Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) - J.L. Beck

Filthy A Step-Brother Romance #1

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Dedication To those girls with the dirty little minds, this one’s for you.

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Talon Reed was A Pig I knew an asshole when I met one. They carried themselves in a different way than others did. You could tell by the way they spoke and the things they talked about. That’s why the very first time I met Talon Reed I knew he was a male-chauvinist pig. The guy you secretly wanted to fuck but didn’t want to hear speak while doing so. I hated his

guts, and I was pretty sure he knew it. “Mia…” My name fell from his lips almost daily. I turned around in my chair and glared at him. He didn’t care for someone like me, and honestly I didn’t care for him either. Still he continued this charade of cat and mouse almost daily. “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath as I watched his lips pull up into a cocky smirk. You could say that I was one of the few women at Central Heights University that hadn’t slept with him, which was true. And that

—that was why I was so immune to his charms—but in reality it was all because he was just a prick. “I thought about you last night, and the night before, and…” I could feel his breath on my ear and smell his cologne like I was the person wearing it. I couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t smell heavenly, though. His scent was something that could be bottled up and sold for millions out in the world. “Usually when a person calls someone an asshole they want nothing to do with them,” I growled,

interrupting him and narrowing my eyes in anger. I refused to meet his stare, though. I was too weak for that. One look into those steel-blue-gray eyes and I would be done for, as most were. There was just something about the smolder that he gave you that made your heart do that little pitter-patter in your chest. “Don’t you want to hear about my dream?” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice, and I was sure there was still a lingering smirk on his face even though I had already turned

around to face the professor, as Talon should be doing himself. I straightened my posture and gripped the pen in my hand harder, imagining it as if it was Talon’s neck I was squeezing. “Don’t lie, beautiful,” he hissed. I could feel others in the room looking at us. The asshole was drawing attention, and I didn’t like it. “Why don’t you just go back to whatever it is you were thinking about before, and leave me the fuck

alone.” I couldn’t help but raise my voice a little bit just to prove my point. Everyone in the classroom was staring by now, their eyes gawking and making up rumors as we spoke. Talon’s smile stayed in place as if he had truly won whatever battle he thought was being fought between the two of us. “Mia? Talon? Is there something that you would like to tell the class?” Professor Hank asked, irritation clearly being heard in his voice. I wanted to tell him I felt the same irritation, but instead I faced forward in

my seat shaking my head no. My cheeks heated and sweat began to form on my palms. “Nah, I was just telling Mia how beautiful she was,” Talon spoke, and I kid you not every female in the room seemed to sigh. Dick. Asshole. Fucker. A list a mile long of swear words were on the verge of spilling from my mouth. The room settled down, and Professor Hank shifted his attention back to the chalkboard, his eyes shifting to where Talon and I sat every few minutes. I

wasn’t above asking to be moved, not in the least bit and if it came down to it I would. I jotted down notes for the rest of the hour, not paying attention to the growing heat against my neck or the fact that I could practically feel Talon’s eyes eating away at my skin. The man knew how to make a girl feel insecure, that was for sure. I had known Talon about a year, and all I ever heard about was the heartache and pleasure he caused. When my mom accepted a job at the local hospital after my father’s death

and I had been selected to attend college here, I knew that this was the place I needed to be. Being able to stay with my mom and attend school would only make the expense of college cheaper. I wasn’t afraid to be one of those kids that still lived at home, if it didn’t cost me money out of pocket. We were being dismissed from class, when a piece of paper landed on one of my books. I shot a death glare over my shoulder at Talon who had just stood from his seat and wrapped an arm around one of his

blonde girlfriends. Which one, I didn’t know. He had a different flavor everyday. Turning my attention back to the piece of crumbled up paper, I opened it smoothing out the edges so that I could read it.

Don’t lie about the way you feel, Mia. You might think I’m an asshole, but it doesn’t mean you don’t want to fuck my brains out any less.

-T I bit my lip in anger, even though I could feel wetness against my panties. I wanted him. I was a woman, and I liked sex, but even I didn’t feel that he was worthy enough for someone like me. I had to fight against everything he threw at me every single day to make sure I didn’t become just like one of the other hundred notches on his belt. Picking up my belongings, I waited till he was out of the room and

out of sight. I didn’t need him knowing the way he made me feel. It would just be used against me as a ploy to get me to take my panties off and offer up the goods sooner. After all, Talon wasn’t stupid, but he didn’t have me fooled. I was the last one of out of the classroom and as I headed toward my next class I realized I had spent far too much time hiding out. “Did you like my note?” I knew the second I heard his voice I was in trouble. My eyes stayed trained on his feet, which were covered with a pair of

black Nikes. He had on a pair of distressed fit jeans, and a gray Henley covered his chest and hid his impeccable muscles. His sharp jaw and the curve of his lips as he smiled at me, made my belly hurt. My eyes drifted up to his hair, which was a dark brown and Iwanted to run my fingers through it, tug on it. My mouth started to water, but at the same time, I felt like vomiting. He was good enough for someone like me. I didn’t need to be told that. Instead of responding to him after I ogled him I

shoved past him, lowering my shoulder into his chest. I wanted to prove to him I wanted to be left alone even if I secretly didn’t want to. “Oh you’re going to play hard to get, like you don’t want me as much as I want you. Hate adds fuel to the fire, baby…” His voice was sex on a stick. Still this wasn’t anything new. He would annoy me to death then hunt me down, and I would eventually turn him down again and again. I was good at that. He was good at trying, I would give him that.

“Different day, same bullshit,” I muttered as I headed toward my next class, my mind of course drifting back to the fact that Talon wasn’t someone I wanted to get involved with, but at the same time my body wished for his touch. I had to remind myself of how disgusting it was that he just had his arm over that girl but was now trying to hook up with me. “I mean it. We don’t have to like each other to screw, Mia.” Fuck! Talon’s hand on my shoulder forcing me to face him startled me to silent. I couldn’t form

words, so I simply stared at him. I wanted to say yes; God did I want to say yes, but I knew better. I knew that if I wasn’t invested now, I could be some day. I didn’t need him anymore than I needed a bullet in my head. “Talon…” His name even on my lips made me rub my thighs together. I needed to end this assault the asshole that he was playing every day. I couldn’t let someone like him consume me. “Lying makes it worse. I can see it in the way your cheeks heat every time I

speak to you.” His thumb reached out grazing over my skin, his eyes begging me to meet his. I couldn’t. Goosebumps flared across my body as a shudder worked its way up my back. Talon leaned into my face, his breath against my lips. We were so close that if I stepped forward just a small amount I would be kissing him. “The way your thighs rub together when I speak.” His other hand lifted to my pants, and I stepped back a hair, not allowing him to touch me there. That would be my undoing. All my walls

were on the verge of tumbling and crumbling to the ground. Everything about him— at least in the physical sense— made me want him more, but in my heart I knew what he was all about. Taking a deep breath and forcing my pulse to slow down, I finally managed to muster up words. “I’m not like the other thousand and one girls you’ve fucked.” I could feel his touch against my cheek that much more. My body begging me to give in, even for one fleeting moment. “I’m better.” I finished what I was going to say and

pulled from his touch, my body hating every single step I took away from him. The look of anger and anguish in his blue gray eyes made it worth it. One of his hands worked it ways through his hair, and when he turned his eyes on me again, the previous emotions were swept away, a mask covering them. I was sure Talon was a different person underneath it all. But getting to that person, being able to see who he was beneath it all and digging through the bullshit fronts he put up was the downfall.

No one wanted to know who you truly were when you didn’t give him or her the chance to. Talon Reed was suffering, and I had been through enough of that in my life already.

Mia Weston Was My Down Fall All I could think about as I allowed the busty blonde in front of me to suck my cock was that she didn’t feel nor look like Mia. That girl had woven her way under my skin, and for some reason the fact that she didn’t want me just made me want her more. I was damned.

“Can we fuck now?” The blonde’s sultry tone told me that she hadn’t really come all the way out to my house just to give me a blow job like her text said. That was okay though because I wasn’t feeling this, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood for sex right now. “No. We can’t fuck.” I rolled my eyes, pushing her shoulders back enough to weasel my way out from underneath her. I pulled my pants up and buttoned them while she fixed her shirt and skirt that had ridden up. I should’ve been toning down my player ways, but I

wasn’t really like that. I didn’t tone anything down for anyone. “That’s what I came here for.” She pouted, looking up at me. I wasn’t even sure what to say to her as I turned down sex with my usual for the first time ever. Instead I pointed toward the door, hoping that would give her the answer to all her questions. It did, but she still stomped her foot and pouted like a child who wasn’t getting her way. And people thought that I was the asshole for bringing girls home with me. If they

didn’t want to be here, then they wouldn’t be. “I’ve got shit to do, Mandy, and my dad needs my help tonight.” I partially lied. My dad and I had to meet for dinner tonight, but outside of that I didn’t have shit to do. I just wasn’t feeling it. Mandy smiled up at me, her hand landing against my chest as she gave me her best fuck-me-eyes. I understood what she was doing. No one liked being turned down, and it was even worse when it came from someone

like me. I picked up her hand removing it from my chest and pointed toward the door. “Out.” I ordered, the niceness in my voice disappearing in an instant. I could see the wheels in her head turning. It was then that my phone started ringing. I reached into the front pocket of my jeans and fetched my iPhone out, sliding my finger across the screen as soon as I saw my buddy Nick’s number.

“T-Man!” he bellowed into the phone. I laughed gruffly, watching Mandy leave the room. “Nick, what’s up?” I asked. Slipping my shirt over my head, I shucked my pants off so that I could get into the shower and make myself presentable before I had to meet up with my father for dinner. “What’s up? That’s all you have to fucking say after running from class earlier today? I should be the one asking that, man.” Nick was being a bit dramatic. Then again it wasn’t often that

I just up and left class, or better yet didn’t return to class. Sometimes there were more important things. Like Mia. “I had to catch up with someone. Don’t be so dramatic; you’re worst than a girl.” I laughed into the phone, heading to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. There the person I really was didn’t have to be hidden. The mask could come off, and the pain of my past could be exposed. It was like being able to rip a band-aide off without screaming out loud.

“Dude, you fucking ran. That’s cause for some bro’s before hoe’s shit. I mean, what the fuck were you doing?” He baited me. Nick was a great friend, but there was a lot of shit he didn’t know about me or my life. I kept myself hidden, because if I let people get too close, then they could hurt me. I refused to give anyone unworthy of that, the power to hurt me. I ran a hand through my dark hair and looked at my reflection. My eyes were heavy, and my body was taut with pent up energy. I guess that’s what I got for

refusing Mandy’s offer of sex. “Talon, are you still there? All I hear is radio silence.” I rolled me eyes. “I have to get ready to meet my dad for dinner,” I added, waiting impatiently for him to respond. “Whatever, just call me when you get done.” I could hear the aggravation in his voice. I wanted to say something to him, to react to him, but that would give way to my caring nature, and I didn’t do that. Instead, I pushed the thought and his

anger to the back of my mind, turning on the shower to let the steam of the hot water fill the room. I leaned into the mirror; did Mia see me for me. The thought scared the fuck out of me. If she wasn’t giving into my advances after months of me chasing her, then there was a real reason. Either that or she actually wasn’t attracted to me. I smirked to myself as I got in the shower. The chance of that was extremely unlikely. Everyone wanted a piece of Talon fuckin’ Reed. I was the God of pussy eating. I could make a girl

come with a wink. My job was to satisfy the female population of Central Heights. The hot water beat against my skin, washing away the smell of Mandy and the stress of the day. It didn’t matter how much I tried to think about someone else or something else. The second the soap hit my hands and I started to wash my body I was reaching for my cock, Mia being the first thing to come to mind. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned against the wall, pumping in and out of my hand, keeping my grip tight as a vice with

every stroke. “Fuck!!” I hissed out as my head leaned back against the tiles and my eyes drifted closed, a picture of Mia completely naked entering my mind. Her creamy white skin would be red from my assault against her body. The way her pink nipples would pucker as I blew against them softly. Her soft moans would resonate throughout the room and push me to go harder inside of her. I continued to pump myself, my grip growing harder with every slide of my palm over the skin.

“Oh, Talon…” I could practically hear her voice in my head as if she was really here. It was with her voice that my release came, cum sputtering out of me. I stroked myself through the pleasure until I went limp in my hand, then I picked myself up and finished my shower. There weren’t many girls that I had masturbated to in the shower now a days, but Mia, damn it all to fucking hell she had been one. The girl had a hate hard on for me. Nothing I did was good in her eyes, and of course I wanted to screw her about twenty times more all

because of that hate. I rinsed off, shut the water off, and got out of the shower grabbing the nearest towel. I dried off and picked up my phone. I had a missed call from my dad, and looking at the time I could tell that I was late for dinner. “Fuck a duck!” I growled, going to my closet and getting my clothes out. If anyone cared about being on time, it was my dad. He was going to throw a bitch fit. Great. I smirked. It was kind of worth it; after all, I got to spend more than five minutes in Mia’s presence

without her hating me, even if it was inside my own head.

Scared of Nothing I slipped into a dress and heels the second I made it to my mom’s house. I had to meet her at the Chop House in less than an hour, and I wasn’t ever good at being on time; that and it didn’t help that I couldn’t focus to save my life. Even when I wanted

nothing to do with Talon Reed, somehow he weaseled his way into my mind. I was seriously going to talk to Professor Hank about moving me, even if it let Talon know that he was finally starting to get to me. I grabbed my phone and purse off the marble island, my eyes sweeping to the microwave over the stove. I needed to get going. I was just out the door and walking down the stone path to my jeep when my phone started to ring. I huffed out a breath fishing it from the pocket of my dress, my mother’s name flashing

across the screen. What could she possibly want other than to tell me to hurry up? “Yes.” I made sure I sounded annoyed so that when she started to bitch about how long it was taking me then I could say if you didn’t call me I would already be there. What I got instead shocked me. “Have you left already? I’m just checking because I just got here, and I didn’t want to go in without you.” My mom was always soft spoken except for when she was pissed off. Right now,

I could tell there was something up. She never acted this happy or okay with me running late. “I’m in my jeep right now, headed toward you at sixty miles an hour,” I laughed, starting my jeep. “Good. I’ll see you soon.” I wondered why she had called altogether as I hung up the phone and headed toward the restaurant. I needed to get out more: go to a couple more parties or maybe join some type of sport. I needed more hobbies than reading every single night. College was meant to

be bigger and better than this. Going to parties means seeing Talon. My mind reminded myself of that, and immediately staying in my room and reading sounded about ten times better. Ten minutes had passed since I spoke to my mom, and as I pulled into the restaurant parking lot my belly filled with anxiety. Call it intuition or whatever you want, but something told me that I was going to be in for one hell of a surprise.

