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But that’s the difference between my mom and me. We couldn’t be more different.
One of Gareth’s hands found its way around my throat, holding onto me fiercely. “Say you’re mine, and I’ll be as good or as bad as you want me to be,” he murmured. “Say the words, Brianna, and I won’t touch a hair on your friend’s head.”
He’d tried to get me to say it before. It was obvious he wanted so badly to hear me admit it out loud—and that was precisely why I refused to. I wouldn’t say I belonged to him. Goddamn it, I was my own person. He couldn’t own me. I wouldn’t let him.
“In your dreams,” I whispered.
Gareth didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all. He pulled me around the door, to the front of the vehicle, where he spun me and bent me over the hood, ass in the air. “Then, I guess, I’m going to have some fun with Erin… and it’ll be all on you.”
A ragged breath left me when I felt him yank down my leggings. I should’ve just said what he wanted to hear, told him that, yes, I belonged to him in every way. That’s all he wanted. That’s what he needed. He needed to own someone wholly and completely. I should’ve swallowed my pride and agreed to be his, to keep Erin from the same fate as the chef.
Because he wouldn’t just play with her. He’d hurt her. He’d toy with her. He’d kill her. Gareth would make me regret not admitting aloud that I was his. He wanted to break me, and so he was going after the one girl I considered a friend here in Eastcreek.
I heard him undoing his own pants, and within a few more seconds, the bulbous tip of his cock found my entrance. His body lurched toward mine, pushing his cock inside me inch after inch, filling me up as he pinned me down against his car. He let out a moan that was more of a growl than anything else, his hands finding my hips, fingertips digging in. His hips began to rock with a fast, almost violent rhythm as he fucked me doggie-style.
I hated Gareth. I hated him. I hated myself for enjoying this, for feeling, for the first time, alive. In a weird and twisted way, he had no hope of breaking me, because I’d been broken my whole life. This… his darkness, the way it made me feel—it made me feel so alive.
Me, the girl obsessed with death, had found herself in a place with not one but two killers. Two dangerous men that had done all of this not for my mom, but for me. To get me here. To bring me under their roof so I could occupy Gareth’s time, so I could help keep him sane.
What if me plus him didn’t equal sane? What if he made me just as mad as him?
“By the time I’m done with your friend, you’ll be wishing you said it,” Gareth warned, his cock spearing me from behind over and over, continuously knocking the air from my lungs. “I’ll make you watch as I hurt her, as I bleed her out… as I fuck her like I’m fucking you right now. I’ll tie you down and make you watch as I make her come on my cock and slit her throat.”
I shouldn’t get off on the things he was saying. I shouldn’t be able to picture it so clearly in my head… but I did, and I could, and it made me moan as he continued to pummel me with that thick cock.
My nipples strained against the fabric of my bra, and I bit my lower lip to try to contain myself, to stop myself from crying out again. I didn’t want him to know how turned on I was, how his dark, depraved words made me go crazy.
But Gareth knew, because of course he did. He could probably feel the way my inner core tightened when he spoke, how my back arched and my legs spread a bit more for him. He went on, “I bet you’d get wet watching. I bet, deep down, you’d like it. I know you would.” He picked up his pace more, and this time, when his cock filled me, I couldn’t hold it in. A loud, pleasure-filled moan escaped me as the pressure built in my core.
Oh, God. I was going to come. I was going to come while he was talking about killing my friend. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“I’ll kill the whole fucking school if that’s what it takes, I don’t care. I’ll kill whoever I have to until you admit that you’re mine,” Gareth growled out. “This body is mine. This pussy is mine. Every single inch of you… all mine.” He slapped my ass at that, so hard the skin flared with heat afterward, but the pain only made me moan again.
I hated him. I hated him so much. I hated that he could turn a switch on my body and make me unravel like this. It was wrong on so many levels. And the things he was saying… they shouldn’t excite me, but they did. They really, really did.
“Come for me,” Gareth commanded me, his hips slapping against my ass violently. “Let me feel that tight pussy milk my cock for all its worth. Come for me, Brianna.” The way he growled out that last sentence made me a mewling mess.
I’d like to say I couldn’t come on command, but the way he fucked me, combined with the low, dangerous timbre of his voice and all the things he’d said prior, made me lose it.
A loud, earth-shattering groan came from my throat as pleasure surged throughout my body. My eyes slammed shut, every muscle in my lower half tensing up. My head had to lean down on the car, unable to stay up on its own. I lost myself to that heated bliss, the lingering high it left as the orgasm faded in my body.
“That’s right,” Gareth hissed out. “You’re mine, even if you won’t admit it yet.” Three more hard jerks of his cock inside me, and he came, too. He let out a roar as he filled me with his cum, spraying my inner walls, marking me. “But you will,” he breathed. “You’ll admit it soon enough.”
He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back, curling his hand against my throat tightly. The look he gave me was one of fire, of lust and hatred and desire all rolled into one. He hated that I wouldn’t admit it out loud. It bothered him perhaps more than anything had ever bothered him in his entire life.
“I have the feeling you and I will wreak beautiful, bloody chaos one day,” Gareth whispered, licking his bottom lip. He leaned down, stopping only when his nose grazed mine and his lips brushed up against mine with each word he spoke, “I cannot wait for the day you submit to me.”
I wanted to tell him off, but in the end, his mouth crashed against mine, kissing away any other retorts I might’ve had. My eyes closed. His lips commanded mine, took hold of every aspect of me and refused to let go. He swallowed me up, every single part of me, the kiss a vicious display of affection.
And it was over just like that. Gareth pulled himself off me, stuffed his cock away and fixed his pants. He ran a hand through his brown hair, gave me one last look, and then strolled through the garage, to the door to the house.
I remained where I was for a while, not moving off his car, with my leggings bunched down past my knees. My lungs struggled to keep a steady flow of air, and I breathed hard, unable to calm myself down.
I couldn’t let my pride get in the way. Erin didn’t deserve to be toyed with like that, and she definitely didn’t deserve to die at Gareth’s hands. And, as much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I didn’t want to watch him fuck her.
No. I had to swallow my pride and tell Gareth what he wanted to hear. I knew that, and yet… as I finally straightened myself out and pulled up my leggings, as I went to grab my bag from the car, I also knew that admitting it to him wouldn’t be easy. If I told him what he wanted to hear, he’d know Erin was a weak spot, and he could always threaten to use her against me again in the future.
I was trapped between a rock and a hard place, and I didn’t know what to do.
