Vicious Minds (Children of Vice 4)
“Your grandfather killed my uncles. Of course—”
“No, I saw your father,” I cut in before she could talk her way out of this. “But you were never around. I thought you left to get tougher. But I have a feeling that isn’t your whole story.”
I meant to unnerve her…as she had tried to do me but instead, she smiled. “Yesterday you said I was nothing. Today you want to know my life story. By tomorrow there very well may be a ring on my finger. Side note…the flashier and more expensive the ring, the better. Also, are you going to feed me any time soon?”
I didn’t understand how she was so…bright. She didn’t seem like the type of person who had any real darkness in her soul and yet her actions and words said otherwise. How she was two things at once? Innocent and vicious. It didn’t make sense. She didn’t make sense.
“I want to kill you,” I said to her.
“The fact that you haven’t means you like me, Ethan, even if you don’t want to admit it.” She laughed. “You’re able to ascertain all that about me because you’re exactly the same…well without looking innocent; you look just as dangerous as you are, but my point is the same. You and I are alike…and that must be jarring for you. But I’ve known that since we were kids, so I’m used to it now. I’ve come to acknowledge my brokenness; I don’t try piecing myself together as if I’m normal. Instead I make a mosaic with the broken pieces of myself.”
“That’s very cheesy.”
“But it makes sense and that’s all that matters.” She giggled and nodded, glancing around. “Seriously, I’m fucking hungry. Can you chain me to the kitchen instead?”
Do not trust her.
She’s dangerous.
This is trap.
All those things went through my mind and yet…I didn’t know what it was about her that shook my resolve like this. Thinking about it only made me more confused, and despite my efforts to ignore how her skirt rose and her blouse shifted down each time she moved on the bed, I noticed how soft her skin looked, and how she smelled like rose water.
“Strip,” I told her. I didn’t want to think or talk anymore. I was going to just do what I fucking wanted. Without another word she reached up and pulled off her blouse, throwing it to the side. After her that went her bra, her pink nipples hard. She wriggled out of her skirt and underwear and pushed them down her long legs to the chain at her ankle. Rising from the chair, I walked to the bed, and when I came closer she laid back as I got on top of her.
I pulled off my belt and undid my pants. My cock, despite my best efforts to stay calm, was erect and aching for her, and she spread her legs for me. Grabbing her thighs, I dragged her closer to me. Ne
ither of us broke eye contact as I slowly entered her already wet pussy. It was only when I was fully seated did her lips part, allowing a satisfied breath to escape. I started slow, getting used to her tightness around me. But I soon lost all control, ramming myself into her over and over. Her breasts bounced for me and I bent to kiss them. She held a tight grip on my hair. Neither of us spoke, not wanting to ruin it. All I could hear were her breaths mingling with mine.
Just as quickly as it started, we both came undone.
Covered in sweat, I rested on top of her, her limbs wrapped around me. I listened to her heart race in her chest.
“Are you still hungry?” I asked softly as her hands moved through my hair.
“This will only take five minutes. I can make it,” she teased, grinning back at me.
She was dangerous and most likely insane…which was probably why I liked her and couldn’t kill her…yet.
This could very well be a mistake. But if she was going to be my downfall …part of me wanted to see how she’d do it, which also proved how insane I was too.
Chapter 5
“She has the laugh of an angel
and the smile of the Devil.
She's a wicked, wild, and wreckless thing.”
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~Jordan Sarah Weatherhead
ETHAN – AGE 23
Bogotá, Colombia
Monday, July 1st