Putting one foot in front of the other, I grabbed my stuff and headed toward the entrance of the restaurant. The Chop House was a high-end eatery, a place my mom seemed to frequent a lot lately, now that I thought about it. It seemed a bit above her taste and pay grade being that she was nothing other than a RN at the Heights hospital. Yet, I didn’t question her or wherever she wanted to meet up. I should be thankful because most people’s parents didn’t take the time to meet up for dinner nowadays. It was as

if the second we said we were going to college they threw a big party and moved somewhere warm. I walked into Chop House and was taken back by the over-the-top décor. A chandelier hung from the ceiling in the entranceway and a small seating area was off to the right where a small bar was located. A young man stood before me at the hostess stand. I could tell he didn’t want to be here just by the plain look of disinterest on his face. I looked down to his nametag, my eyes roaming

over the name Leo. Why Leo, you seem to be more interested in watching paint dry than being here; I wanted to say but bit my tongue. “Lacy Weston Party,” I said instead. I clutched my wallet in my hand as he checked the list before him for my mother’s name. Without even a “this way please”, or “over there”, he walked off, causing me to hustle behind him to catch up. He walked the aisles between the tables like a pro, where I did nothing but manage an excuse me here and there. The place was packed to the brim for a

Tuesday night and all was okay, until I looked up from the marble floor and to my mother’s table. It was then my heart dropped into my stomach. “Fuck no,” I mumbled under my breath gripping my wallet that much harder in my hand. The man I loathed more than anything in the world was sitting right next to my mother, and another man was sitting at the same table with them. This had to be some sick fucking joke. Taking a deep breath and wiping the look of disgust from my face, I took my

seat next to the man I didn’t know. The entire time I could feel Talon’s eyes on me, and as I took my seat I looked up at him. He wore a look of shock that matched my own. Looks like neither of us knew what was going on. “Mother.” I narrowed me eyes at her, all but saying explain yourself now or else. She smiled at me like she did nothing wrong and then started to speak. "Mia, this is Jackson Reed and his son Talon. I met Jackson at a widow support group last year.” She had to be kidding me; this couldn’t be going where

I thought it was. “This isn’t happening,” Talon spoke out loud. I shifted my attention to him and then back to my mother. I knew there was a reason she had been coming home late and eating at such high-end places. Here I thought it had something to do with working late but no, she was secretly seeing someone, that someone being Talon’s father. I couldn’t do this right now. “We started dating months ago, and we decided that it was time for you both to meet as soon as things started to get

serious,” Jackson, Talon’s father said smiling at me, as if he wanted to say welcome to the family, the smile alone giving me the heebie-jeebies. Not because he was creepy looking. He was actually quite handsome, but because he was Talon’s father, and I hated Talon. “Don’t tell me you’re going to get married or some disturbing shit like that.” Talon sounded more pissed than I was, the mask he always worse slipping away to reveal an emotion I am sure no one had ever seen him show: fear. Wow, the man who showed no fear of being

scared of anything was now on the border of pissing his pants. “Talon, I know losing your mom was really hard for you but, you're an adult now and I think you're old enough that now it's my turn to find love again. I've been lonely since we lost your mom. I never thought I could love again, but Lacy has helped me heal. I know this is going to be an adjustment for both of you, but we've decided not to waste any time and plan on getting married." Jackson’s words caused my eyes to bulge out of my head and my hands to lift

up to chest. “I would’ve told you sooner, Mia, but I didn’t think you could handle it. I mean look at how…” I put my hands up to make her stop talking. She didn’t know shit. Only what she wanted to. That was the thing about her; all her choices were hers to make. It was those that it affected that should’ve mattered just as much. “I’m with Mia. This is fucked up.” Talon’s hands were going through his hair so fast I was sure he was going to start losing some.

As I knew I would, I shifted my anger to him. I couldn’t stand him. Not in class, not in the hallways, or around campus, but now I would be forced to endure a lifetime of stepsibling love with him? Fuck no. Fuck that. Fuck all these people. I pushed my chair back, causing a loud scraping to sound across the marble floor which rang throughout the restaurant. I couldn’t do this shit, not here, not anywhere for that fact. “Sit down, you’re being dramatic,” my mother whispered under

her breath as we were starting to draw attention. What she didn’t know was that I didn’t care, or maybe she did and it just didn’t matter to her. Who knew at this point? All I knew was that I was getting out of here. I stood from my chair the same time Talon did. I wanted to reach across the distance between us and take my anger out on the asshole. Instead, I directed my attention back to my mother. “Dramatic? Are you kidding me? I’m not the one that hid this for months. Also I refuse to be of any

relation to that fucker over there.” I pointed at Talon’s form, watching him out of the corner of my eye. He lifted his hand over his heart, anguish etching into his features. “Awe, I’m wounded. As if you’re something special yourself.” I could hear his disgust; at least it was mutual at this point and time. “This isn’t about you, Mia. You need to stop being selfish. For the first time ever I am truly happy.” Jackson nodded in agreement, and I all but threw my hands in the air.

“Fuck you. Fuck all of you,” I yelled turning on my heels and walking away from the table with a purpose like I never felt before. I hated Talon, and now I was going to have to live with him. He was going to be a permanent fixture in my life from here on out. Any feelings or thoughts I had about him before this moment needed to go away. There was only room for hate and anger for that asshole in my heart. My mother never got up from the table to follow me, to talk to me or see if I was going to be okay, and I

didn’t shed one single tear until I got to my car. Then I realized just how real my father’s death was. My mom was moving on, going about her life like my father never existed. “Don’t act like you hate it more than me.” Talon’s deep voice vibrated through my body just as I unlocked my car door. I wiped away any stray tears, not wanting him to know the emotions that had been moved inside of me. “I don’t hate it. I just hate you,” I said hoarsely, my eyes catching

on his as I slid into my Jeep closing the door and locking it behind me. Talon watched me for a moment longer, the concern in his eyes telling me he might care a little bit, but even I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe Talon fuckin’ Reed. He was a sex-wielding addict who had no room for love or a care in the world in his heart, but I didn’t want to admit it out loud or even to myself that I kind of still wanted him.

Looking In The Mirror Our parents got married less than two weeks later. The wedding and the look of hate Mia had for me with every passing glace was enough to cause knots to permanently form in my belly. I still wanted her. I still found myself drifting off into a daydream of her and I fucking on every surface of my house, but I knew it would never happen. Not

now. “Now Lacy and I are going to be in Cabo for three weeks, and we put her house up on the market. I don’t know if she had let Mia know but I wanted to let you know that she will be moving in with you while were gone. If she needs help I expect you to be there.” My father’s authoritative tone was all I heard, not the words but the way in which he said them. I shook my head, rubbing at the back of my neck to ease some of the tension out of it. “Is that really a good

idea? Mia and I don’t really see eye to eye.” It wasn’t a lie. We didn’t see eye to eye. I saw the need to fuck her, and she saw the need to hate my guts. Even I knew this was a shit-tastic idea. “Mia will have to get over this. Her father passed away a long time ago, just like your mother did. Just because we lose someone we love doesn’t mean that life stops. Love can still be found. She should be happy for her mother, not angry or blaming her for what she found: happiness.” I got what he was saying—I truly did— but still the

part of my heart that my mom would only ever hold ached for her. I missed her every single day. Losing her was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. My father moving on and marrying someone else was just another reminder that she was gone and had been for years. “I get that, Dad, I just thought I would give you a friendly warning, in case you come back and the house is destroyed and one of us is dead,” I joked, kind of. My father smiled at me,

and when he smiled it was a true one, the kind that met your eyes or some shit. You could tell when someone was truly happy when that happened. “Don’t kill her. I don’t need to be planning a funeral right after getting married.” He snickered. The wrinkles on his face had grown since the last time I had seen him. Being a doctor was stressful, the hours and the shit he had to deal with day in and day out. I never understood why he chose a career in medicine. I guess he just liked helping others.

“I’ll try my hardest,” I responded, getting a Gatorade from the fridge and heading downstairs to the gym. If Mia was going to be moving in, it was going to get ten times fucking harder to keep my hands to myself. It was like giving a drug addict their drug of choice but telling them not to use it. Mia was my drug of choice. I stayed downstairs for hours, running and working out. I could sense the moment she came into the house, her and I’m sure her million and one bags as most women had. My body lit up like a

Christmas fucking tree, fire covering every single inch of my flesh. I had to go to her, be near her. The attraction hadn’t always been this intense, not until our parents got married and I knew that I would be around her every single day. Unsupervised. There was nothing that could stop us from crossing that line. Then again, if we did that now there would be no going back; none at all. I came up the stairs slowly, a towel in hand as I wiped away the sweat that lingered against my abs and chest. I could hear her breathy intake as

she took notice of me. I lifted my eyes to meet hers, taking note of the lustful look that she covered up with disgust in a blink of her eyes. “Do you like what you see?” I let my cocky tone and my usual attitude do the talking. I couldn’t let her being here change who I was, not even a little bit. “Why don’t you take your asshole self out of my space.” I could feel the slap of her words as she spoke them, and the pain that seared me as they smacked off me did nothing but cause my grin to grow.

“This is my house.” I took a step toward her, which caused her to retreat one back. My ego boosted; I liked where this was going. “Therefore, why don’t you…” I took another step into her space, forcing her to retreat again. She was only a couple steps away from the counter and soon enough her back would run in to it. “Get out of my space.” I raised my lip in a snarl. Fear mixed with shock showed in her features just as she hit the counter like I had assumed she would. Her cheeks grew warm, and her

clenched fists at her sides were all kinds of adorable. She was a fierce looking thing, and fucking God, how I wanted to cross the space between us and press my lips against hers. That and wrap my hands through her hair and tug on those brown locks like I couldn’t ever let her go. Something changed in those dark eyes, and she spoke without any of the previous emotions she was feeling. “It’s no longer your space brother dearest. It’s our space now.” She winked at me, and I almost came right on the spot.

"Why don't you make yourself useful for once and help me carry my bags in. If I'm going to be forced to live in the same house as you, I want to get this move over as quickly as possible.” She was all business now, and I hated how she had been able to turn the tables on me so easily. I stood there for a long moment, much longer than I intended to. “Do I make you hot? Make you want me as much as I want you.” I crept around her, feeling her out to see what she would do next.

“Nothing has changed. I’m still going to try every day. It doesn’t matter that I’m your stepbrother.” I challenged her to say something to me. Something to try and change my mind, because I would take those words and add them to the fire that made me advance toward her every day. She had to know that nothing changed between us. I still wanted her, and she obviously still hated me. “You’re filthy. Disgusting.” She wrinkled her nose at me. All she was missing was the stomping foot part, and

she would have the whole act down. “Don’t act like you don’t want me. That you don’t think about me. I know I think about you every night as I’m stroking my six inch…” Her hands shot up over her ears. “You’re so fucking disturbed it’s not even funny.” Mia’s nose turned down at me as she dropped her hands down to her sides, and I could see she was now starting to think she was better than me. That wasn’t going to happen, at least not in my fucking house.

“Women would kill for what you have. Talon uckin’ Reed at your disposal and all those endless fucking sessions we could have.” I snickered, stretching my hands above my head to show off the rest of my body. I could see her eyes roaming over my muscles and slowly eyeing the waistband of my sweats. She might have thought I was a dirty, nasty, even filthy fucker, but she wasn’t any better. She fucking wanted me, even if she wasn’t going to admit it, and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to do

everything I could to make her give into those desires. I kept my eyes on her soft brown ones, watching and waiting for her to give me some type of sign to come forward and claim her. What I got was nothing of that assort. “Leave me the fuck alone, Talon, because if you don’t I’ll do whatever I can to make your life an ever living hell.” There was so much determination in that little body of hers, I almost wanted to take her up on that offer. Instead I let her walk away from me, the

warning hanging in the air between us. My eyes following the motion of her ass as it swayed away from me. Shit, and now I had to help her carry her shit in. Fuck my life.

My StepBrother Is An Asshole I knew he was an asshole, I just didn’t realize how big of one he was until I was forced to move in with him. My mother had sold the house without warning, taking everything and moving it out... that included me. Which is why I was stuck here dealing with Talon, day

in and day out. I was currently sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch with one of my acquaintances. I couldn’t consider Daisy a friend since she never hung out with me much and we didn’t really share any personal information with one another. “Word on the street is that Talon has a thing for you. Apparently you keep turning him down?” Daisy questioned for the first time like ever, her eyebrow raised and a hurtful look on her face like I withheld some type of secret from her. I took a bite out of my

apple ignoring her question. Every thing I had to deal with revolved around the prick. From my life at home, to college, he was always the center of attention. It was nauseating. “While…” Daisy cleared her throat. “Oh stop! You act like I actually have something going on with him. He’s an asshole, and better yet he’s my stepbrother. He’s filthy with a capital fucking F!” I may have raised my voice a bit as I spoke but I got my point across, or at least I hoped I had.

“Wow. So it’s true then?” she added, baiting me of course. I didn’t want to ask or give into the gossip Gods of Central Heights, but I didn’t have much of an option. If I was being talked about in the same sentence as Talon I wanted to know. “Just say it, because I’m not going to beg you for information, Daisy. I’m not like that. My life doesn’t revolve around the gossip at this school.” I was beyond annoyed by the time I finished my sentence. So much so that I was considering just getting up and

forgetting about whatever it was that was being said about me. “It’s just a rumor, and since your life doesn’t revolve around the gossip then I assume you don’t really care to know.” Daisy smacked her lips together in anger. I could see the steam flowing from her ears. She was just like the rest of the girls that drooled and chased after Talon and totally not worth my time. “Save it. I don’t need to know.” I got up from my chair, faster than needed, and I all but ran from the

cafeteria barely stopping to toss the food I hadn’t eaten in the trashcan. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going or who was in front of me, and I ended up running into the back of someone. I mumbled a sorry and started to walk away but was stopped as the person grabbed my arm and refused to let go. “Excuse me, but you…” I was whirled around to face the person I had hit. Words were lost as I realized Talon had plucked me up and twisted my body into his. He smiled down at me as if he had just won the jackpot.

“You’re excused, sis.” He was trying to woo me in front of all of his friends. I could see the gawks and whispers. They seemed to follow him wherever he went. I wanted nothing to do with that. “No you’re…” I growled, fed up with the way he was acting and handling me. Lifting my leg, I angled my knee upward and toward his balls. I could tell when they made impact because his mouth made an O shape, and he released me. I didn’t stick around to see the anger or swear words that would

come from his mouth. I just walked away, a new feeling cascading over me. I felt empowered even as I heard Talon’s friend Nick call me a bitch. I had better shit to do, like get to my next class, apply for jobs, hell anything was better than letting him make a mockery out of me in front of the entire student body. Instead I went to all my classes for the afternoon and watched the time on the clock slowly tick down. I had felt so great earlier after I showed everyone that Talon couldn’t sink his claws into me, but now as the time

ticked away and it grew closer to the end of the day in which I had to come back to our house, my nerves started to tingle and my belly seemed to be doing a flip flop. I was starting to regret my charade from earlier. Don’t be weak. Stand your ground. I forced the reminder in my head a couple of times, talking myself out of a full-blown anxiety attack. I hadn’t thought about Talon once today, not until it was time to leave. I walked out to my jeep slowly, scouring the parking area. Talon drove today, and I… God, I was

being paranoid. I ignored the nagging thoughts at the back of my mind and instead got in my car and headed toward Starbucks. I could kill a little time there before I had to go home and deal with his bullshit. I hit the drive thru, which is what it seemed like everyone else was doing at the time. I ordered a Caramel Macchiato, extra caramel and paid for it at the window. As soon as the caramel goodness touched my tongue I moaned. I lapped up the yumminess as I pulled into Central Height’s rich district. All the

houses were large, the driveways perfectly paved, and not even a single blade of grass was out of order. Everything was perfect and totally not for me. I sighed in relief as I noticed Talon’s Dodge Charger wasn’t in the driveway. Hopefully he wouldn’t come home tonight, and if he did then he would know better than to start something with me. I got out of the car, my eyes roaming over the house itself. It was a beautiful fortress, made for those with

money. A three car garage was attached to the home, the house was white, and had marble columns in the front. There was a stone path that led around the house, and a porch made for those that loved the great outdoors. I had thought about heading out to it the other night but stayed confined to my bedroom. I still wasn’t comfortable with the fact that I slept down the hall from playboy Talon. Who knew how many girls rolled around in his sheets? Was I jealous, no. No way. I continued to sip my drink as I got my key out and

unlocked the door heading into the house. My heart sank when I heard a female voice accompanied by Talon’s smooth, deep one. I wanted to stab someone— preferably him— but at this point anyone would do. I sneaked in around the corner and into the kitchen, making sure that I didn’t make any noise as I tip toed toward the stairs. “Mia, why don’t you come hangout in here with the rest of us.”

