Vicious Minds (Children of Vice #4)(34)

My life really did change the day I went to that birthday party. Liam and Melody Callahan, they weren’t like the other rich people. They were higher. I have a temper, so of course I wanted to hurt the women who made fun of my mom. But then Melody stopped me, and I decided I wanted to be just like her. No, I wanted everything. Kind of the way a woman sees shoes and just wants them. I hadn’t figured out all the logic behind my thoughts and desires back then. I wanted her life. And she didn’t tell me no, she just said I wasn’t strong enough for it. It was like she was saying if you want these shoes it will cost you a thousand dollars. My next logical thought was okay then, I’ll come back with the money. I told myself I’d come back stronger.

I hadn’t really thought much of Ethan until he called me over before we left. And while I was hiding, he figured it out. He figured out I was lying to people and he helped me lie. It was fun. It was the first time I had spoken to someone around my age who didn’t talk about video games, or bugs, or thought I was just a girl. He kinda felt like a grown up, and I liked him.

Yep, I’m going to marry him when I’m older.

That’s how I thought. That’s how simple and singular my thought process was. I think there is a spectrum for sociopaths and psychopaths. I know Ethan and I are somewhere on the far end of that spectrum. And even back then I knew he was the only one that would be able to understand me.

He now got that I was the only one who could understand him.

We were finally on the same fucking page. And how did we celebrate this?

Fucking.

It was how we got high apparently. And we couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

“Oh…ah…” I moaned out holding on to the kitchen sink as his cock slammed into my ass. The sound of our skin slapping against each other, the feeling of his hand as it squeezed my breasts, his teeth on my neck, how could I not moan? How could I not drool? God, he knew how to fuck.

“I can’t hear you.” He spoke into my ear and I shivered. “Moan for me—”

“Fuck me harder, then—” I slammed my hand down on the edge of the sink, my eyes rolling back in my head when he pulled nearly all the way out of me before ramming himself back in. I couldn’t hold on anymore, I felt that fire in the pit of my stomach.

“Don’t you dare,” he sneered, biting my ear. “You come when I say so.”

“Ethan,” I said, closing my eyes as I came.

“Damn it!” he hissed, speeding up. His grip on me tightened before he cursed, coming in me again.

We both slumped over slightly, his hand next to mine on the rim of the sink.

“Io e te tre metri sopra il cielo, (You and I are three meters above the heavens.),” I whispered with a smile on my face.

“Vuoi dire l’inferno, siamo sotterranei, ricordi? (You mean Hell, we are underground remember?),” he replied, kissing my shoulder as he pulled out of me slowly.

I laughed, shaking my head as I turned on the faucet. “It’s from a movie. Tre Metri Sopra il Cielo, haven’t you seen it?”

“I’m not one for movies.” He grabbed a small towel and held it under the hot water. I knew what he was going to do so I snatched it from him. If I let him wipe me down, we’d be fucking all over again and I was fucking hungry.

He glared but didn’t say anything. He cleaned himself up before washing his hands and taking the breakfast I made before he had come in for a morning fuck and walked over to the dining table.

“That’s going to have to change because I love movies,” I said as I grabbed more towels. “They teach me so much about normal people.”

“So you know you are not normal?” he asked, placing the frittata on his toast before looking back to me.

“Who the fuck wants to be normal?” I squeezed the towel and wiped down my body with it. “I know I don’t, I know you don’t. But just because we don’t want to be like them shouldn’t mean we don’t try to understand them. How else can we conquer them?”

“Mi ecciti, (You’re turning me on.),” was his reply. His eyes followed my hands as I cleaned myself. Hearing Italian from his lips made me want to sit on his face.

Note to self: Do that later.

“You’re never off,” I reminded him and trashed the towel. I washed my hands before grabbing my plate and walking back over to the table, sitting on the chair beside him.

“You still sit criss crossed on chairs.” He gave me a sly smile.

“Only in private. It’s not very lady like I’m told.” I said before eating, even resting my elbows on the table.

“You’re in private now?”

“The way your dick keeps finding my private parts, I better be.”

He grinned and so did I.

“I guess I’m in private now.” He looked into my eyes and his face was void again. He nodded to the pitcher of juice on the table. “Pour me some juice.”

I looked to it and grabbed the pitcher, filling up a glass. He outstretched his hand for it and I drank it…all. Putting the cup and the pitcher back where I got it, I told him, “I made breakfast because I like food, not to give you the impression I’m a housewife or a domestic servant. You have hands, pour your own damn juice.”

His jaw cracked to the side for a moment…then the corners of his mouth turned up. “Why do I have feeling we might fight often?”