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“Look at her,” Rhys says in such a calm voice that even I feel afraid.
When he doesn’t look at me, Rhys stands up straight and cocks his head a little like the maniac he is. “If you don’t look at her, I’ll break your fucking jaw right now!”
I’ve tasted Rhys’ anger before and I know what a monster he can be if he wants to.
My father glances up at me. Those dark, grey of his are still so unsettling and strange.
“Did you enjoy it and if you say no and lie, I’ll slit your fucking throat and gut you like a pig,” Rhys says as he reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a black switchblade.
My father nods once and that’s all it takes for Rhys to lose it. He takes the switchblade, flips it open and stabs my father right in the centre of his throat. There are weird gurgling sounds as he pulls the knife out and dark blood sprays from the open wound and onto Rhys’ jersey.
But he doesn’t stop there. He stands back and raises his arms again and starts beating the fuck of my father with his hockey stick.
Each time the stick connects with his head, there’s an awful cracking sound. It’s as if my brother is possessed by some other inhuman being. Something seeking revenge and a craving for blood. He grunts and swings out again and again and again, blood splatter covering his beautiful face with each hit.
My father is completely unrecognisable and I can’t make out the wounds or see his ugly grey eyes anymore from the amount of blood gushing from his head. My stomach turns at the site.
My brother staggers forward and even then he doesn’t plan to stop until I reach out and grab his shoulder.
Rhys drops the bloody, splintered hockey stick and turns around, before crushing me against him in a fierce hug.
“Pi,” he whispers and a deep groan escapes his throat. I can feel the way his body is trembling from all that rage and exertion.
“He’s gone,” he whispers into my hair. “You’re okay now. He’s never going to be able to ever hurt you again.”
“And it’s all because you saved me,” I say.
Rhys releases me from his hug, takes my hand and leads me upstairs.
We don’t go to my room, but to his and I’m glad about that. When we do this, I want it to be in a place where we’ll create different memories, not a place tainted with bad memories and things I desperately wanted to forget.
We barely make it into his room before the clothes start falling off. Rhys kisses me with a different kind of urgency. It’s rough and needy. The kiss we’ve both been craving from the very start and now we can have it.
I slide my knickers down my thighs and just as I’m about to take off his hockey jersey, Rhys stops me and drags his mouth away from mine.
“Don’t take it off,” he says, grabbing me by my waist and throwing me onto his bed as if I weigh nothing. “I want to fuck you in it.”
I spread my legs for him and watch as Rhys unzips his pants and lets his big cock spring free.
He climbs onto the bed, discarding his shirt on the floor. Everything in this moment is perfect. The air is cool and the eerie glow from the moon streams in through the glass windows.
Rhys grabs me by my waist, before settling down in between my legs. His mouth finds mine in the dark in a soft, tender kiss. That’s when he enters me. There’s a few seconds of pain and discomfort at having a cock as big as his moving inside of my pussy for the first time.
“Are you okay?” he asks against my lips.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He fills me all the way and I gasp, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. It feels so fucking good.
We move together in the dark. Soft bites and urgent kisses with our tongues fighting against each other and steady thrusts.
I place my hands on his hot shoulders and turn him over, with my thighs wrapped tightly around him.
Now I’m on top and Rhys is lying back against his pillow looking like the most pleased man in the world. I could get used to this every day.
“Ride my cock, baby,” he instructs and I do.
I move up and down, letting his length slide in and out of me. My hips move in a circular motion and I throw my head back, taking what I need from his cock.