Talon’s voice was robust in such a large house. It bounced off the walls and right into my ears. Knots formed in my stomach as I peeked around corner and saw who us really was. Talon had a busty blonde sitting on his lap, his friend Nick was chilling in one of the recliners, and a guy I had never met before gave me handsome smile. “I have a lot of homework and I had such a stressful day today; you know with Mom and…” “Stop making excuses, Mia.” Talon’s voice was flat, his eyes

void of emotion as he interrupted me. I had never felt so embarrassed in my entire life. Who did he think he was? “Yeah, see I don’t think this is going to work,” I snarled, blowing him off completely. I could give him as much attitude as he gave me, and I could make him look just as weak too. “Go hide up in your bedroom. I’ll be there in a little bit to check up on you like the good brother I am.” I almost vomited on the floor with his brother reference, however there was a tiny wedge of excitement that

filled my veins when he said he would come check up on me. I climbed the steps up to my bedroom listening to their laughter fill the room. Who knew what it was they were talking about or doing. All I could think about was how fucked it was that I kind of wanted Talon, just a little bit.

Under My Skin and In My Head Have you ever tried to convince yourself that you don’t really need someone in your life? I had spent the last two hours doing that, listening to Nick go on and on about a party that I had missed because I was too busy sitting at home, listening to Mia down the hall talk to someone on the phone. The girl I brought here as a means to

make Mia jealous was doing nothing but aggravating me, and I was pretty sure that Matt had been checking Mia out when she came in. “I’m going to Donovan’s party next week. The one with the giant fire pit and booze up to your eye balls. You better be going man.” Nick cut his eyes to mine. He was one of the few guys I got a long with. It was hard to keep friends when you ended up sleeping with everyone’s girlfriends. I never said I was a good guy. “I’ll go, but Mia has to go

too. I have to keep an eye on her,” I lied, knowing all too well that getting her to go would be an epic pain in the ass. I knew the party life wasn’t her scene. Book reading and watching some show called The Shadow Hunters was. Nick seemed annoyed at the thought, and I’m sure it wasn’t directed toward Mia, but more so me because since she came around I had changed. “You said we would do something fun tonight.” Mandy’s nails ran down my back. Normally that would’ve turned me and had me harder

than a diamond... not this time though. All I could think about was the one fucking thing I couldn’t have. “Mia.” Matt said her name as if he was excited to see her, and for a second I wondered if I had said the thought out loud. I turned in my chair watching as Mia slowly walked into the room. Her eyes weren’t on me but on Matt. Fuck no. “I know you invited me down earlier, but I had homework to do.

But now, I’m done.” Her hair was up in a bun on top of her head, and she was wearing a pair of gray sweats with a tshirt that said My blog’s better than your blog. What the hell did that even mean? “That was a one time deal, sis.” I carried out the word sis, making sure she was aware of what she was. “This is my house too, so I think I’ll do whatever I want.” She dropped down onto the couch right next to Matt. I could see the pickup lines

forming in the small-brained idiot’s head. Jealousy. It was a real fucking bitch. Still, I smirked knowing I could give her a dose of her own medicine. Nick turned a movie on, and I turned down the lights. Mandy snuggled into my side, and as she did eyes seemed to embed into my skull. I knew she was watching, and I knew she had to be just as jealous as I was. “You promised to fuck me,” she pouted, her lips right next to my ear. I could feel her nipples poking

through her shirt, and normally being the gentlemen I am I would’ve taken her right here, right now. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Even if I wanted to be a prick to Mia, I couldn’t hurt her like that. Something about her made me want to do better, be better, even if the reasoning wasn’t all there. “I will, baby,” I whispered back to her, grabbing her hand and placing it in my lap to grip my cock. I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and my eyes shot to Mia’s. She wasn’t even paying attention to me.

Instead she was talking to Matt about some class they must have had together. Frustration hit me hard. The fact that I wanted Mia and couldn’t have her made it worse. I was a fucking mess, all over a little pussy. I didn’t think so. I covered Mandy and I with the blanket and waited for Mandy to do whatever she could to make me forget about Mia for a few minutes. My eyes focused on the screen as Mandy gripped my cock in a vice grip, her hand barely fitting around it. She slid up and down, each stroke

making me want to scream out. I placed my hand on top of hers urging her to go faster. I was sure Mia knew what was going, on at least right now. My eyes drifted closed for a moment and the image of Mia appeared in my mind. Fuck no. Mia wasn’t getting to be the reason why I came again. I pulled Mandy’s hand away, even though I was so close to getting my release. Rage burned through me. I was so angry that this girl had weaseled her way in under my skin. So angry that she had such an adverse effect on me.

“I would love to meet up for coffee or something,” I heard Matt ask her. I wasn’t sure why I acted on the emotions I was feeling or why I cared about what she did with Matt. She wasn’t mine, and I didn’t have girlfriends, but I still stepped in and said something. “Everyone out,” I ordered. I wasn’t sure where my head was today, but I needed space from everyone. I needed to talk to Mia without everyone being here. Eyes landed against me. Nick’s face all but said are you fucking

serious and Mia looked like she ate something sour. “I mean it; leave, get the fuck out.” Mandy and Nick groaned. Matt seemed to get what I was saying because they all hustled toward the door without another warning. Mia stood from the couch, her face a mask of anger and confusion. I understood what she was feeling. I just didn’t know how to explain my feelings to her. I was better at using my dick then using words. “That was fucking low and even for you,” I argued. I was ready to

bend her over the couch and spank her ass till it was cherry red after what she had just pulled. “Low?” Her eyebrows shot up, and she looked like she was ready to blow a gasket. I clenched my fists at my side waiting for her to finish. “Low is letting Mandy give you a fucking hand job under the blanket in the living room with everyone here. I am allowed to go out with whoever I want, whenever I want, and no one— not even Talon Fuckin’ Reed— can stop me from doing it.” One of her fingers poked me in the

chest, her touch melting away at the icy cold block around my heart. “I do what I have to, Mia. I never claimed to be anything other than an asshole. What I do with Mandy is my thing, she knows what she’s getting into. What you do is a whole different fucking thing,” I growled. Yes I was going all alpha on her, but only because I didn’t want her with anyone else when I couldn’t have her, even if that was selfish. “You’re nobody to me.” She raised her lip at me, her eyes

glancing down to my lips. She wanted to kiss me, even if she couldn’t admit it out loud. Her body wanted me, her pussy was begging for me to take her. “I am,” I countered back with just as much anger. “I’m selfish because I can’t let you be with anyone else when I can’t have you as my own,” I admitted without warning. I wanted to kick myself in the ass the second the words came out, but I didn’t take them back. I couldn’t, not after seeing the look of shock on her face. “Well, you’ll have to get

over that, because I’m doing whatever I want….” I wanted to reach down and take her lips against mine. To feel the contours of her body melt into me, and stroke the animal underneath the surface. “Whoever I want.” I felt all-consuming rage when those last words came out. I didn’t stop myself from doing what I had wanted to since the day I met her. I knew I couldn’t. It had to happen. I reached out placing my hands on the side of her head and pulled her into my body. I placed my lips against her soft ones, pressing with

every bit of anger into her. I wanted that kiss to be memorable, passionate, and enough for her to realize I owned her. I wrapped my hand into her hair,and nibbled at her lips. The taste of heaven mixed with chocolate filled my mouth. Her scent surrounded me, and as soon as she moaned into my mouth, I knew I needed to end the kiss now, otherwise she would be face down on the couch ass in the air in no time. For the first time ever I did the right thing and pulled away from her, walking out of the living room and up the stairs

leaving her there to think about what it was that just took place. I was pretty sure I made a mistake touching her. There was no way I would be able to end it now that I had finally tasted just how sweet she was.

He Made My Lips Hurt and My Chest Ache “Promise to take care of your Momma when I’m gone, sweetie.” My dad made me make a lot of promises to him. The doctors kept

saying there wasn’t a chance he would live through the winter, but he hung on claiming he wouldn’t go anywhere until the first flowers bloomed. I wanted to believe him, but I knew better. Even at the age of seventeen I knew so much more than I should. Losing my father was just one thing I would have to face. You lived, and you died. The only thing that mattered was what you did in time between all of that. “Promises are nothing when you’re gone, Daddy.” I pushed

the tears that threatened to full from my eyes away. Once he was gone, the coldness would sink into my bones and leave my body with a permanent chill. I looked up into his eyes, and I could see that tears had already started to fall. “Promises are all I have left, Mia.” His voice was weak, so very weak. It pained me to make him talk at all. “Then I will do whatever I can to keep those promises, Daddy. I will do everything I can to help Mom.” Tears started to drip from my eyes and

down onto where our hands were joined. “Good.” His smile was sweet and his eyes were lively… but only for a moment. I could see he had taken all his energy and put it in to those two very things. Trying his hardest to give me something to hold onto. There was nothing to hold on to when you were losing the first man you ever learned to love. “Mia.” Talon’s voice sounded in my ear as my body jerked back and forth as if I was being shaken. I

batted him away, blinking awake, only to realize there were big fat, wet tears on my cheeks. “I’m fine,” I lied, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand. It had been months since I last dreamt of my dad’s death. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked. I looked up at him from the bed. He was shirtless, of course, his abs, and lick-worthy physique on display as always. That and his low riding sleep pants did nothing to hide the start of the V muscle. I forced myself to

look away and noticed the grave concern that was etched into his features. I could feel his hand against my shoulder; it was gentle and warmed me where I felt I would be forever cold. I wanted to lean into his touch, but I remembered just who he was. “There’s nothing to talk about.” My tone was bitchier than I wanted to make it, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to talk about it. “I get it.” He took a step back, his hands raised in the air. I almost wanted to apologize. Almost.

“I just don’t want to talk about it. It’s the past, and I don’t even know why…” I trailed off. I was on the verge of tears. I needed sleep because there was no reason for me to be this emotional over something that happened years ago. “It’s because you miss him.” It seemed more like a confession than an answer. I didn’t really know anything about Talon’s mom. He never talked about it. Anything you ever heard was something that was sent down through the grapevine. By the time it got

to you, the story had been manipulated so many times, there was just no way any part of it was still true. “Missing him and having a dream about him that causes me pain are two very different things, and didn’t I say I didn’t want to talk about it?” I pulled the blanket up to my chest, covering my nightshirt, and the fact that I had nothing else on but a pair of undies. “You don’t have to hide from me, Mia. I’m not going take from you when I can have anyone I want. Believe me when I say there is a line a

mile long.” Cocky Talon was back in full force, smirk and assholier all in one. “I’m not hiding anything.” My cheeks grew red, giving way to my lie. How had this changed from my father to hiding from him? After the kiss we shared earlier, I wasn’t sure we should be in the same room like we were now. “You’re hiding a lot of things. The first being the way your dad’s death made you feel, and believe it or not I know a thing or two about death.” Talon made himself right at home

by plopping down into my big brown reading chair. The moonlight shined in through the bedroom window, casting a shadow around us. It was like we were in our own personal moon-lit bubble. “What do you know about death?” I questioned. I wasn’t sure why I was allowing him to stay in here, or why we were talking about this still. Maybe it was just because I was lonely and craving some human interaction. Talon’s long, slim fingers beat against the arm of the chair as if he was contemplating something.

“I’m not an open person, which you know. I don’t do love, and I don’t do copious amounts of sharing because life is what you make it. When you focus too much on the shitty stuff it ruins the good in your life.” He paused, his eyes staring right into mine. I could feel the connection between us growing. I dug my fingernails into the bed sheets forcing myself to stay seated on the bed. “Most people know that I lost my mom, but they don’t know what it did to me or how much it changed me.” He leaned his elbows on his knees

and placed his head in his hands. Anguish came off of him in waves. True emotions, not the fake, masked like ones I’d seen every day exploded from within him. “You don’t need to tell me anything, Talon,” I reassured him, knowing that sharing something so daunting couldn’t change things between us. I couldn’t let Talon into my heart without hurting myself. I needed to protect myself because there was no one to pick me up when shit went bad, and it always went bad.

Everything in life had an expiration date: milk, bread, life, and love. That’s why him telling me this changed nothing. Or at least it couldn’t. “I do need to tell you,” he urged on, his face was hidden in the shadows. I wanted to get up from the bed and wrap my arms around him but stopped myself. Don’t get attached. Don’t fall in love. Don’t give into his past. “Talon, I don’t want to know. I can’t know,” I confessed. I had

to because I was scared to let anything happen between us. I had to fight it because if I didn’t I would end up hurt. Heartache never sat well when you still had to be around them for years afterwards. He ran a hand through his dark hair before pulling his face from the shadows. In his eyes I could see a thunderstorm brewing, the start of lightning and thunder on the horizon. I knew he deserved to share this story with the girl that mattered more than I did, or more than I ever could.

“You should know though, because then you’ll get why I am the asshole I am. Why I use and abuse, and why I refuse to care.” I could feel fear in the words he spoke. I knew what I was about to do would sever everything that had already formed between us, but I couldn’t let this keep going on. “Get out, Talon. Leave this room and go on with your night. I don’t care to know why you hate everyone or why you want to use me. I just don’t,” I yelled, getting up from the bed and opening the bedroom door.

My stomach flipped and nausea rose in my throat. My eyes felt heavy and my chest ached as I watched shock cover his face. Then his eyes went flat and his jaw was clenched, and I could tell there was something he wanted to say to me but knew he wouldn’t. Talon didn’t give you chances. He eyed me up from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as he got up from the chair stopping right in front of me. “I know you want to fuck me, so why don’t you just give in already. I thought for sure sharing

something with you would get those silky panties to come right off of you.” He smiled but it was forced. “Never. It will never happen, Talon. Not in a million years.” My heart was beating out of my chest as I spoke the words. I could feel the heat of his body against my skin as he pushed into my chest, forcing my body against the wall. I was trapped with nowhere to go, his hard cock pushing against my thigh. “You feel that…that stiffness.” I couldn’t muster up even a

word because I wasn’t sure I could trust myself to say no to anything he asked. “I’m rock hard for you. Ready to claim your pussy, and you continue to shove me away.” “I don’t want you or your cock,” I said without warning. He glared at me, one of his fingers reaching out to run across my bottom lip. “Such a sweet girl to being saying such a naughty word. It’ll be more than an amazing to watch you suck me off one of these days.” His words

were turning me on, his voice like velvet as it rubbed across my throat and neck. I could smell him. I could feel him, and I’ll be damned I really fucking wanted him. “Go!” I ordered, forcing the words from my mouth. All I got was a smirk as he rubbed his chest across mine, causing my nipples to pucker. Wetness seeped into my panties. “You’re wet for me…” Talon spoke just as he pulled away from me, his body almost out the door. “I can tell even if you don’t want to confess it

yet. That’s okay though, we can play this cat and mouse game as long as you want, or at least until you’re begging for your release.” Then just like that he was gone down the hall, probably relieving himself all while I was still trying to get my heart back into my chest. Talon had the power to destroy me, and I had all but given him the power to do so. I was fucking screwed and not even in the good way.

