But there isn't. My mother's been fading for years, and now she's gone completely dark, plunged into a pitch black pool of pain, regret, insanity.
I know what's coming next, and I stop at the door with my hand on it for a second, ready for the explosion.
“You stupid piece of shit! I'll cut your dick off before I let you stick it in Bruce's little slut again! You're not going to use that girl and toss her away like one of your soggy condoms. You've chosen to be a total robot, fine. Go right ahead, SEAL. You can ruin your life, but you won't wreck mine. If you think I'm going to sit here like an idiot while you're screwing her, right under our noses, I swear to Christ I'll –“
I step through the door and slam it tight behind me. The seal chokes off her threat. I don't need to fucking hear it, because I already know what she's going to do. I walk toward the main entrance, stopping along the way to flag one of the house staff. I tell the maid to keep an eye on Evie to make sure she doesn't do something stupid in the pool, or maybe with one of those thick glass pieces laying on the deck.
Sooner or later, she'll tell Bruce what's going on. Maybe he'll man up and punch me in the face like he should.
I stop near the big sprawling staircases and run a hand over my face. My heart's pounding, throttled like a hot engine.
Delia won't leave my brain. All I want to do is run upstairs and fuck her brains out, slam my dick into her perfect pussy over and over and over, spill my seed inside her 'til I'm too exhausted to think, to hate.
Robot. I hear Evie calling me that again, and I snort. It's insane, but if there weren't a little shred of truth, it wouldn't bother me like this.
My mother always has an uncanny way with tapping into my fears, and right now, I'm scared shitless. If I go upstairs and get naked with the hot, brown eyed beauty again, it's only going to be harder to pull away later.#p#分页标题#e#
I'm going to break her heart, and rip out my own in the process, hurl the whole mess at my feet. I ought to turn away and walk the hell out of this house forever, just like I keep intending, leaving this shit behind.
It's toxic. It's wrong. Everything, everything, including her.
But I can already feel Delia's taste on my lips. My dick's hammering so hard in my pants I think I'm going to pass out.
Mom's right in her own sadistic way about me being fucked, but she doesn't have a clue. The only way to keep myself sane is to move, march upstairs, haul the best thing that's ever happened to me into that big Victorian bed, and slam my hips into hers 'til all we can focus on is remembering to breathe.
She looks like she's surprised to see me when her door opens. I grab her by the wrist and pull her tight, slamming her against the wall. My lips find hers, silencing all the questions she wants to ask.
What are you doing here?
What's going on?
Why?
She knows. Delia can feel the heat in my lips and the fire in my blood. My dick finds the soft space between her belly and pussy, and starts to grind, reliving our first sultry night on the beach.
I tear my lips away before I fuck her right here in the hall, in front of our parents and the staff. We head for my room and I kick the door shut, then walk her over to the end of the bed.
“Jesus, Chris. Why do you have to be so rough? Can't you just say hello?”
“We're past good manners, babe. Everything I wanna do to you is about as uncivil as it gets, and I'm not gonna hide it. Put your hands on the bed. Tonight'll be so good it hurts.”
“Hurts?” She looks up at me with those big brown eyes, shaking her head. “Haven't you done enough? I can't keep living these head games. This hot and cold, on-again off-again crap.”
Our last evening on the pool deck did more damage than I thought. Regret hits me in a sharp pang, and I almost apologize.
Too bad it's against everything in my nature, humbling myself in words. She'll find out how sorry I am, how deep I feel, when I'm balls deep, curling her toes. She'll understand I never meant to hurt her, never meant to blow us up, never meant to drag this out 'til it's become an addiction I can't give up.
Can't.
For a second, I reach for Delia's perfect face, cup it, and squeeze. My mouth finds hers and I lead her tongue in a whirlwind, pulling the air from her lungs, all the sweetness she has for me.
“Love isn't always easy, babe.” Her eyes light up when she hears the L-word. I don't give a shit, there's no more hiding it. “We're going through one fuck of a rough patch. There's only one way I know to work through it.”
“Sex can't fix everything,” she says, unsure and whiny, like it's the right thing to say but she doesn't believe it.
“You'd be surprised. We pissed each other off last night, and Evie screwed us royal before we could make up. Guess how much my dick gives a fuck?”