Enough of this. I need to keep the body cold. Come on.” When he saw me not moving—because how the fuck could I—he reached in and grabbed me, forcing me out with a hard yank.

I stumbled out, and he shut the door behind us, locking it once again.

Oh, my God. Oh, my fucking God. I needed to call the cops. I needed… I needed to get out of this house, but how? I didn’t have money. My mom sure as hell never got me my own credit card or any of that stuff. If I went to Erin’s house, I’d put her in danger.

Shit. What was I going to do? This was insane. Gareth was absolutely insane.

Gareth brought me into the kitchen of the pool house, though he didn’t release me. He backed me up against the countertop and pinned me there with his body, the green color in his eyes much more lively than they’d been five minutes ago. “You’re awfully quiet now,” he spoke, lifting a single brow at me. “I’m surprised you don’t have more to say.”

My gaze was unfocused, but at that, I had to look at him, had to focus on how close he stood to me, how his body leaned against mine, how I had nowhere to go. The way his body heat crept from him and filled me…

God, I really did hate him. I hated what he did, what he made me feel, and everything in between.

“What do you want me to say?” I asked quietly, sounding calmer than I felt.

“I don’t know. This is new territory for me, just like I assume it is for you.” His hands swept up to my face, cupping my cheeks and angling my head back. His lower half pressed harder against mine, and I could feel the first stirrings of an erection. “Do you want to know what I do with it? The blood.”

I already knew, because, if by some weird twist of fate I was in Gareth’s shoes, I’d do the same thing: “You paint with it.”

Gareth flashed me his pearly whites, a killer smile when he chose to let one out. Keyword: killer. “Smart girl,” he murmured, lowering his face to mine. He kissed me, his mouth taking hold of mine as his eyes closed.

At first, I didn’t kiss him back, and my eyes remained open, mostly because I was still freaking out and wondering what the hell I should do. But then I realized I’d never make it out of here if I didn’t play into his game, at least for now. I had to make it out of the pool house, grab my phone from my room, and call the police.

I had to report the body. The murder. I had to, otherwise what kind of person did that make me? Gareth said I was no better than him, but I was. There was no way I was as sick and twisted as him.

So I closed my eyes and started to kiss him back. It wasn’t as hard as it should’ve been, giving into him. Something about Gareth made it easy to tune out logic. I just saw a body? I just saw a big-ass bucket-o-blood? Didn’t matter; I had Gareth.

Yeah, let’s just say it was disturbingly easy.

I moaned into the kiss when he dug his hips against me. In those sweatpants, his cock was now rock hard and digging into my lower stomach, reminding me of how it had felt buried inside of me last night.

After the pain had settled, after I’d gotten over the fact that I couldn’t push him off me… I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t felt good. My new stepbrother, a fucking serial killer, had taken my virginity. There were so many things wrong with that sentence, I didn’t even know where to begin.

Gareth’s hands found their way up my sides beneath my shirt, and soon enough they were gripping my tits over my bra and pawing at them. He nipped at my lower lip the same moment those hands dipped under the bra. His hands were rougher than they should’ve been, my nipples instantly perking to hard, sensitive points.

“I thought you’d fight me,” Gareth whispered against my mouth, “but I’ll take this, too. See? I told you you were more like me than you thought.” His lips moved to my neck, kissing me hungrily in a spot that made me squirm against him.

He was right. Not about me being like him, but about fighting him. I couldn’t give in to him too easily; he’d think something was wrong. So, even though saying the words was a struggle, I managed to murmur, “Fuck you.”

“We’re getting there,” he whispered against my neck. One of his hands dropped from my chest, abandoning my tit in favor of something else. My thighs squeeze together, as if that would stop that hand from getting to its destination.

Spoiler alert: it didn’t.

That hand snaked beneath my leggings, curling against my body, zeroing in on my clit, making me moan in spite of myself. The very second he started rubbing my swollen, aching clit, I began to pant, unable to get a full lungful of air.

I turned my head to the side, grabbing his face and bringing his mouth to mine. This time, I was the one who kissed him, mostly to try to distract myself from how good his hand felt between my legs. His mouth was hard and firm, just like every other part of him. It commanded me, made me temporarily forget what I’d just seen, almost like magic.

The pressure built in my lower half, growing and growing until I felt like bursting. Gareth must’ve felt the way my body started to tense up, because he pulled his mouth off mine to whisper, “Not yet. I want you coming undone on my dick.”

Well, I wanted to distract him from how freaked out I was, right? This was definitely the way to do it. Let’s just pretend that I wasn’t into it. Let’s pretend I was doing this all for the show and I didn’t really want Gareth like that.

Gareth pulled his hand away from my apex, and before I knew what was happening, he’d yanked down my leggings to my thighs and lifted me up onto the counter, where he proceeded to fully take them off. My bare ass was on the cold countertop, and I had to shiver, even though every single part of me was on fire.

His green eyes locked with mine as he hurriedly worked to undo his pants and whip out his hard cock. I did my best to hold that stare, to not watch his hands work and see that cock as it emerged—but damn, it was difficult.

It was over quickly after that, and by that, I meant his body stepped toward mine, his cock raring to go. He grabbed my waist and pulled me forward on the counter, to the edge, and in the same movement, his cock filled me up.

I let out a short gasp. Being so suddenly full of his dick again… I really should hate it. But, the dead body aside, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. There was something about Gareth I hated, but there was also something that drew me in. It was like I wanted to tell him to fuck off and to fuck me at the same time.

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