Her Pussy Was Mine I avoided her like the plague, forcing myself to work out and hang out with Nick and Mandy more often. I escaped the house everyday before she woke, and I didn’t come home until I was sure she was asleep. There was no other way to handle the almost daily hard on I had. It was either that or fuck her into submission. I could

easily do it. A pair of handcuffs, a nice sturdy bed post. Yeah she would come harder than she ever had. “Fuck me harder.” Mandy bit at my neck as I slammed into her repeatedly. Mandy could handle the dirty side of me, the side of me that most couldn’t. Gritting my teeth, I focused all my attention on her pussy, the way it clenched around me. She was nothing like Mia; she was better, so much fucking better. “Mia,” I growled into her throat releasing my hot semen into her. I

could tell the moment she heard Mia’s name instead of hers because she pushed against my chest, forcing me to release the hold I had on her. “Mia? Do I look like your stepsister? Are you fucking kidding me, Talon?” Mandy flipped her hair at me and pulled her skirt down and shirt up, covering her huge tits. I wanted to feel bad, I truly did. I didn’t even respond because truthfully what could I say. Oh I just climaxed thinking about another girl while I was inside of you, sorry? No. I

just let the pieces fall wherever. Instead I offered her a shrug, fixed myself, and walked away. I wasn’t even five feet out of the secret closet that Mandy and I met up in when I heard Matt’s voice followed my Mia’s. “The party is tomorrow night, and I know Talon will be there but if you want to go with me I can always pick you up... at say seven?” I hid against the wall, praying they wouldn’t come around the corner. I waited for Mia to answer him. After how hard to get she played the other night, I was

going to be pissed if she took him up on his offer. Then again what did I have to offer except a nice hard fuck and a life time of heartache? It was for the best if she said yes. “That sounds great. I look forward to it,” she responded, and my heart plummeted to the floor. Life with Mia was like being on a constant rollercoaster. You never knew when you were up or down, or where the next turn would take you. You just yearned for the moments when your stomach would fill with butterflies as the unknown settled

upon you. She was right, I had no reason to share my past and my mother’s death with her, but I wanted too. I wanted it to be her, because I felt something for her like I never had anyone before. She knew it too, because when she told me she couldn’t handle hearing it she all but opened up the door to her heart. I had a set of keys to her heart, I just needed to find the right lock that they belonged to. I stood in that hallway for a long moment, and when I

heard footfalls coming around the corner I still stood there. Matt appeared, a flash of fear forming in his eyes. That’s right, prick, you should be afraid, very fucking afraid. Her pussy was mine. Her body mine. I would possess and own her one day soon enough, and one date with this fucker didn’t mean he was getting one fucking taste of her. “If I find out you touch her, smell her, or even try and kiss her, I will rip your fucking balls off and shove them down your throat.” I didn’t mince my

words. I had no reason to when it came to her. It was like I was another person when I thought of someone else being with her. Matt came to a halt a few feet from me, the words I had just spoken being the only thing that separated us. “I won’t do anything that Mia doesn’t want me to. I don’t get what your hard on is with her and I going out. I’m your friend, dude. I know she’s your sister and all, but I’m not some fucking rapist creep.” Matt didn’t seem afraid as

he spoke, and I couldn’t tell him that it wasn’t about her being my sister that made it bother me without giving away the fact that I was falling for her and I hadn’t even fucked her yet. “I know, dude, I’m just making sure. I got to watch her back, there’s a lot of assholes like me around here.” I smirked putting the attention onto something else. I couldn’t have him looking at me with questions that I refused to answer. “Good. I’ll take care of her.” He winked and slammed his hand

onto my shoulder. I nodded and watched him walk the rest of the way down the hall turning near the stairwell. Fucking-A. That’s exactly what I was afraid of. Of her finding someone better than me and realizing just how big of a fuck up I truly was. I had nothing to give her as the person I was, and maybe I just needed to give up and face the facts. Maybe I wasn’t Talon fuckin’ Reed anymore. Maybe I was just Talon Reed, and that’s the man Mia needed me to be. I didn’t know, and I

didn’t think I would ever know. Mia would never give me the chance to find out.

Stupid Is As Stupid Does I curled my hair and applied my dark red lipstick just as Matt got here, the beep of his car horn reminding me that I needed to get my ass moving. I pulled on my brown boots, tucking my blue jeans into them. I went simple because I knew it was going to be way too cold to wear a mini skirt like most of the girls would. I smiled like I

was happy as Matt came to the door and knocked. He placed a kiss against my cheek and told me how pretty I looked. I knew Matt was the safer choice, though. I knew choosing to go on a date with him would get Talon to leave me alone, it would force him to keep his distance, and it would give me the space I needed to not make a dumb choice. “Did I tell you what Talon said to me the other day?” Matt asked, backing out of the driveway. I had to hide the shock from my face, so I turned and looked out the window at the

passing scenery. “I don’t think so.” I smiled, or at least tried to. My stomach hurt like someone had kicked me in it. I knew seeing him or hearing his name would just cause my body to react in the worst way. Anxiety wasn’t something I really wanted to be dealing with tonight. “Well…” He laughed deeply. It was a happy laugh, and a smile pulled at his lips. He was handsome in an all-American boy looking way. He would make some girl around here really happy one day. “He all but told

me if I do anything to hurt you that he will rip my balls off and shove them down my throat,” he continued. “Wow, that’s ummm, violent?” I stumbled over my words, a bit taken back by the fact that Talon had cared enough to speak to Matt about our date. It was strangely nice and strangely odd. “I know, right. So if he asks anything, please tell him it went great and I didn’t hurt you because I really like where my balls are on my body right now.” Matt turned to me, his

eyes focusing on my lips for a moment before coming up to my eyes. I stared at him a bit in awe that someone so gentleman like could be friends with an asshole like Talon. Matt was the complete opposite of Talon. Matt was stocky and had curly brown hair. His teeth were straight, and his eyes were a watereddown blue in comparison to Talon’s. They couldn’t be anymore unalike. God. I needed to stop comparing them to one another and be thankful for the fact that Matt had asked me out tonight. At least I

wouldn’t be spending another night in my bedroom alone. I smiled. “I’ll be sure to tell him nothing happened. After all, he doesn’t need to worry about anything. You seem like a good guy.” Matt winked and said, “Yeah, a lot of people ask me how I can be friends with Talon and not be a complete dick.” I tilted my head at his comment. That was actually a question I should be asking. “Well how do you do it?” I

laughed, my hand rubbing down my pants. I was nervous and sweating. I had nothing to be worried about, but still I felt that distinct build of anxiety forming. “Talon took me in when I had no one. I was raised to treat women right. Just because I hang out with someone doesn’t mean that I have to pick up there shitty traits. Right?” Matt asked as he pulled us into the local McDonald’s. “Yeah I guess, but are we not a reflection of those we spend the most time with?” I didn’t know why I asked

the question. Maybe I wanted to stump him? Catch him in some sort of lie? Find a way to taint his perfection. “Sometimes, but I feel I’m better than Talon could ever be; no offense since he is your brother and all.” A shudder worked down my spine. “None taken,” I reassured him. The conversation seemed to end there. We headed through the drive thru so we could get to the party sooner. I was cool with going to a low-key place because I wasn’t one for the attention.

Matt ordered our food and paid for it, and then we headed out to the field party. The roads were shitty, mud and gravel covered as we pulled off the main highway and out toward Donovan’s house. “Can I tell you something?” Matt sighed, his grip on the steering wheel tight. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what his question was, but I nodded my head yes, swallowing past the ball that had formed in my throat. “I think Talon has a thing for you,

and I think that’s why he’s so against us trying to go out.” Tension released from him, and I got what was bothering him immediately. “Talon doesn’t have a chance in hell. Plus no, it’s just, no. Okay?” I shook my head, lying my way through the entire answer and secretly praying that he didn’t catch me doing so. “Good.” He reached over placing his hand on top of mine. I looked down at his hand, realizing that his touch didn’t set my body on fire or cause my heart rate to skyrocket. My attention lifted to

his as soon as he cleared his throat. “Is this okay, because if its not then I can…” “No. It’s fine.” I gripped his hand tightly before he could pull away from me. I needed someone’s touch right now, even if it wasn’t the man’s touch that I wanted most. The smile he gave me in response would’ve made any other girl’s dreams. I just didn’t have the heart to tell Matt yet that it wasn’t him and that it never would be. We held hands the entire way out to

the field. There were no words said after he asked me about Talon’s feelings toward me and mine toward him. I was under the impression that he was afraid to lose me to him, and he should be. I wasn’t going to tell Talon he had a chance. He would throw a party and do something far more reckless than he normally did. Matt watched me out of the corner of his eye as we pulled into the field. A house the size of a mansion set off in the distance. I didn’t know who this Donovan guy was, but by the looks of it

his parents had a lot of money. “You observed.

look

surprised.”

Matt

“I’ve just never heard of this guy. I had no idea that there were so many millionaire families in the Central Heights area,” I replied. The grass in the field was long, and the barn off to the right of where we parked seemed to already be housing quite a few people. A huge pile of branches and pallets were in the center of the field. I had never been to one of these things, but I was kind of excited.

“There aren’t really a lot of people that have money around here, it’s more so based off of who you know.” Matt seemed saddened when he spoke. I didn’t understand what the problem was, but I felt the need to apologize for hurting him if I really had. “I didn’t mean to say something or bring something up if…” “No. You didn’t do anything. It’s just hard when you’re less than cool in comparison to the others around here. That’s all. Money talks in a town like this.” Matt’s confession rung true.

Someone like Talon only hung with those that held the same status as him. Matt and I were the outsiders in all of this. “Come on. Let’s have some fun and forget about life for a few hours.” I smiled and it was a genuine one. I felt butterflies flutter around in my belly as we both got out of the car and headed toward the barn. Then my eyes landed on his and everything came crashing down on me. Talon was here, and even worse than that he was alone. There was a determination in his eyes that scared me

into place. Suddenly I just wanted to go back to the car.

Beauty and The Asshole I never claimed to be a nice guy; a guy that cared for anything other than a little fun. I wasn’t out to find love or share my dark secrets. No one wanted to know that shit. Not really at least. All I could feel as she got out of the car with him was the urge to reach out

and shake her. To ask her why I wasn’t good enough, even when I knew the answer all on my own. I just wanted her to say it out loud. To remind me with her own voice why I shouldn’t try, because the need to try was almost overpowering me. “Dude!” Matt greeted me with a fist bump, and I almost didn’t greet him the same way, my eyes only on Mia. She had her hair up in a high ponytail, small ringlets of curls formed at the end of her hair. I loved that she went casual with a gray sweatshirt, a pair of blue jeans, and

brown boots. She looked like she belonged here, in this environment. The sky behind her was an array of colors blending from orange to blue. I wanted to capture the moment with a camera but couldn’t so instead I stared at her. “Talon?” My name came from her mouth with a purr. My cock grew hard, and my body begged me to possess her as my own. “Ahhh, yes. What’s up?” I snapped out of my own mind. I had to stop thinking about it. About her and the fact that she was here with him and that it

wouldn’t be me holding her hand tonight or introducing her to all my friends. I would be standing here, drink in hand, doing nothing but watching. All because that’s the only thing I could do. “Nothing. We just got here. I was going to ask you where the drinks were,” Matt questioned, his eyes never leaving Mia’s body. My eyes shot down to where their hands were connected. Fucker. A deep-rooted jealously spread throughout my body like a wild fire. I wanted to punch the guy, to tell him she was mine. Again I held off

though. She wasn’t mine, and that was a hard fucking pill to swallow for a man like me. I pointed to the entrance to the barn. “Head right inside. There are coolers full of beer and wine coolers.” He muttered a thank you and headed off toward the barn leaving Mia with me for a second. “I’m surprised to see you alone tonight.” She kicked at the dirt, her eyes couldn’t even meet mine. Had I really pushed us apart so much so that she couldn’t even look me in the eyes?

“I don’t always have to have someone with me.” That was a lie because I almost always came with someone and left with a different girl. It’s just how I rolled...until Mia came barreling into my life. “While, that’s surprising… I mean have you seen yourself. I’m sure someone will be taking their panties off to get with you by the end of the night.” She finally looked up, her nose wrinkled as she spoke, and it was so cute that I almost didn’t hear what she said. “I don’t think…” I didn’t get to

finish my sentence because Matt decided right at that moment to come back, a wine cooler and beer in hand. He handed one to Mia opening it for her like the true gentleman he was. She took it with a smile and only seemed a tiny bit uncomfortable with both of us being so close to her. I needed to get away from her before I did something crazy. “I’m going to go over to the barn, get the music set up, and have a drink or two.” I rubbed at the muscles at the back of my neck. I had so much stress since Mia came along. Sex didn’t help.

Working out didn’t help. I was hoping a little liquid courage would. “Alright, we will see you around.” Matt grabbed Mia’s hand and guided her away from me, the rift between us growing more and more. I could tell she wanted to say something but the moment seemed to pass her by. Instead she gave into Matt and walked away, not even another passing glance over her shoulder. I’m such as pussy. That was the only thing I could

think. I headed back toward the barn where everyone else seemed to be gathering. Donovan and his groupies were all there. I had liked Donovan, hung out with him often, and even came to a few of his parties. But now that I had started spending more time with Mia, I was taking notice of all the assholes that were in my life. “Your sister is fucking hot.” Donovan was acting like he was congratulating me. I wanted to say as if I didn’t have eyes and couldn’t see that for myself. He placed a beer in my hand.

I couldn’t help but see the challenge in his eyes. I should’ve known bringing Mia here was a bad idea. I needed to shut this shit down. “She’s off limits, D. She’s pure, and I don’t want you fucking with her emotions.” I was a little bit more defensive than needed, but I wanted to get my point across to him. I took a swig from my beer letting him digest what I had just said. “Whoa. Hold up. Are you protective of her or something? You know I’m not going to actually hurt her. I would

obviously tell her all that I was about…” Donovan snickered to a couple of his buddies behind him. My fists clenched automatically. Was I going to bust the fuck out of his face and get myself removed from this party? It was starting to seem that way. “She’s better than that, D.” I pushed into his chest. I was bigger than him at least by a good two inches. I had about thirty pounds of muscle on him. I could knock his ass out. There was no saying what his friends would do though. Donovan snorted out in laughter, his

head tilting back as if I had told him a hilarious joke. I squeezed the bottle tightly in my hand. “I gotcha, man. I do. I won’t try shit.” He slapped me on the back as if we were best buds or something. I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. “You better because if something happens to her and it has anything to do with you, I’ll know where to come looking,” I scoffed, turning away, and not even giving him the chance to respond. I didn’t have time for bullshit people like him. One warning is all he

would get, and if he fucked with her— fucked with what was mine— then I would do whatever I needed to do to end him. “I was fucking with you.” Donovan tried to start as I walked a,ay. I heard what he said but knew it was a lie. I chugged the rest of my beer and threw the bottle over my shoulder. I don’t even know why I fucking came here. Mia. Her name always found its way into my thoughts, the image of her body and the way her hips swayed when she walked into my memory. She had

burrowed in under my skin, taking the pieces of who I was and replacing them with better ones. I wasn’t a good person, or even a decent man until she came along. Hell I was a ways off from being someone worth her time, but I could make the craving to claim her go away. I wasn’t in love with her, but I could be. I was scared of the emotions she brought out in me. I could hear her sweet laugh calling out to me as I headed out of the barn. My eyes locked on hers as soon as I came in to sight. She looked happy, her eyes

sparkled in the sunlight and I got why so many people wanted her, because I wanted her for the same reasons. She was a delicate being that had the power to bring me to my knees and to my knees she would. I was falling for her, and I wasn’t even sorry for doing so. Mia Weston owned me.

Drunk As A Skunk Music blasted through the speakers, the beat of it causing my hips to sway. I could feel his eyes on me. He was watching from a distance, lurking around the outside of the dance floor. I hadn’t seen anyone with him all night, and that kind of shocked me. I brought the bottle of beer to my lips, pulling from him as if it was a glass of water

and I had spent the whole day out in the sun. I was drunk, and with each passing second I was getting drunker. I wanted this though, the feeling of flying as I moved. I wanted to feel without thinking because I didn’t know what being carefree was. I hadn’t in years. “Slow it down, baby,” Matt whispered in my ear, and his breath blew at a few pieces of my hair, his scent encompassing me. He didn’t look or smell like Talon, but he was here and that’s all that mattered.

