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I can’t breathe, ever. Why can’t anyone see that? Can they not see me turning purple? The hands of my mind choking me?
Thatcher: Your chest looks like a middle school desk. Rook: I’ve hugged cactus nicer than you.
“Don’t speak to us like that,” my stepmother hisses, pointing an accusatory finger at me. “It’s my money that keeps you in that apartment and allows you the freedom to give those free classes. You’d do well to remember that.” “My father’s money, Regina. Did you forget? You married into this family with nothing but cheap shoes and hope.” My lips curve into a vicious smile. “But by all means, cut me off. I won’t need it after I sell my portion of Elite.”
HAHAHAHHAHAHAA
He’s dying, giving up his company because of me. My friends are in trouble because of me. Rosemary died because of me. It’s all my fault. All of it.
“I didn’t kill anyone. I drugged someone and helped them off a bridge. Two very different things in the eyes of the law.” Thatcher rolls his eyes. “You’ve been in law school for all of two seconds. Chill out.” “Two seconds longer than you,” Rook mutters, filling his hand with Skittles before shoving them into his mouth. “You might even need those seconds one day after you stab the wrong person.”
“Silas, I mean this with love,” Rook says, face the picture of confusion, “but what the fuck?”
“Some rich asshole already paid double.” My lips tilt at the corners. “For all of them.”
“Since this wasn’t clear enough the other night, let me be frank,” I mutter, hair falling over my shoulder as I push the money toward him. I reach into my bag, pulling out several more twenties and letting them fall to the table. “I can’t be bought, and this makes us even,” I say. “Dinner’s on me tonight, boys.”
“You’re not my type, man.” Rook shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “I’ve got a real hard-on for redheads. Maybe try some hair dye and we can circle back to this?”
“Touch him.” The click of the safety on my gun rings in the air, the end of the barrel tapping Easton on his temple, “Make this easy for me.”
“I’m smarter than you, Sinclair. It’s not very hard to do the math. You and your mother haven’t so much as blinked since he was arrested. On paper? You both should’ve lost everything. Yet—” Thatcher quirks an eyebrow, spreading his arms wide. “—here you are, living amongst the wealthy as if nothing has happened.”
“Whatever you need, it’s already yours.”
“You think I’m afraid of you, Pierson?” A cruel smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. “I withstood torture that would make you shit your Brioni slacks. Don’t embarrass yourself by trying to intimidate me.”
“At least she knows her brands,” I hear him mutter beneath his breath.
“Let him lock you in a basement for two years, then you can ask me that fucking question again.”
“Hey, Rosie girl.”
This is gonna hurt
There is another breeze, stronger this time, knocking the hood off my head. I shake my head, running a palm across the top of my buzzed hair. She hated when I tried to hide in my hoodies.
I’m not afraid of a curse, especially when they look like Coraline Whittaker.
“But if you say another word about Silas, if you think a negative thought about him, I’ll make sure you’re out on your ass with nothing but your sparkling personality when I take my piece of Elite.” I sneer down at her as I lean forward. “Poor has a smell, and you won’t like when I leave you covered in it.”
“When I find you with your hand still in your panties, are you going to let me replace your fingers with my tongue?”
“Tsk. Tsk.” Silas clicks his tongue. “Don’t lie to yourself, baby. Don’t pretend you don’t want me between those thighs, eating your pussy until you drench my face. ‘Cause that’s what I’ll do if you just let me find you.”
“I’ll spread you open, fill your dripping cunt with my fingers. Stretching you open so it’s nice and fucking ready for my cock. You’ll be nothing but a tight hole for me to use, yeah?”
“I bet you are close, aren’t you, baby? I can hear that tight pussy making a mess.” He groans as if it physically hurts him. “Tell me where you are, pretty thing.”
“Get the fuck up off your knees with your mouth open like that, Coraline, before I break this glass and make you choke on my come.”
“Silas, I promise to be your peace when the world provides only war. To be your secret keeper and safe haven. Today, I vow to be the one person who accepts you for who you are and who you will become.” She glances up at me, holding my gaze as she speaks the last line. “Till death do us part.”
“On this day, I vow to make your rage my own, to weather the storm of your revenge and keep you forever safe. I promise to stand by you. No matter what comes, you will never be alone. Till death do us part.”
“Aren’t you the younger twin? Can you be the most attractive if there is an older copy of you?”
“Rich asshole who paid double.” I tilt my glass in mock cheers. “Nice to meet you.”
“Be more specific, Coraline. You want to know something, be a big girl and ask me.”
“I’ll fuck you until you break.” My voice is husky from lust. “I don’t have the patience to be nice to your body. I will fuck my pent-up aggression into your tight cunt until it leaks down your thighs. So, get the fuck out, or slide your ass on my desk and spread your legs.”
“Don’t worry, Hex. I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. But you’re going to wish I did.”
“Such a pretty fucking cunt. All needy and ready for me. You want to be a filthy little toy for me, Coraline? Just a hole for me to warm my cock up in?”
“You’re my wife, Coraline Hawthorne. If I want to cover myself in the blood of a thousand more men to protect you, I will,” I tell her. “They cannot hurt you without having to answer to me.”
Silas Hawthorne has a slutty fucking waist.
“Since you told me you don’t like the smell.”
“I suggest,” Silas interrupts, speaking directly to my father, “you choose those next words carefully, James.”
“What do you need?” Silas asks. “Huh?” “What do you need?” he asks again. “You frown when you’re upset. Tell me how to fix it.”
“My wife’s name is Coraline, Daniel,” I say, irritated with his blatant disrespect. “Don’t make me remind you of that again.”
“You want me?” He tilts his head, shadows splaying across the contours of his handsome face. “You’ll crawl.”
“Pout those pretty fucking lips and say please.” I bite my bottom lip softly. “Please, Silas.”
“Stick your tongue out for me, pretty thing,”
His grip on my face tightens before he spits onto my tongue, forcing me to shut my mouth around it, forcing me to swallow it down. Whiskey and heat. The familiar taste of him fills my throat, a moan rumbling from my lips.
“Be a good slut for your husband and get on your hands and knees.” My hand swats her ass, making her jump. “Face down, ass up, pretty thing.”
I’m not calling you cursed, I’m saying you’re a special language only I can decode.”
As the night falls and my sister drifts to sleep. I sit alone in the apartment, listening to the ringing of a phone number I never wanted to call. “There you are, Circe. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Dont piss me tf off
“1852, the Evergreen Game. Adolf Anderssen sacrificed a queen for checkmate.” I lift my head toward the hospital bed. “Why are you crying like I’m dead, baby?”
“dd4a3d?”
“That’s right,” I agree, squeezing the flesh of her thigh in my hand. “My slutty wife who lives to be filled with my come, yeah?”
"Can we fucking please get rid of American Psycho now?” Thatcher slides into the pew behind him, leaning forward, "You wish, Van Doren."
