Vicious Minds (Children of Vice #4)(23)
“I don’t need to climb; I’m already at the top.” I stated coldly.
“True. Is it as lonely as they say at the top?”
“I get on fine.”
“Liar.” Disappointment was etched across her face.
“Excuse me—”
“How the hell can you be getting on fine?” She pushed back. “You have everything and when you have everything already, all you can do is go downhill from there. How afraid are you of failing? You must be afraid of not living up to the legacy your parents dropped in your lap, but also of not being able to surpass them. You have so much to protect, and no one protect you. Your brother’s rebelling, wanting to leave the family and your sister, bless her heart, cares mostly about herself. Your cousins are still children; your uncles are still treating you like a child. On top of that, the Italians and Irish are tired of your fucking family. And if I’m hearing the whispers of other families that want to crush yours, I’m damn sure you are too. You must be all things, father, brother, mother, cousin, grandson, shield, weapon, leader of the pack, ruthless, and ingenious. There is no room for mistakes. When you succeed, you get scorn from everyone, when you fail, they circle like vultures. You don’t feel it now, but you know, in the back of your mind, you see it coming, that moment when you can’t carry it all—”
“Enough.” I snapped at her.
She shook her head no. “You are not fine. No matter how twisted your morals are in comparison to the world, it is not possible for you to simply be fine…even those who are dead inside still know they aren’t fine.”
“You know a lot about my family.” A little too much actually.
“I’m Chicago-born Italian, of course I know your family. I still hear about them even if I’m not there.”
Speaking on that. “You haven’t been to Chicago in a long time. In fact, growing up I only saw you that once.”
“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. Neither 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.