Page 35 of ’Til You Break

The least I can do is make sure he doesn’t leave here worse than he arrived.

“Fine.” His answer is automatic.

“It’s getting late. I need to get you home before my meeting.”

“Before we go.” I stand up from the table and tug on his hand to join me. “Why don’t we go see what Mom and Damian have done to our rooms? Might bring back some of the better memories.”

“Doubt it,” he says, but joins me anyway.

Stepping into my teenage bedroom is a surreal experience. The memories come flooding back. Running down this hallway after school to get my homework done. Hiding away in a blanket fort on the floor whenever the world became too overwhelming. Pressing my ear against the bedroom door late at night, listening for movement on the other side. Trying to work out who it was.

After living with Vik for the past few days and seeing the cold shoulder he gives our parents, I know it was him. He snuck out late at night because he couldn’t stand being here, taking any chance he could to escape until he finally moved out for good.

I took most of my things with me when I moved out, so there isn’t really anything left from when this room was mine. The bright pink bedspread has been replaced with something neutral. The walls no longer display pictures of cute boys or whatever celebrity happened to be popular at the time.

Still, I can picture it exactly as it was. The good—lying on the rug with my friends, swooning over the football captain. Rummaging through the cupboard for thirty minutes trying to find the perfect outfit for school. Tearing open my acceptance letter to New York University.

But with all the good comes the bad. Trent Brown breaking my heart on the edge of the mattress because he’d rather make out with the cheer captain. Cracking under the pressure of studying and trying to make my parents proud. Countless nights spent weeping instead of sleeping as the nightmares flooded back.

Maybe that’s one of the reasons I came to love living with Vik, sad as it sounds. It’s become my new home. A place to forget the past and build a better future for myself.

A fresh start after life dealt me a pretty terrible hand.

“Crazy, isn’t it?” I ask, more to myself than Vik.

Though this was supposed to be a trip down memory lane for both of us, he seems more interested in staying by my side.

I won’t complain. Reliving these memories with someone, even if there aren’t many either of us share, is better than doing it alone.

“Feels like a lifetime ago.”

I walk over to my bed.

“It does.” Vik comes in behind me, and pulls the door shut.

His agreement surprises me. Not the words necessarily, more hearing him speak. He’s been so quiet all day, and now he almost sounds relieved. Maybe it’s because we’re separated from the rest of the family. But something tells me I should've been more concerned about him closing the door...

“God, I was such an idiot back then,” he says.

“What’s that supposed to mea—” I start to turn around, but Vik’s a lot closer than I realize. Rather than letting me spin, he moves one hand up the side of my body and slides it over my mouth. The other finds its way to the bottom of my skirt, teasing it higher.

He yanks me back, holding me firmly against his body. If I needed any more confirmation of what’s about to happen, his hard cock pressing against my back removes the need.

I mutter against his palm, but nothing that sounds like words comes out. They’re garbled noises, and I am powerless against his grip.

“I told you, Hannah, my time comes with a price,” Vik whispers against my head. “And it’s time to pay the piper.”

I speak again, but it’s the same result. I’d be lying if I said I was trying to stop him. My body has betrayed me too many times to insist on something so silly. But still, I make a feeble attempt to get Vik to see reason. Our parents are outside the house, and they could come back in at any moment.

“It would have been so easy to sneak in here when we were teenagers.” He hoists my skirt up, and his shaft instantly finds its way to rest against my ass, teasing me through his pants. “I could have had it all back then. Didn’t fucking realize it.”

Maybe that’s why he’s doing it. The thrill, excitement and danger of being caught. Messing with me, knowing I don’t want anyone to know about us. Or maybe just the satisfaction of splitting his little stepsister in two, when our parents can’t say a damn thing about it.

If that is Vik’s reason for doing this in the most devious of manners, I’m loath to admit it’s working for me, too.

“Would you have let me, I wonder?” he continues, guiding me onto the bed. I press my palms into the mattress, assuming the standing doggy position.

He throbs through his pants, his cock flexing with every word that comes from his lips.