“I don’t know what they put in this shit to make it taste so good,” I giggled, slurring my words. Giggling? What the fuck was coming over me? Matt laughed, his chest rumbling against mine. “It’s alcohol. It has the power to do pretty much anything you want it to, and that includes making you forget all the bad shit in your life.” I nodded my head in agreement to his comment. “Then I shall continue to devour this deliciousness…” I petted the side of beer bottle, and Matt busted out

in laugher. I felt great, fan-fucking-tastic. That was until Talon came into view. He was alone, the glow of the fire casting a shadow across his face. It could’ve been the lighting or my own drunk mind playing tricks on me, but I thought I saw a look of complete despair. That single look made me want to drop everything I was doing and head over to him wrapping him in my arms. He needed love more than anyone I had ever known. Death either tore you apart or made you stronger. “You’re looking at him like

you feel sorry for him.” Matt pulled my face into his, forcing my attention away from Talon and back on him. “That’s because I do,” I slurred, staring at him flatly. I couldn’t tell what was right and wrong in the moment. Being with Matt, or going to Talon and telling him that everything would be okay. He just had to hang on. “Why?” His palm cupped my cheek bringing my lips close to his. I could smell the beer on his breath and feel the heat of his body against mine. My eyes darted up and my tongue

slipped out over my lip in anticipation. Did I want Matt to kiss me? “Because he’s lost, and he just needs someone to love him,” I whispered the words as if they were a secret that only I knew. Matt’s bottom lip pressed against mine. Breath left my lungs and my hands gripped his shoulders, my beer slipping from my hand as I clung to him. He wasn’t kissing me yet, but he wanted to. “You can’t save someone

who doesn’t want to be saved, Mia. You’re too good for that.” I blinked, my mind was clouded with fog, and the alcohol still running through my veins was causing confusion. Still I was pretty sure he all but told me I was better than Talon. Matt talked like he knew me, and even though I didn’t like Talon, he never claimed to know who I was or what I was about. “You’re acting like you know me,” I slurred, pushing away from him. My footsteps were unsteady as I took a few steps back, almost bumping

into another couple. I was probably making a bigger scene out of this than needed, but I didn’t care. Matt didn’t know me, and he didn’t know Talon. Not like he thought he did. “Mia…” Matt’s face contoured in fear, and his words were hushed as if he didn’t want to draw any more attention to us. My eyes swung from him and to the rest of the people that surrounded us. This wasn’t me. None of these people were even my friends. Matt didn’t even know me. The tears were on

the verge of coming, but there was no way I would be seen crying in front of these people. They didn’t deserve my tears. They didn’t know me, none of them did. “I can’t…” I croaked out. I turned on my heels, running through the crowd of bodies and past everyone else. I had to get away from it all. I couldn’t breathe, and now I was stuck here until Matt wanted to leave. I just wanted to go home. I didn’t want to do this anymore. Tears fell from my eyes as I stumbled over my feet heading out

toward the bluff. I just needed a couple minutes to myself. Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. My chest constricted with each breath, the tears continued to fall, reminding me of why I shouldn’t have been out here drinking at all. This was just a big massive cluster-fuck of regret. “You know that’s a good way to break a man’s heart,” the deep male voice sounded directly behind me. I turned around faster than expected, my

mind not catching up with my movements and causing me to slip. Reaching out I grabbed onto the rock and stopped myself from face planting. “You don’t know me, so don’t talk to me.” I wanted to scream the words but couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength. Instead, they came out in nothing but a soft whisper. The man’s face came into view, the fire in the distance showing just enough light for me to see who he was. “Donovan?” I was shocked. If this

was his party then why was he all the way out here. “Mia. It’s nice to finally meet the girl that everyone is accusing of slaying my man Talon Reed.” His laugh vibrated through me, his words shaking me to the core. I hadn’t even slept with the man, how could I slay him without even doing anything. “We haven’t slept together so I don’t…” My words seemed more slurred, my eyes starting to feel heavier than they had before.

Donovan crossed the space that separated us in a couple steps, his body stopping right in front of mine. “Then he wouldn’t mind if I sampled it first, right?” I could feel the nastiness in what he was asking, but my voice wouldn’t work. Something was wrong with me. I staggered against the rock that much more. I was clinging to it, begging for Donovan to leave me alone and just walk away. Everything seemed to slow down. My hands wouldn’t move, and my legs felt heavy. What was wrong with

me? “What’s the matter, Mia? Feeling a little helpless?” Donovan’s face flashed before my eyes, and then he was on me, his body pressing mine into the cold, hard rock beneath me. “Please…” I cried out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t.” He smiled and it was like I was staring into the eyes of the devil. “I promise I’ll make it worth it for you,” he sneered. I was screaming, begging, and pleading inside

my head for him to stop. He pulled my sweatshirt up over my head covering my eyes and leaving me completely in the dark. The chill of the night air covered my body as the contents in my stomach rose into my throat. “I knew you were an idiot, but I didn’t think you were this fucking dumb.” I could hear the crack of bone and my body started shaking. Who was here? Did he bring a friend with him? Why had I left Matt’s side? I should’ve just stayed. I never should’ve even come. Wet, cold tears

cascaded down my cheeks causing tremors to wrack through my body. I wanted it to stop. “Mia, baby.” The sweatshirt was pulled down, and a pair of familiar steel blue-colored eyes looked down at me. “Talon,” I croaked, right before I passed out.

Don’t Fuck With What Is Mine I wanted to kill him, but I figured a bat to the back of the head would be better than me spending the rest of my fucking life in prison. I could hear her pleads, and I had to force myself to walk up to him slowly, even when I wanted to run to her side. I could barely see them, but from what I could see, his body was above hers. If he had

done anything to her, I would… I cut the thought off, adjusting the hold I had on the bat. I lifted it above my head, ready to knock this fucker’s lights out. I could hear Mia crying, her sniffles and tears cutting me open straight down the middle. “I knew you were an idiot, but I didn’t think you were this fucking dumb,” I spat at him, bringing the bat down on the back of his head. As he fell away from Mia’s body I hit him again, this time in the ribs a distinct cracking sound filling the air. I wanted to draw

blood but knew that it was better if I didn’t. I wouldn’t be able to stop if I drew his blood. Mia Weston was mine, and no one fucked with what was mine. No. One. I dropped the bat to the ground right next to the piece of shit’s body and then I went to Mia’s aide. My body shook with rage and fear as I noticed her shirt had been pulled up and over her face. “Mia, baby,” my voice quivered.

I could tell she was cold from the goosebumps that covered her body. Without thought I pulled the shirt down off her face, trying to get her to warm up. Fresh tears trailed down her cheeks and relief flooded her eyes as she stared at me. I wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but I didn’t know if it would be. “Talon?” Her voice was so soft, so perfect as she spoke, and when I went to ask her if she was okay I realized she had passed out. “Fuck no!” I hissed out,

scooping her body up off the cold rock. She was so light, and my heart almost exploded from my chest as my mind continued to play the nightmare out right before my eyes. What if I hadn’t made it? Mia’s head lulled against my chest, and I cradled her against my body holding her as tightly as I could. If I hadn’t been such an asshole and so selfish, none of this would’ve happened. Regret ran deep inside of me, causing a gaping hole to form in my chest. This was my fucking fault.

“What happened?” I could hear their questions as I carried Mia through the crowd of people and past the fire. Matt came out of nowhere, his body causing mine to come to a halt. “Please tell me nothing happened to her. She got mad about something and walked away. I never should have let her leave when was drinking that much.” Panic laced his words, and his eyes were wild with fear. If he cared as much as he was acting like he did about her then why didn’t he go looking for her?

“Save it, Matt. You fucked up. When your buddy Donovan wakes up, let him know I have another baseball bat with his name on it. Nobody fucks with what is mine,” I growled, pushing past him. I didn’t have the desire to be here any longer. These people had served a purpose before Mia came along, but now they were nothing but a fucking headache and Donovan… he was fucking dead to me. He was nothing but the gum beneath my shoes. Walking out to my car, I refused to take my eyes off of her. The

movement of her chest with each breath she took, the softness, suppleness of her skin. Hers eyes moved beneath her eyelids making me wonder what it was that she was dreaming about? I prayed it wasn’t what she had just endured. “I promise I won’t let anything else happen to you. You’re mine, baby. Mine to protect. Mine to keep.” I placed a feather light kiss against her forehead right before we made it to my car. For being as worked up as I was, I was surprised at how gentle I was being toward Mia. I wanted

to smash skulls back there. “Talon…” she moaned in her sleep. I knew it shouldn’t make my dick hard, not after what had just taken place, but I couldn’t shut off the need or the way her voice sounded. She was pure heaven, and I wanted to taint the fuck out of her. “Shhh,” I whispered against her lips, opening the door and placing her gently against the leather seat. I shut the door soon after and stood outside of the car. I combed my hand through my hair a couple times

contemplating if it was worth it to go back there and teach Donovan the real lesson he deserved. “I didn’t mean for anything to happen to her, Talon. She was just watching you and everything kind of…” I cut Matt off, him following me out here was not a good idea when I was this unstable and pissed off about something that he could’ve helped from happening. “You helped do this, so you’re just as much at fault as Donovan is,” I growled pushing into his chest. He pushed back, anger in his eyes. He had

no fucking clue what I was capable of. I would end his life for hurting Mia. “She felt bad for you, that’s why she ran the fuck away. Don’t assume that you know anything about what happened, and don’t blame me and act like I would hurt her because I never would.” Matt was just as irritated as I was. His fists were clenched, and I think he actually thought he had a chance at kicking me ass. “I don’t think you understand the whole thing going on here, so I’m just going to tell you to head

back to the party and go on like you never met her.” I stared him straight in the eyes begging him to challenge me. “It’s your fault, Talon,” he said, his voice sounding deflated. He took a step back, putting space between us as if he knew it was needed. “Nothing is my fault.” My teeth ground together so hard I thought my jaw would crack. “You keep thinking that, Talon. You keep acting like nothing you do is wrong, and shit will catch up to

you.” Matt seemed to understand or maybe he just felt the anger coursing through me because he turned away from me after speaking and ran toward the bonfire. I lifted my fist without warning, slamming it into the hood of my car. The impact of the hit vibrated up my arm causing a shooting pain to form. Blood pounded in my ears, and the anger I was feeling was on the verge of flowing over and out of me. Something bad would happen if I didn’t leave right this second. Walking over to the driver’s

side of the car I got in, my eyes roaming over Mia’s sleepy form. She was more than I ever expected, and more than I deserved. All I knew now was that I had to do whatever I could to save her from myself. Maybe Matt was right. This was my fault, and I just failed to take responsibility for it. Maybe, just maybe this was my punishment for being the asshole I had been for years. Hell was God giving me something that I couldn’t have because I just wasn’t good enough. I would never

be good enough.

I Hate Myself for Hating You I could feel his body clad with my own, sheets beneath me, and a blanket pulled up over us. I should’ve been running from his bed, running from him in general, but there was no way I could. My body felt heavy, feeling coming back to my legs and hands slowly. I blinked my eyes open, even though they felt as if they had the weight

of the world lying on them. “You’re beautiful when you’re sleeping. A lot less mouthy as well,” Talon spoke into my hair breathing in my scent. Memories of what had happened came back to me at a snail’s pace. Donovan should be dead, and if he wasn’t yet then I was going to kill him. I turned into Talon’s body. His eyes were wide open and shined down on me brightly. They were little orb like stars. “I’m sorry,” was all I could say, my voice sounding like

someone had ran my throat through a grater? Talon’s large hand cupped my cheek. His skin was rough where mine was soft, and I couldn’t help but lean into his warm touch. It was so wrong of us to be doing this, but after everything that had happened comfort was the only thing that I needed right now. “Never be sorry for something that was not your fault.” His voice was pained, and he looked away from me and up over my head. The

muscles in his jaw ticked as seconds went by. I could see the raw rage and anger. It made me want to reach out and inside of him to remove it. “I know it wasn’t my fault, I just feel…” My words were cut off, Talon’s lips falling against mine shutting me up. I could feel nothing but his touch as he kissed me so gently; it was as if he was trying to remove the pain that I had suffered with each press of his lips against mine. “No. Stop. Don’t speak.” He pulled away from me, and I missed

his touch. I wanted more of him, so much more. “What did you do to him?” I had to ask because all I could remember was hearing the sound of bones crunching. Talon’s nostrils flared. “He’s still alive, so clearly not enough.” I felt the same anger. I felt the same pain. The fear that rushed through me when he pulled my shirt up over my head and everything went dark. The moment when I realized no one would notice where I went or what was happening to me.

I was certain that it all was over. I would be damaged goods, and for what reason, my association with Talon? “Please, for the love of fucking God, Mia, stay out of that beautiful mind of yours. I can see you replaying everything in your mind, and it makes me want to get in my car and go to that fucker’s house and beat the life out of him.” Talon held me to the present with his touch alone, overwhelming my senses. I might have said I hated him in the past, but that hate was starting to melt into like. Something I wasn’t sure how I

felt about. “What if I said I wanted that?” I bit my lip, my eyes lingering down to his lips. I could see him take a breath in before he responded. He knew the effect he had over me, but I had never seen the effect I had over him. He leaned into my face, his forehead against mine, our bodies entwined in a never-ending web that I didn’t want to separate. “Then I would get in my fucking car, drive out there, and do it.” I

could

feel

his

heartbeat pounding

through his shirt, and I was sure my own heartbeat matched the rhythm of his. “Please don’t.” I sighed. Talon had never been so soft or caring before, and I was all kinds of confused on what was going on inside that head of his. “Then I won’t. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” His confession rocked me. I was falling for him, even when I didn’t want to. Tonight had changed everything. He was opening up to me, not only that but he saved me.

He rescued me when I was certain there was no saving. “I want you, Talon.” I couldn’t believe I spoke the words. I almost placed my hands over my mouth trying to stop the word vomit from coming out. Then again you couldn’t stop the heart from speaking no matter how much you tried. The second he digested the words, his eyes flicked to mine the bluegray in them growing dark. I could feel his length against my leg. I should have been scare or at least wanting to roll

away from him, but I didn’t. None of those things came to mind. Instead, the need to devour him did. I wanted him like I needed my next breath. He made my stomach hurt, and my body quiver with need that I didn’t understand. “Don’t say that.” Talon’s voice was so deep, and I wanted to dive right into it and never come out. “Why? It’s the truth,” I whimpered, hurt that he couldn’t believe me. I wanted him. What did I have to do

to prove that to him? One of his hands gripped my hip, pulling me into his center. I could feel his hardness way more now. My mouth watered. I was ready for him if he would have me. “Do you feel that hardness?” With one thrust his hips I moaned into his neck. “That’s what you get when you tell me you want me. My cock’s been hard since the first day I met you

and you told me to fuck off.” He smirked, and I wiggled my body against him watching his willpower shrink. “I’m not naïve, and I’m not a virgin, Talon. I know what to expect. I’ve fucked before,” I whispered the words into his throat, nipping at his skin. He shuddered against me, his grip growing tighter. “You might not be a virgin or naïve, but you’ve never been fucked until I fuck you, Mia. Until I make you scream my name over and over again. Until I feel your pussy clench around my

cock. Until I leave your body red and worked over.” He bit my lip forcing me to stare into his eyes. “Until every single ounce of your body is given to me. That’s being fucked, better yet that’s being fucked by Talon fuckin’ Reed, baby.” I was so turned on I could feel wetness in my panties. “Then I want to be fucked by you. Actually fucked,” I begged. How I had gone from hating him to begging him for sex I didn’t know nor did I understand. I just wanted Talon and all

his glory. “You’re not ready, but when you are I’ll take you, and I’ll give you everything you want and desire.” He released his hold on my hip and pulled from my body, coldness immediately covering my body. “How would you even know?” I gripped his arm, stopping him from leaving. I couldn’t handle it if he left me. “After everything that happened tonight, you’re not ready.

You’ve been drinking, and I can’t think of taking you after seeing the way you were treated. All I can see when I close my eyes is your body on that rock and his above yours.” His fist clenched as he spoke. “I…” My lip trembled. I would not cry. I couldn’t. “It’s not you. I’ve wanted you for months. That hardness you felt was for you, baby, and when you finally get it everything after it will only be a comparison.” I wanted to smack the cocky right out of him.

“Then, just stay with me. Hold me. Okay?” I asked. I could see he was weighing the options. His decision was made as soon as he slid back in next to me wrapping both his arms around me. Talon wasn’t as unbreakable as I thought. He was still filthy though, and I couldn’t wait to get a taste of that cock.

