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“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” she asks, her fingers gentle on the stitches that need to come out soon.
“You weren’t exactly chatty when you first came around, remember?”
“You mean after you kept me sedated for two weeks?”
I turn to her, set the cloth aside, take her arms. “I’m tired, Helena.”
Water sprays against her face as she studies me, gives a nod.
I switch off the taps and grab a towel, wrap her in it before drying myself off and wrapping one around my hips.
She takes a second one and rubs a little of the moisture out of her hair.
“Tell me about today,” she says once we get into the bedroom.
I pull back the covers on the bed and she climbs in. I follow and switch out the lights.
“What did my brother tell you?”
“That it’s your birthday.”
She pauses, and I wait.
Because I know that’s not all.
“I know you had a twin brother. I know he died. And I know about your mother.”
I snort, roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. A speedboat races by and someone shouts outside.
“He didn’t leave anything out, did he?”
“It’s my fault. I went to the mausoleum.”
I turn to find her watching me, her face in shadows, her eyes glistening.
“I’m sorry you’re hurting, Sebastian.”
I turn back to the ceiling. “Not sorry you broke a rule?”
“Are you going to punish me?”
“No.”
It’s quiet for a long time but neither of us are sleeping.
“The church refused to hold mass for her. Suicide.”
“Do you believe in God?”
“I used to. Now, I believe in ghosts.”
“Is that why you didn’t want to be inside the church that day we went to Joseph Gallo’s office?”
“Yeah.” I turn to her again, brush my fingers across her cheek. “I don’t have many memories of her, more a feeling. She was kind and gentle and loving. She was the opposite of everything we are. In a way, she didn’t belong in our family, with my father. She wasn’t ever going to make it. Too soft.”
I think about Helena now. She’s soft too.
“She sounds wonderful.”
“She was.” I turn on my side, collect her to me. It’s quiet again and I close my eyes.
“Sebastian?” she asks when I think we’re finished. “Your brother. Where did he go?”
“Why do you care about him?”
“I’m just worried.”
“Don’t be. He’s fine. He needs to learn his place.”
“He came here to help you.”
“He brought you here to fuck with me. To fuck with you.”
“How’s that? Because from what I saw, he rushed to get here so you wouldn’t be alone.”
I reach over, switch on the light. Helena blinks, and it takes a minute for her eyes to come into focus. I climb on top of her, keeping most of my weight on my forearms.
I want to see her face, her eyes. I don’t want to miss a thing.
“Don’t let Gregory fool you. You don’t know him.”
“Funny, that’s what he said about you.”
“Careful there, Helena.”
“I just want to know where you think he went. It was cruel what you did.”
“What we did.” I push her knees apart with mine. I’m getting hard again. “You liked having him watch you. Like the other time at the pool. You liked having him touch you.”
I cup the sides of her head, hug my forearms into her so she can’t move as I push into her.
She makes a sound, and I know she’s raw, but I don’t care.
“Say it, Helena. Tell me.”
She’s digging her nails into my back and it hurts.
“I want you, not him,” she says.
“Is that true?” I thrust hard and she grunts. “Or do you want both of us?”
She blinks, tries to turn her head away, and my next thrust is to punish her.
“Say it.”
She shakes her head and I weave my fingers into her wet hair and squeeze.
“Say it.”
“I’m just worried about him.”
“My brother’s fine. If I know Gregory, he’s fucking some whore right now.” I reach one arm down, grab her leg, bend her knee so I can get deeper. “You’re mine, Helena. Not his. Not anyone else’s.”
She’s slick and I feel myself thicken inside her as my thrusts come faster, matching her panting breath.
She drags her nails down my back and closes her eyes and she’s breaking skin.
I grin, tap her face softly when she closes her eyes.
“Eyes open. On me. Always on me when you come, understand? You only look at me when you come.”
She nods and we’re both breathing harder now, and a drop of sweat falls from my forehead onto her face and I lean closer, kiss her, suck in her lower lip, our eyes still open, still locked.
“I like you like this, Helena. I like having you like this.”
“I’m going to come.” She whisper-cries and I watch her and feel her and when the walls of her pussy pulse around my cock, I come too, emptying inside her raw cunt, branding her with my seed, marking her on the inside and all the while, one word repeats in my head again and again and again.
