They trembled right beneath her tee, and I was glad.
She was about to know exactly where we stood.
Putting the bowl of eggs down, I crowded her, her soft heat under my tongue. She smelled like cherries and whore.
Probably, since she hadn’t showered.
I’d sweated all over this girl last night, my cum probably still inside her. We’d manage to break a condom last night, but I hadn’t worried too much since she had said she’d been on the pill. She’d even looked excited that it’d happened.
Little slut.
I brushed her chin with my knuckles, her breath hiking. The chrome ring on my fourth finger touched her chin, and she quivered. Right down to those double-Ds under her T-shirt. I smirked. “Probably should go take a shower before breakfast, sis,” I stated, tapping her chin. “After all, my cum’s still inside you.”
Shock rattled her stiff, her face flushed. Her lips shook apart, but before she could open her mouth, I pressed a finger to her lips.
“Better hurry now,” I said. “Don’t want to be late for family breakfast.”
Another touch of her jaw, my ring brushing it before pulling away. This ring on my finger meant something where I came from, and all bowed down to it.
She would too.
Cleo’s eyes coated in tears I refused to look at. I had no time for it. Quickly, she left my sight, and I did nothing but smile as I whisked up the eggs. I was going to make this girl burn.
And I’d laugh all the way there.
Chapter Three
Cleo
I blew chunks into the toilet. Literal chunks until there was nothing left but stomach acid.
I quivered by the end.
I ached.
My knees hit cold tiles, my fingers uncurling from the toilet seat. The shower was on and the room filled with choking steam, but I didn’t turn it off.
It concealed my sobs.
And I did sob, violently. I shook like a torrential storm, in a horror film of my own. It’d been a horror film he’d created.
He’d been so cruel to me.
There’d been almost… hatred in Jax’s eyes when he spoke to me, and I didn’t understand.
I didn’t understand.
I’d never in my entire life been treated in such a way. I was no saint, but not ever had someone just been completely mean to me when I’d done nothing to them. Jaxen had targeted me. He’d gone for me, clearly.
He’d taken my virginity.
The sobs grew and grew, the steam from the shower clogging the room. I’d turned it on to drown out the tears but hadn’t even made it in there.
Flushing the toilet with shaking limbs, I forced myself to stand, to commence with my day. Before I came up here, I told Mom and Dad I wanted to take a quick shower, needing to do so before breakfast.
“Probably should go take a shower before breakfast… my cum’s still inside you.”
I stumbled inside the running water, clothes still on. I hit the shower tiles, then fell to my knees. My hair and clothing soaked, I retched again over the drain.