Blue Balls and All I was seriously trying to kill myself a million times over. I couldn’t handle not touching her, but I needed to, at least for her sake. I refused to be that guy that fucked with her head after everything she had been through. For Mia, sex could wait and that was a big fucking adjustment for me.

I had a boner the whole night, and I did all I could to decompress it adjusting it every chance I got. Mia however did everything possible to keep it there. Every little movement, moan, or sigh from her made it go rock hard again. I needed twenty cold showers plus ice cubes. When I woke up this morning, I had to get out of the bedroom and beat off. I couldn’t handle another moment of her body against mine without her being underneath me and my cock inside her.

“Fuck yeah!” I said a little louder than I should have. I leaned my forehead against the tile while I fisted my cock in my hand. Each thrust pushing me that much closer to my release. Her pussy was soaking wet for me as I slipped a finger inside, just to feel for myself. Sliding in fast and coming out slow, I could feel her muscles clenching around me. God, she was so fucking tight. “Harder, Talon. You promised to fuck me. So give it to me. Fuck me!” she ordered me, her legs

spreading wider with each stroke of my finger. I could see she was on the verge of coming all over my hand, and I smiled knowing that her first release would be from my hand. “Roll over, I want that ass of yours in the air, and that sweet face in the mattress. I’m going to spank and fuck you so hard you won’t remember your own name,” I growled, flipping her over. She watched me over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine with more trust than I deserved. “Fuck yes! Fuck yes!

Ahhhhh.” I shot my release against the tile wall, my balls tightening, and my muscles pulling together. I had never come so hard in my life; I thought of all the other times that I had masturbated to Mia’s image that I had come hard. No nothing was as good as it just was. I finished my shower and got out, drying off, and slipping on some clothes. I was hoping that Mia wasn’t up yet, but the chance of that now was pretty slim. I had all but yelled during my release. If she didn’t hear me she was a really heavy sleeper.

I snuck from my bedroom and out into the hall. I wasn’t embarrassed, not even in the least bit. I slipped down the stairs and headed toward the kitchen. I was beyond thankful that my father had gone shopping before he and Mia’s mom left to go on their honeymoon. I would be able to make breakfast for both of us. I took in the kitchen: the white cabinets and dark marble counter with matching stainless steel appliances. I was lucky to have such a good father. The thought caused sadness to bloom

covering up all the good I had experienced with Mia in the last twelve hours. My mom. I fucking missed her. I wished she had made it through everything. I wish that God hadn’t taken her away from me when I needed her most. I lost a piece of the person I was when she passed away. Nothing could replace your mom, and you only got one. When they were gone, that was it. I would do almost anything to have her back. “Deep breaths,” I said the

words out loud instead of keeping them in my head. My mom would be proud of me right now. Doing the good that I was for Mia. Hell she would love Mia. It’s me she would hate. I opened the fridge and got out the eggs, milk, some fresh fruit, and veggies. I was going to make us omelets, or at least try too. I had never made a woman breakfast before, not even the girls that stayed over after fucking. Mia was better than them, and she deserved the world. I cracked the eggs into a

bowl and mixed in some milk. Then I turned the stove on and got the pan ready for the eggs. I poured the eggs into the hot skillet and let the egg cook a little bit before putting in the veggies. Folding the omelet over, I topped it with cheese, and repeated the process again. I grabbed a breakfast tray from the pantry and placed all the items on it. I smiled to myself as I headed up the stairs. I could hear water running as I entered her bedroom, the door creaking as I pushed through it. “Ahhh…” A soft moan

vibrated through my body. Was that? I placed the tray down on top of the dresser and walked without thought toward the bathroom door. I couldn’t help but be hard the moment I heard her breathy moan. I was on cloud nine as I pushed the door open a tiny bit, my eyes catching on her naked body in the shower. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time. “Talon. Fuck me!” That couldn’t be her dirty mouth saying my name as she fell apart? “Fuck!” she swore again,

and my eyes glided down between her legs where her hand was. I was about to cream the inside of my fucking sleep pants because this innocent as fuck beauty was all but screaming my name. I watched as she moved her fingers faster, her face was covered in a mask of pleasure, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She was so fucking beautiful, and I wanted to take her right here, right now. Nothing else mattered. “You have no idea how badly I want to sink to my knees right now and eat the fuck out of that pussy of

yours. I bet it’ll taste just as sweet as you look.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her body her plump tits that were begging to be touched, the curve of her hips, and her shapely legs. I wanted to dig my fingernails into those thighs and lap up every single scream that fell from those soft pink lips. My eyes lifted to Mia’s face, her eyes were wild a frenzied mess that I desperately wanted to jump into. I had never craved a woman so badly. There was a pink tint to her cheeks as she looked me over, her teeth still

sinking into her bottom lip. She looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and God how I wanted to be that hand. “Don’t stop on my behalf, baby…” I groaned out the words adjusting my cock in my pants. “I’ve never…” she spoke softly, her cheeks growing redder. I smirked at her, shucking off my pants. I would be more than welcome to help her. “I’m sure you have touched

yourself on more than one occasion,” I growled as I opened the glass shower door. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she saw my cock fully erected coming straight for her. I wanted to laugh in amusement at the sight of her face but didn’t. “I have. I just never have done it in front of anyone,” she said shyly. God, she was perfect. The most delectable thing I had ever been given in my life. I wanted to taint her so fucking badly. Dirty up that pure image she had. Once I got there with her she would

never picture fucking the same way again. “I’m about to rock your fucking world, Mia. Don’t be shy with me. Not when I can make you come with the flick of my tongue.” I dropped to my knees on the tile floor, looking up at her, waiting for those magical words to be spoken. “Please,” she purred. “Please what?” I gripped her thighs pulling them further apart so I could see her delicate pussy. With a

swipe of my finger between her lips, her legs were wobbling, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Mia,” I ordered, her name rolling off my tongue like I had spoken it a million times. I was going to savor these moments with her. “Please….” She sighed. “Fuck me.” I could feel her fighting against me as she tried to bring her legs together to get some type of relief. I swiped my finger over her clit again, and she moaned loudly her fingers gripping my hair.

“What was that, baby? I couldn’t hear you?” I teased her, wanting her to say it in one full sentence. The build up was the best, even if my cock was begging me to sink into her pink softness. I wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, but I knew she needed more than that. She gripped me by the back of the head, pulling my hair, and causing a sting of pain to go straight to my cock. I smiled, she was so getting her ass spanked tonight. “Fuck me, Talon Reed.

Fuck me now.” I could feel the need in her words and see the desires swirling in her eyes. I was going to make her mine, not only that but I was going to make her beg for every single stroke.

Holy Vaginal Clenches Talon’s tongue was merciless against my clit. I could feel every single suck and scrape against the sensitive muscle. My legs shook and my fingernails dug into his skin on his back. He slammed my back against the tile wall, lifting me up off the floor, and forcing my legs over his shoulders.

“Ahhh….” I cried out. I couldn’t even comprehend how he had brought me to climax so fast. A soft sigh fell from lips, my chest filled with breath, and my toes curled into my feet. I pressed my pussy further into his face, grinding myself on him. He sucked all my juices into his mouth, two of his fingers entering me quickly. I could feel their thickness immediately. “More. So much fucking more.” I was begging, panting for more. Never in my life had I been this vocal during foreplay.

“Does this pussy want, Talon?” He pulled away long enough to speak. I could feel his hot breath at my entrance, and his eyes were wild as if he had just caught his prey and was about to devour her. “Yes. Please…” I panted. I couldn’t help the desires or needs that overcame me. Nothing mattered more than reaching that finish line. I felt like a crazed animal, pushing harder against his hand, stretching as he inserted a third finger, my pussy clenching like vice around him.

“Come, Mia. Give me all those delicious juices of yours. I want them. I need them.” Talon’s dirty confession pushed me off the ledge, and as I was coming he continued to pump in and out of me at a ferocious pace. I could feel myself inching up the wall then coming back down on his hand. The force building something I had never experienced before. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I swore, coming again all over his hand. My muscles clenching like they never had before. A cold chill worked its way

through my body. I felt lighter than I ever had. Like I was floating, and there was nothing that could bring my body back down to Earth. “Taste, Mia. I’m going to dirty you the fuck up. Fill that mouth of yours with your own juices.” He pulled all three fingers from my pussy, causing me to whimper. I wanted so much more from him. Lifting his hand to my mouth, I opened so he could insert all three fingers, my own juices falling against my tongue. The taste of honey

mixed with sweat and salt overwhelmed me. I sucked staring deeply into his eyes. I could feel his cock pressing against my belly and knew that it was my turn to return the favor. I gripped him in my hand and he shook his head no, pulling away from me. I wanted to object, to beg, and tell him I would do whatever he wanted if only I could have a small taste of him, but I couldn’t. I was in a trance. His fingers swirling around in my mouth, forcing me to pay attention to the ecstasy that he had brought me to.

With a loud pop, he pulled his fingers from my mouth and shut the water off. Coldness settled over me as he told me, “Out. Go lay on the bed on your hands and knees.” My belly did a somersault as I ran from the bathroom, my body still covered with water droplets. I crawled up onto the mattress, slowly giving him a show as I was sure he was watching. I peered over my shoulder, seeing him in all his glory as he leaned against the doorway. His blue eyes were dark like thunderclouds,

and they were looking right at my parted legs. “It’s yours if you want it,” I spoke softly, a mischievous grin on my face. “Is it mine, Mia?” he questioned. I could see the danger in his eyes, and the fire between us was on the verge of sparking. Did I want to be that one match needed to blow everything up. Hell fucking yes I did. “Well find out after you fuck me.” I couldn’t help myself. If he

was as good everyone made him out to be then I was sure I would come begging for more soon. I could hear the floor creak as he stepped away from the doorway and toward me every single step, forcing my body to ready itself for him. I fucking wanted him more than anything. Talon’s cock had me salivating while my insides churned. The need to take him into my mouth was consuming me. I reached out to grab his cock, it was only a foot away. My fingers grazed the tip, and I felt my pussy

clench with need. “Nope. Not yet.” I heard the words just as I felt him come up behind me, pressing my upper back into the mattress, and pulling my ass higher up. “I’ve envisioned you this way over hundred times. I never thought it would happen, but I can tell you that I’ve got a lot of different things I want to do to this pure little ass of yours.” My body shook with need, his words were raw and dirty. Could I handle all that he was?

“I’ve never done anal, Talon,” I cried out as a hand landed hard against my ass. I squealed without warning, my body shaking harder as he rubbed over the spot he had just inflicted pain upon. “Shhh, baby. If I wanted to fuck your asshole I would do it the right way, and believe me you wouldn’t even know I was in your ass.” He gripped my ass cheek in his hand harshly before releasing it to land another smack against the skin. I could hear the slap in the air and the sting as his finger slid

across me. Still the pressure from each slap sent waves of pleasure over my body. My spine tingled, and my pussy begged for his cock. “I need more,” I cried out, earning me a smack on the other ass cheek. I could feel the heat from each slap radiating down my legs and up over my ass. I had never been spanked before, nor had I ever been this turned on. “You need what I give, what I offer.” His fingers glided down

my spine idly as he gripped my hair in a tight knot. “Please… Please…” I panted into the air, wanting him to just take from me. I would be glad to take anything he would give me at this point. “Beg,” he ordered, the sternness in his voice setting my body up in flames. “I…” The words were lost against my tongue as the sting of another smack covered my body in a wave. My belly flipped as tension filled my

muscles. I was holding my release in. “Beg me, Mia. Beg me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours. To claim it as my own. To dirty it up, to taint it.” He leaned into me. I could feel his cock at my entrance and his breath against my ear. “Let me make you filthy, Mia.” The growl in his voice and the need as he spoke had me coming undone. He pulled away not even a second later, his hand lifting into the air another smack raining down over me. I cried out, pleasure and pain mixing so much so that I had no idea which one controlled me.

“Beg. For. It,” Talon spoke between gritted teeth, just on the verge of breaking. I smiled into the mattress, my body humming as lightening shot through me. My pussy clenched, and my nail dug into the sheet as I tried to push back against him. I was riding out the waves, each one hitting me that much harder. The pressure inside of my chest was about to explode. “Talon!” I screamed his name, my legs shaking as the words left me. I was falling, helplessly into the darkness. My body clinging to every

single stroke that Talon offered me. I was fucked, literally. Talon fuckin’ Reed was just as good as he made himself out to be and the worst part... I wanted it again and again.

That Fucking Ass Her scent filled the air a musky, sweet smell covering my body. Was it even possible for her to be anymore beautiful? I didn’t even fucking know, all I saw was that plump ass of hers cherry red, and begging to be taken. The way she came, the droplets of her desire for me dripping down her leg. I was rock hard and more than ready for her.

“Take me, Talon,” she moaned into the mattress, and that was all I needed to push me in the right direction. I grabbed a condom from my wallet that I had placed on the nightstand last night, and opened it with my teeth slowly slipping it on. I caught her watching me out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she was mesmerized by it. That she wanted it inside of her. “Hang on, baby, I’m about to show you why the call me Talon fuckin’ Reed.” My words dripped with sin. I needed her right now.

“Oh God!” she screamed as I slammed into her, my cock pushing against the back of her wall. I breached her without warning but made sure she was damn ready. Her wetness coated my cock as I pulled out and slammed back in. “Your pussy was made for my cock.” I gripped her hair tightly in my hand, pulling her head back with each thrust inside of her. I could feel my balls tightening. Fuck no. I wasn’t going to come yet, but damn she was so tight, and warm, and perfect holding me like a

vice. She claimed my cock as soon as I slid in balls deep. The sound of our skin smacking against one another filled the room. Nothing else mattered to me but her pleasure. I quickly released her hair and flipped her over to face me. I wanted to see those beautiful eyes flutter close, and that mouth of her form a distinct O as I pounded in to her. “Talon.” Her voice was breathy, her eyes begging to meet mine. I pushed her arms up holding them above her head. I wanted to control her,

possess her in ways that I hadn’t even imagined until I got inside of her. I was a lost man until she came along, and I knew now that she was my compass. “This. Is. Mine,” I growled each word with a thrust. She nodded her head yes, as if she understood but just couldn’t speak. My eyes glided over her body, over her tits that bounced with every push of my body into hers. I wanted to lick a path over her smooth creamy white skin. I gripped her hands tighter in my hold, feeling the build in my balls.

“I’m coming…” she panted, her body warmed all over, a deep red covering her body in a flush. I watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted. Her legs vibrated as I slammed into them, my own release soon following. Warm spurts filled the condom. I had never in all my life experienced sex like this before. The things Mia allowed me to do without warning, without even an explanation. She was too trusting, to naïve for her own good. I had fucked her good, long

and hard strokes, and I wanted to do it again and again. Her pussy was mine, the taste of it still lingered on my tongue. There was no fucking way I would be able to let her go now. It was as if one taste would never be enough to me. She was a craving I would never get rid of, and addiction that could kill me if I let it. “It’s yours,” her voice was hoarse as I pulled out of her releasing the hold I had on her wrists. I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t want to pull away from her. I wanted to stay in bed

with her all day holding her body against mine and fucking her senseless. “What?” I shook my head, pulling myself from my own thoughts long enough to respond to her. She leaned up on her elbows watching me as I stood up from the bed. Her hair was a mess, but a sexy as hell mess one that showed she, had clearly just been fucked by me. Good thing it was just her and I here at the house. “My pussy, it’s yours.” She smirked at me, and I knew that I had done right by her. I couldn’t help myself

as I leaned down onto the bed and placed my lips against her soft ones. I gave her the kiss she deserved, the kiss that showed how much I had been dying before she had came along. Everyone else was merely a temporary fix before Mia came barreling into my life. “I know, it begged me to fuck it, so I took it to pound town.” I winked and smiled against her lips as I spoke. We stared at one another, a blanket of emotions covering each of us in a different way. I knew she was feeling things that she didn’t want to

acknowledge. I think we both were. “You made breakfast?” she asked, standing from the bed. My eyes were still on her the curve of her ass and the ruby red splotches against her skin. I did that, and I’ll be damned if my ego didn’t soar through the roof. I fucked Mia Weston just like she needed, and I would never be able to get enough. “Yes, and then I heard you so I decided to pay you a little visit.” I pulled the condom off, tying it in a knot at the end and throwing it in the nearby trashcan. When I turned around all I saw

was Mia standing on her tiptoes against the dresser reaching for a piece of fruit. My cock grew hard again almost instantly. She plucked a piece of watermelon off the plate and turned around sucking at one side of the fruit. Juice dribbled down her lips and onto her chin. I wanted to lick that fucking juice up. Even more than that I wanted to pick her up by the hips, slam her against the wall, and take her like the savage man I was. “I want to fuck you again,”

I admitted out loud. I was a blunt man. When I wanted something I took it. Mia was mine, therefore she was mine for the taking all the time. “Then fuck me, Talon.” She tilted her head at me sucking the rest of the fruit into her mouth. Her fingers lifted to her mouth as her tongue darted out, licking up the juices. She was making me weak in the knees with all that mouth action. She had upped her game, and she wasn’t even scared of the things that I could do. Would do. I wanted her in a much different way than

I had anyone else. “I want you against the wall. On the bathroom counter. In the kitchen with your pussy on top of the cold marble.” I promised those things to her, because they would one hundred percent happen. Every part of this house would be christened with our juices. “Then take me to all of them. Show me just how much you want this.” She crossed the space between us, even with the lingering danger in the air. She had to know I would take her feeble body and possess it. I had no boundary I

wouldn’t cross. She might be my stepsister but I wanted her body, and maybe even her heart more than I wanted anything else. “Keep looking at me like that, and I won’t let you get any rest between the next session and now,” I growled reaching around her to grab my own piece of fruit. I had quite the imagination, and I was going to use it on every single inch of her body. “I don’t need a break, I just need you.” Again her words sent me off into the deep end. She was going to kill

me, one single stroke at a time.

Talon Was No Saint My body ached in the best and worst ways. I had never been so sore down below, nor had I ever fucked someone five times in one day. I felt like I had been beaten and battered and sitting in this chair in the library was not making it any better either. “Why are you shifting in your chair every five seconds,” Mallory my lab partner had asked that same

question at least five times since we walked into the library. She had that smart, naïve look going on so I knew telling her I had spent the entire weekend fucking my stepbrother probably wouldn’t settle well with her. “I’m just uncomfortable okay?” It came out a little bitchy, but what was I supposed to do when I couldn’t explain myself. “Mmm. I’m sure.” She pursed her lips, her eyes going alljudgmental on me. I gripped my pen in my hand. I needed something to stop me

from stabbing her in the face with it. “I told you what would happen if you fucked with her. I even warned you.” I heard Talon’s voice across the room, and my eyes lifted, my body calling to him. I could tell he was pissed, fuming with rage as he spoke. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t be mad at me because she didn’t say no. If she had said no then I would’ve stopped.” Donovan’s voice rained down on my body like acid. “What are you doing? Were

supposed to be gathering research, Mia, not checking out guys.” Mallory adjusted her glasses against the bridge of her nose. I kid you not this woman was on my last nerve. “I think there might be a fight going on.” I stood from the chair, relief flooding my lower body. Mallory looked at me like I was dumb, as if I had something better to be doing right now. “A fight?” She rolled her eyes. “She couldn’t say no,

because you…” Talon poked him in the chest, “drugged her drink. I’m not stupid, asshole. Even I know when a woman is incapable of having sex, and I’m a huge fucking douche bag most days.” Donovan smirked at Talon, and it was then that I knew heads were going to roll. I thought we were past this. Yeah I wanted to bury the asshole under six feet of dirt, but I didn’t want Talon to get himself in trouble over some guy like this. “You think it’s funny, do ya?” Talon shoved into his chest. They

were now nose to nose, toe to toe. I crossed the walkway in ten seconds or less, coming up behind Talon and grabbing his hand, which was in a tightly closed fist. “He isn’t even worth it. We both know that, so don’t waste your time on him. You don’t need to be getting kicked out of school.” I tried to be the light at the end of the tunnel. I truthfully did, but I knew if Donovan had started this argument Talon would be the one to finish it. “Go on.” Donovan pushed

back against Talon. “Listen to her,” he sneered at me, and his friends laughed along as if he had said something funny. “We all know you’re a fucking prick and that I wouldn’t have slept with you even if I was sober, so shut the fuck up!” I jumped in without thought, defending Talon. It was as if my body knew just what to say and do to protect him. “You’re lucky she is here.” Talon’s eyes were so dark, the muscles in his body tense. My eyes lingered on his tight blue shirt and his low riding

blue jeans. My mouth was watering as I thought about all the ways he had taken me this past weekend. He kept his promise of taking me and christening all the different rooms in the house as our own, and now I wanted to fuck him again. I most definitely wasn’t ready for any of that right now. “Or what, pretty boy?” Donovan taunted. I was done playing nice. I couldn’t handle the tension in the air. It was consuming, suffocating. “Or I will file charges against you. I have witnesses, Donovan.

I’m not afraid of you or any of your stupid friends. Let it be, leave Talon and me alone, or I will do it. So help me God,” I threatened. Talon’s fist loosened and slowly it turned into him holding my hand. Fear mixed with anger covered Donovan’s face. His mouth opened and then closed as if he wanted to say something. I stood still all but tapping my foot against the ground waiting for him to walk the hell away. “I’m out of here.” Donovan’s words were rushed as he

scurried from the library, his cronies following right behind him. I could see Talon watching me out of the corner of his eye. He had a couple of friends with him I hadn’t met yet, but he didn’t seem to care about them now that I was here. He waved them on without a comment, his eyes still locked on mine. “What are you doing here?” his words were velvety soft. This was the side of Talon no one else got to see. He held my hand and rubbed his thumb across my cheek. I wanted to grab him and take him into the nearest open

study room. “I’m with my lab partner Mallory. We heard you all the way from over there.” I pointed over his shoulder. There had been a lot of people that got up from there seats to look over here and see what was going on. “Do you have maybe five minutes?” He was giving me a lustful look, one that mirrored my own. “I have ten if you really need it.” I winked, gripping his hand tightly in my own. I pulled him toward

the study rooms, hoping and praying that there was one open. The little rooms were soundproof and used for studying purposes only. Except today: today they would be used for fucking purposes. “I think…” Talon went to speak just as I tried one of the handles. The handle jiggled as if it was locked so I went to the next. I crossed my toes when I turned and gripped it and it opened. “Huh?” I asked remembering he had said something.

“Nothing, baby, nothing at all,” he whispered against my lips as he closed the door. Darkness surrounded us, still I felt safe in secure in Talon’s arms. “I want you,” I purred, breathing in his scent. His touch against my skin did crazy things to my mind. “I know, I can hear it in your heart beat. Feel it your words and the way you react to my touch. You bend into me. When I move, you move. Magnets of emotion and love.” I had never heard him say the word love, and

it shocked me. I was an ice block for a moment. “I…” I couldn’t get the words out fast enough. Talon was on me like a lion on his prey. His lips crashed into mine devouring me like he hadn’t been able to kiss me for days. I could feel his hands against my skin, skimming over every piece of flesh. My nipples pebbled as soon as he pulled the front of my dress down, the cold air of the room whipping against my skin. “I want to fuck you. I truly do, Mia,” he spoke as his lips descended

over my neck and down my chest taking one of my nipples into his mouth. “But we can’t. Not because I don’t want to, but because I know for a fact you’re still sore.” His hand ran between my legs and even though I wanted him a whimper left my lips. “See.” I could feel him smile against my breast. “I need something though, so do you. I can tell.” I was irritated. If he had let me lead us to this room and he didn’t intend on giving me my release I was going to be a little bit more than pissed.

“Calm down, dirty girl,” Talon exclaimed, pushing me back against a table. The air seemed to leave my lungs for a second. Neither of us could see, but who needed to see when you didn’t plan on speaking with your lips. No, we planned on speaking with our bodies. Talon lifted the bottom of dress, pushing my flimsy thong to the side. “You’re practically wearing no fucking undies.” I could hear the anger in his voice, and it turned me on more.

“Yeah, in case something like this happened,” I teased. I could feel his palm against my pussy. I was more than wet for him. “You dirty fucking girl,” he hissed out right before he placed a kiss on the inside of each thigh. Anticipation filled my belly, almost boiling over. Ahh. The things that Talon fuckin’ Reed could do with his tongue, fingers, and cock. I was fucking dead the second I came at his will. Under his control and spell. He started slow, a small

lick, which turned into full bottom to top licks, his tongue paying extra attention to my entrance. “God,” I prayed out loud. I wanted to scream and I very well could, but I did not; at least not yet. One of his hands scaled up my body, finding my breast. He tweaked my nipple between two fingers, a mixture of pleasure and pain forming deep in my belly. “You’re mine.” I heard the words, they were faint but they were there. They consumed me adding to the undying pleasure I was already feeling.

He growled against my pussy, the vibrations pulsing deep inside of me. My insides curled, my belly flipped, and my heart rate sped up. Each breath I took seemed to add to the pleasure I was feeling. Talon’s tongue flicked against my clit. Again. Again. Again. “Fuck yes.” The words left my lips in a hoarse scream. The flick was deliberately made to tease me, getting me closer to the cliff but further away at the same time. I wanted to hate him but couldn’t. There wasn’t anything

in me to feel that way anymore. “Give it up, Mia,” he growled again, the pulsing in my pussy growing stronger. The building in my abdomen going higher. I was so close to coming. “I. Can’t,” I cried out holding back my release. It was then that Talon went harder. His licks and flicks becoming merciless. His hands gripped my flesh, and the hold he had on my breast drove me over the edge. I came so hard, almost

harder than I ever had come, not counting the other five times Talon brought me to ecstasy. He stood from between my legs, fixing my dress, and adjusting my top portion. I stood from the table once all was right, and we headed out the door like nothing even happened. I caught out of the corner of my eye a deep-rooted look. In his eyes I saw hunger and fear. They were mixed so well together that I wasn’t sure if I was actually seeing two emotions or not. I was shaking with every step I took, my

body still on a high from the pleasure Talon had given me. “Are you okay?” my voice was weak. I could barely get the words out. “Uh yeah,” his voice was faint as he placed a kiss upon my forehead. I wanted to ask him again, make him tell me what the problem was, but knew I shouldn’t. There was no rushing a man like Talon to speak. “Um okay. I have to go to class. I’ll see you tonight?” I asked,

pulling away from him.

Coldness

consumed my body. I craved his touch, like a plant craved light to grow. I didn’t know if he felt the same way, and that was starting to scare me. “I’ll see you later, baby.” He smirked at me covering up the lingering look I saw in his eyes before.

What Is Love Love. One word. A million emotions. Did I love Mia Weston? I couldn’t answer the question without my heart pounding out of my chest. I knew I wanted her more than just a fuck buddy or a once in a time lay. I knew I liked listening to her laugh and watching her do her homework every night, but was that love? When you enjoyed someone else’s company?

I thought about it all afternoon and throughout my classes. I could feel butter-fucking-flies in my belly when I saw her during lunch, and I knew I was ready to take this to a whole new level; a level that not even I understood. I was not boyfriend material by any means. I didn’t do flowers and chocolates. I didn’t do dances and I most definitely didn’t do any of those mushy holidays. That was until she came along; she had me changing all the rules now. I walked into the house we

shared together. Our parents would be coming home tomorrow, and I knew a decision needed to be made. Otherwise we would have to pretend like nothing ever happened and there was no fucking way I could handle that. I needed to find a way to do this, to show her that things had changed. Dinner? I threw my pack back over in the corner of the foyer and headed toward the kitchen. I scoured the fridge from top to bottom and then the pantry, still drawing a blank on what to make.

Pulling out my phone, I called Nick and he answered on the first ring. “What do you need, man?” “Thank God you answered. If you were doing dinner for a girl, what the hell would you make?” I was outside my element and maybe a little bit scared. Nick cleared his throat and asked, “What did you just say? I mean I heard what you said, but are you sick or something?” I knew Nick would question me, I was just past caring about that part of it.

“I’m making Mia dinner, and I have no idea what to make could you; at least give me an idea?” I was so aggravated, not only that but Nick was wasting my time each tick of the clock pushing Mia closer to coming home. “I don’t know, dude. Pinterest. My sister is always talking about it,” Nick groaned into the phone. A light bulb went off in my head. I would check that fucking website. I had heard of it before. “Thanks, asshole,” I said, hanging up the phone. I went straight to

the app store and downloaded the app to my phone, made an account, and then started my search. I came upon chicken alfredo and knew it was exactly what I needed. I hurried through the kitchen getting all the items I needed together: chicken, sauce, and noodles. Then I cooked the food, only managing to burn myself twice. I was totally not fucking cut out for this shit. I plated the food just as Mia came walking in through the door. “Hey, babe,” I greeted her

setting the two plates on the table. I could tell she was surprised, her eyes lit up, sparkling as she looked at me. The dress she was wearing today made my cock hard, and the skin she was showing had my mind wondering how many other guys tried to come at her today. “Talon, this is…” The words seemed lost. “Don’t ask questions, just listen to me please,” I spoke softly, handing her a fork. I wanted this to be perfect and that meant I couldn’t let her jump to conclusions.

“Okay.” She seemed to trusting as she sat down at the table, taking her fork in her hand. “I’ve been meaning to tell you this all day, and I just haven’t been able to.” It was time to man the fuck up. To tell her my feelings and leave them where they settled. If she wanted me, she would have me. “You really don’t have to say anything…” I interrupted her. “I do, because I can’t have you thinking that this is a fuck-buddy

relationship when it isn’t.” I ran a hand through my hair. “I’ve realized that when you’re around my heart beats out of my fucking chest. My hands sweat, and my belly start’s to hurt, and I don’t know what it is but I want to be close to you. Holding your hand and claiming you as my own.” “Talon…” Her eyes seemed to water. “I don’t know what you feel or what happens after I say these next couple of words, but I do know that these feelings are eating away at me.

Connecting our bodies only proved how much I truly care about you. It only showed me what I can’t live without. I love you, Mia. I love your laugh, the way your face scrunches when you come, your voice, and how you seem to care with your entire heart. You’re far too fucking innocent and pure for me, and I know I don’t deserve you one bit, but God damnit do I want you,” I confessed. Mia was up and across the room before I could blink, her small arms wrapping around my body. I was

shocked, causing my reaction to her touch to be slow. I lifted my arms wrapping her in a tight hug, crushing her to my body. “I feel the same, Talon. I know that love isn’t something that you’re experienced in, and I know that all the odds are stacked against us, but I do care and I do love you.” I gripped her harder in my embrace, her words washing over me. Relief flooded me as I realized we both felt the same way about each other. “I’m fucked up, baby, and I

promise you I will screw up about a billion times, but I will always make it up to you. Always.” I placed a kiss on the top of her head, my body melting into hers. I had made a lot of bad choices, screwed a lot of girls, and wondered aimlessly through life without meaning. Finding Mia and our parents getting married was of fate. Mia was meant to be mine. There was not a fucking doubt in my mind. “Does this mean Talon fuckin’ Reed is officially off the market?” she asked me, her voice

muffled against my chest. I smiled to myself. My girl was still using my old name; the name that I was called all around campus, a name that would soon be nothing but a memory. “It means that I belong to you and that’s all the matters, baby. You and me. Nothing else.” I couldn’t believe I had spoken those words. Never in my life would I believe that I would be saying such a thing, even more so about one girl.

“I hated you once Talon. I hated you with a passion. I’ve realized that hate had nothing to do with you but more with me. I didn’t understand you, or the loss that we both shared in life. You have grown on me, and the emotions you bring out in me are some I have never felt until you came along. I love you, Talon.” I couldn’t help myself. I had to seal this happy ending with a kiss. I pulled her face into mine and placed my lips against hers. She was my air, my water, my food, my life now.

She’s Still A Bitch Things changed from that day forward. Talon and I were stuck at the hip. We were sneaking into each other’s rooms almost nightly and spending every day at school together. Our parents had no idea what was going on and things were fine that way, or at least I thought so. All that changed one day when I came home from classes to

find Talon, his dad, and my mom sitting in the living room. Talon had a frown on his face. My mom however had a murderous glare on hers. “You’re screwing your stepbrother?” The words were spat at me. I could feel the force of them, the distaste in them. She was judging me, judging Talon. “Excuse me, but who I screw and who I don’t isn’t really your concern.” I gave her just as much attitude. I wouldn’t let her degrade us like this. She needed to learn that what

Talon and I shared wasn’t just some hook up shit. “I’m done with you, Mia. Done with you making me look bad. Do you know what this could do to our family? If word gets out about you and Talon people will look at us differently.” My mom seemed so disappointed. I wanted to care that she was hurt over our decision, but in reality I didn’t care. I wanted her to understand that, I needed her to. “Then be done, because Talon and I will not give into what you

want. We have been doing this shit for months and you’re just now are catching on, so why don’t you just pretend like you never knew and let things be the way they’re.” I was furious. “Calm down, babe,” Talon added, I cut my eyes to him. He smiled at me, and even I wasn’t immune to that smile. I melted a little bit, the bitterness in me evaporating a small amount. “I refuse to let them tell us what to do.” Talon’s father looked at me his eyes trying to read me.

“I don’t think that’s what your mother is getting at, sweetheart.” I couldn’t help my reaction. I had lost my father, this man wasn’t my father. My mother was barely doing her job. I had let those emotions, and the pain that came with them go months ago when things with Talon grew serious. We shared the loss of a parent and that’s what brought us together. “Who gives a rat’s ass what she’s getting at. I’m an adult. Talon’s an adult. We will make the decisions we see fit for ourselves. If you

want to judge us, then you can walk right out of our lives.” I kept my words straight to the point. Talon blinked slowly like he was in some sort of trance, and then he got up off the couch and walked over to me. “Mia’s, right. I love the shit out of her, and if you can’t respect that and deal with it, then I guess you don’t need to be in our lives.” Everything Talon said made me want to take my clothes off and climb on the table and wait for him.

My mother rolled her eyes, and Talon’s father sighed. I knew this day would come when my mother judged us and Talon’s father either agreed or disagreed. “We aren’t of blood relation so get over it.” Those were the last words I would speak to my mother about this subject. Talon was finally mine, and I finally saw through his anger and pain. I loved him. He loved me. And being stepsiblings would never change that.

The End

Acknowledgeme First I need to thank my husband. The hours he puts in with the baby, and our oldest daughter so I can sit and right never seems to end. Brie: You gave me this idea, and I thank you for it. Amanda PA: For believing even when you didn’t know what the story would become. Filthy Betas: Melissa, Sabrina,

Aliana, Lee, Kathy, Sofia, Jessie, and Amanda. Thank you for reading the book before it was edited and seeing through to the end the idea of what I wanted with Talon. I can’t thank you lovely ladies enough for all that you do. Thank you for the bottom of my heart. Bloggers: To my master list of bloggers that post endlessly, when I ask them and sign up for all my shit. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. If I could hug each of you I seriously would. You rock my worlds. Editor: Silla. For being there when I

need to vent, and talk about random book stuff. Thank you for making my words the shit. You’re an awesome human and I cannot wait to meet you. Lee: You da best! ;) If I am forgetting anyone please don’t be offended. I love all of you.

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Project: Rogue A Project Series Novel #2

J.L. Beck

Six Months Prior Welcome to Channel 8 News, my name is Jackie and we have a special announcement from President Barack Obama. The screen went in and out of focus for a moment, and then the cameraman settled on his angle. You could see the president standing in front of his podium, his face a mask to what he was truly going to tell all of us.

The thing was I knew already, about the government’s secrets and the depths that they would go to conceal them. Yet, they were now exposing them. Letting them loose and free, as to make those affected by their mad scientist skills seem crazy. As always the government could never take action for the things that they did wrong. “Thank you, people of this nation for allowing me to come inside your homes tonight. It is of urgent matter that I disclose some information

to the people of this nation, about the things that have been taking place behind closed doors.” There was a silent pause, and all that could be heard was the presidents breathing. “In an effort to end the cancerous diseases that take millions of our loved ones every day, the government in connection with some of the best scientist in the nation had created a cure.” The crowd cheered as if we had just won a football game or something. The truth was that, even if this was a large feat for the nation it was at the

cost of others, those that should be dead. “However, it has come at a cost…” He spoke over the loud cheers. The crowd seemed to quiet down as they waited for him to finish what it was that he had to say. The truth was right on the tip of my tongue. All he had to do was say the words, and spill the truth free. “A cost of what Mr. President?” A man with USA Today asked from in the front row. Did he realize what he was asking, did the President even realize

what it was that he was unleashing out into the public? Knowledge that could get us all killed. “It has come at a cost of other’s lives. Something we knew may happen but went forward with anyway.” The president seemed saddened by the words he had to speak but we all knew truthfully underneath the mask he wore that there was not a sorry bone in his body. He was as much at fault as PGI. As any and every government official that knew about it. The reports in front of him started

throwing questions out left and right. “If you knew the consequences then why did you do it?” One asked. “Where are these people that have had experiments done on them?” Another blurted out. I rolled my eyes at the TV picking up the remote to change the channel. The truth was going to come out sooner or later. “Is there any immediate threat to the public Mr. President?” The question caused my finger to halt against the rubber number on the

remote. Would he answer the question honestly, or would he lie? “At this time we don’t know. As far as the test subjects go, there are some that have been unaccounted for, but I assure you, were doing everything that we can to find them.” Gasps filled the room, and then more shouts and questions. A smile formed on my face. “What does this all mean Mr. President?” You could hear the uncertainty in the reporters voice as well as the others. They were unsure of what was to come, and they should be.

The government had been hiding more shit from them than they realized. All at the expense of other’s lives. It was time for society to find out who the Projects were. It was time for them to understand what the brotherhood was. It was time for death to rain down on everyone. Retribution would be served.

Prologue Maggie Let me tell you a story. One that doesn’t end with happiness, or happy tears, this one ends in blood, revenge, and truth. I was always told the truth would set me free. That in due time, the lies would unravel revealing the truth about who I was, and what it meant to be me. I never expected to be

someone so similar to Killer. To feel the need for blood without a second thought. That was the thing about us though; we never really knew one another for who we were. We believed that we did. The secrets of life are always hidden, and the ones that we love the most always die. Killer was my everything, my life, and my reason for breathing. Finding out the real meaning behind the two of us would destroy us. It would destroy everything that made us who we were, but without

the truth, without the secrets being told we would never know. I took that leap of faith separating us for the rest of our lives. Love lives on within us forever right? If so then truthfully, I’m never alone.

Chapter One Killer Past Blood surrounded me. I could feel the warmth of it against my skin. The copper smell filling the air, and hitting the back of my throat as I took in a large breathe. My chest heaved with the effort it took to breath. What was wrong with me? I blinked my eyes open, but saw nothing but darkness. My fists

clenched against soft fabric. Where was I? The question echoed loudly in my ears cuaing my head to ache. “Killer. Killer.” I could hear her screams, but couldn’t move. She needed me, yet I couldn’t reach her, no matter how hard I had tried. “Maggie.” I screamed her name as loud as I could, but no words left my lips. Instead her name, and my voice bounced around inside of my head. Darkness plagued me, as I continued to hear her screams, her pleas for help, to be saved. I swam

through dark layers of my mind trying to find the slightest trace of light that I could hold on to. Sweat clung to my brow, as the memories resurfaced. Confusion hit me like a brick wall. What had happened to us? As panic rouse within me, more memories filtered through my mind. “Make it stop. Tell them to stop.” Maggie’s voice was above a beg, whimpers left her throat, and I could feel myself growing hard. Hard for her, for the pain that she was enduring for me. She was strong, so fucking strong.

“Killer can you hear me?” A voice asked. I shook my head trying to make it go away, I didn’t want to hear voices anymore; I simply wanted to know what had happened to Maggie. Unable to speak, I grunted and growled showing them just what I would do to them if I got loose, my own anger, begging to be unleashed upon them. “He’s unresponsive sir.” I could hear shuffling of feet over the floor, and a warm calloused hand against my wrist, yet try as I may to move my hands and legs I couldn’t.

“Brown.” The word was said with so much authority, and suddenly I was being flung through a time portal. To a life that I had only remembered through memories, to a life I didn’t recall ever living. Maggie stood before me, her dress bellowing in the wind. She was beautiful, her hair pinned back in an elegant way. As my eyes zoned in closer I realized it was a facade, it had to be. Maggie’s image tilted, before red started forming on her hands, and throat.

“No…” I screamed, running towards her. I needed to stop the bleeding to make sure that she was okay, but with every step I took towards, I was flung further away. Blood poured from her, as she grabbed her hands staring at them in understanding. “Its what they wanted Killer. Its what will happen.” Her voice was so soft, like cashmere. My eyes grew wide in fear, her voice warming me, and filling me with so much self hate. This was my fault.

“Maggie!” I screamed her name, her face titled sideways, as if she was trying to understand me. “Revive him.” The voice said again, pulling me from the past. A course of electricity zinged through me, causing my heartbeat to jolt in my chest. I could hear the loud thuds of it in my ear, and the smell of burnt hair filtering in through my nostrils. Confusion overwhelmed me. Was I dying? “Place him back under.” The voice said again. Squeezing my eyes closed, I tried to focus on the voice, on

anything that could tell me where I was. In the next instant I could feel my body clinging to the side of a pool. Dark water lied at each side of me. The water was so dark and cold, that my lips quivered, and my teeth chattered against one another loudly. “Maggie.” I yelled her name, but heard nothing back. It was as if I was living in my own personal hell. She wasn’t here with me. This was all inside of my head. It had to be, what else could be happening?

Without warning my grip on the side of the pool went slack, and I sunk deeply into the water. I flailed against the cold water, attempting to swim back to the top, my attempts going nowhere. Numbness was taking over my limbs, as my body scrapped against the bottom of the pool and an image formed above me. I blinked, focusing in on the man. Not understanding how I could see him crystal clear, as if there wasn’t a million gallons of water separating us. I stared at the man for a long time

he looked very familiar but at the same time didn’t. His presence alone had caused my heartbeat to start pounding in my ears again. A rush of anger zinged through me, and just as I opened my mouth to yell, to say something, anything, I could feel the warmth of light grabbing me, and the darkness fading again. “Stable sir.” The voice was back, the memory interrupted before I could get an answer. “Good. Now I want you, to contact them.” The man’s voice grew

colder with each word that was spoken. I had never wished for my voice to work so much in my life. To ask questions, to get answers. “I will let them know sir. Do you want me to let them know that we have the girl also?” Without hesitation, my eyes popped open. There was no amount of drugs, or pain that could keep me from her. The girl? Who was the girl? I could feel the anger I had towards them bringing up the girl, but didn’t understand the meaning behind it.

Anger surged through my veins. I took everything in, as fast as I could, as I tried to get my body parts to catch up with my brain. My eyes, zeroed in on every single object in the room. I needed to take in as much as I could before they forced my body back under. I was lying on a bed, the wall before me was a stark white color, clean, hospital like. I drifted my attention to the men closest to my bed, they held clip boards, and wore lab coats that mirrored that of the walls in color, their faces frozen in shock as I

ripped the cords they had placed in my body out. “Where am I?” My voice was hoarse, and angry. Why had I stopped to ask questions? I should’ve been destroying anything and everyone to get to her. Yet, I felt that I needed answers, that I needed something to tell me all of this wasn’t a dream. I lifted my nose to the air to see if I could get her scent, anything that would point me in the right direction, but instead all I could smell was the disgusting scent of antiseptic, and bleach.

“You’re being treated for your injuries.” One of the lab coat workers said, his voice startled. I stared at him blankly, knowing that he was lying. I could practically see the lies written on his face. The other worker, looked between me, and his partner, and I knew he was about to lie as well. I stepped off the bed, my fists clenched as I felt the urge to release the inner beast on them. They lie! All human lie!! I growled loudly, causing them to take a few steps back.

“Why don’t you sit back down on the bed and while help you figure everything out.” I could hear the fear, and panic in his voice. Shaking my head in rage, I decided I would give these people one more chance to explain things to me, otherwise they were as good as dead. “Tell. Me. Where. I. Am.” I screamed each word, making sure they understood my question. I was on the verge of crumbling my vision going black. I had one urge, and one urge only and that was the need to make them

answer me. “I…” The male to my left stumbled over his words, while the other seemed to have pulled his balls out of his asshole. This caused a bubble of hysterical laughter to form inside of me. If he wasn’t shaking in his fucking boots now, he would be the second I wrapped my hands around his throat. “Killer… If that’s even what you would like to be referred to as?” He questioned me like I was dumb, causing my muscles to ache, with built up tension. I had given them many a

chance to explain themselves so why was I not dismembering their bodies? “You won’t have enough time to say my name, let alone remember it once I rip your body apart. Of course I’ll start with your throat, I hate it when my prey screams as I pull their limbs from there body.” I sneered, trying not to lose focus on the important things here. Things like the girl, and finding out where I was. The man smirked, still seeming nonetheless unphased by my anger, “I’ll just call you Killer since we

have no paperwork on who you’re.” He stepped closer to me and I forced my fingers to move, to grip the sheets in rage. My body was still in some sort of penalization. “You’re a Killer right? You were made to do this correct?” His eyes narrowed. In them a hate that mirrored my own lingered. Did I not just tell him I would rip him from limb to limb? “To rip people to shreds, to kill, and not care that you’re doing so? To be relentless by nature, to rip life from those that you seek unfit of living?” He

was mind-fucking me. Trying to get me to spill something, a secret, an answer, anything. My mind, and body told me to lock everything up that I needed to hide inside myself, but I had never been a runner, a person to hide from the dark that lingered around every corner. “I don’t think you know who I am at all.” My teeth ground together, and somehow I had managed to bite the inside of my cheek. The taste of blood filling my mouth caused a haze to fall over my mind. “Because if you did know

who I was you would’ve been running for the hills already.” I whispered to him, making sure he understood the finalness in my voice. I would end him and his pathetic life the second I could get my body to react. My hands wouldn’t move, but my legs, my legs had carried me a few steps. If only I could get the blood to move to other places. “I’m not scared of you Killer.” A smile formed on his face. “No one is.” He finished, and I could feel his voice drifting off in my head, the darkness gripping at me.

“You will be.” I snarled just as I fell into the abyss. “Where are you?” The person asking the question repeated himself many times but I continued to shake my head, over and over again ignoring him. My stomach was on the verge of pouring its contents out. “I told you I don’t know.” I screamed, as searing pain shot through my eyes. The images before me played out like a play, colors of every spectrum showed, and I smiled as an image of Maggie filtered into the dark

spots. “Do you not understand the severity of your actions Killer? Do you not understand that with her birth comes your death?” The man was talking in circles, circles that I refused to follow him through. Instead I continued staring at images of Maggie and I from the past. Happiness filled my chest, lifting me up. I had to find her, bring her home, and show her just how much I loved her. Just how sorry I was for breaking us both, for causing our

damnation. “Your memories of her are very strong.” The man once again interrupted the wonderful play going on inside of my head. Oh god, how I wished for peace and quiet. “You know nothing.” Was all I murmured not wanting to ruin the precious mintue’s I had with her. He didn’t know Maggie. He couldn’t. No one did. Only I did. She was mine. All mine. “He’s going into shock,

dose him up and then bring her in. When he wakes up, he needs to see her.” I could hear there whispers, and it was then that I realized just how far gone I was. Where was I really, and what had they done with girl, who I now understood as Maggie?

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