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After the door slammed shut behind me, I flinched, and the remorse hit me hard.
I can't keep going like this. Not at this pace. Not with him. I can't let him get inside my mind, or worse, somehow... into my soul, because once, a long time ago, he said some things that the mere memory of sends shivers down my spine.
Let me inside you now, and later into your soul. It's okay, Becca. I won't be upset if you don't love me, as long as you love the way I fuck you from behind, right here, in your father's church, kneeling humbly, hands folded, eager for my thick and skilled cock.
His words have etched into my mind.
I found out late what his true intentions were, only when he decided to tell me straight to my face what he wanted from me. I was too in love to focus on anyone else, on anything else. All I wanted was his brother's attention, so I ignored the attention he was offering me.
I would have to lose my mind to ever have any genuine feelings for this man, because that's what he's become, a real man.
At just twenty-three years old, Manasseh is a massive man, with broad shoulders and arms of steel. His features have hardened due to contact sports, which have remained a discipline for him even now. The only thing still the same is his blond hair. Even the color of his eyes has changed. Now the once-clear blue has taken on cold shades of gray, ready to make you tremble with fear or pleasure.
There's no middle ground with him, and he's shown me he's so fucking good at both.
Now, when I look at him, I see a deceptive pond, which once, if you tried to see your reflection in it, you wouldn't have succeeded because the water was too murky. Now, the water has calmed, and you can see the chaos lying within it, like piles of dirt that accumulated and kept piling up, under the ignorant gazes of all those who passed through his life, throwing even more garbage in there.
The pond inside Manasseh hasn't dried up, it just filled up more and more with everyone's trash, feeding the monsters beneath the layers of mud, ready to kill any living being that came close.
When I look into his eyes, I no longer see anything good there, as if his heart has become a place incompatible with any possible form of emotion.
If initially his door-knocking was followed by his typical threats, capable of making me open up, in the end, I did it.
I would have done it anyway, because I am aware of one thing. Nothing can stand between me and Manasseh when he wants to reach me at any cost.
So, for the umpteenth time, I yielded to one of the Morgenstern brothers, and something inside me tells me it won't be the last time either.
I turn the lock and take a few steps back.
Instead of barging in like I expected, he opens the door slowly, with a deep creak as in a damned horror movie, revealing his imposing silhouette from the doorstep.
The entire bathroom is adorned in expensive marble, with black ceramic furnishings and gilded edges. The hall behind him is dimly lit, which gives it an even more mysterious aura when his gaze is lightened up by the soft lantern on the wall.
His look confirms that he holds control. This, by the way, has never changed, but I bet this sadistic asshole loves proving it to me, any time he gets the chance.
“Don't be so naive, Becca! No human was born capable of standing between the two of us. Not the past, not all those years, nothing. When do you ever think a piece of wood could stand between me and you?” His voice is oddly calm, cold, without a hint of inflection or a grimace on his face. “And you know it too. Nothing can stand between us.”
His face is completely devoid of emotion. I don't see the anger he unleashed on the door earlier, using his fists, nor the stress a normal person would feel after someone attempted to kill him, or the emotion from the earlier moment on the terrace, it all seemingly failed to chip away at his stone heart.
Manasseh is unfazed by any of the events of this crazy day, while I'm a total wreck, my inner turmoil causing my body to tremble with exhaustion, and the pains breaking down the last bit of strength.
“You terrify me,” two words slip from my lips, choked, in a thin, altered, vulnerable voice.
“Is that before or after that incredible oral? Which one exactly?” His eyes narrow, and I can't tell if he's being sarcastic or genuine, making it annoyingly not clear when it's my turn.
“What's wrong with you?! Are you even human?!” I yell, like I’ve reached my breaking point.
Back in the day, that comment might've amused him, giving him a massive ego boost, because it's no secret that Manasseh is a walking red flag, his pride being his fiercest enemy both for himself and those around him, now his face is stone-cold.
“You're flattering me, but you're right. Sometimes I freak myself out... especially when I think about you and what I wanna do,” he drops his voice low, all calm, and it's giving me the chills. “I'm impatient, even though we've got all the time in the world,” he tilts his head and checks me out from head to toe.
All of a sudden, the vibe of the room shifts.
I'm impatient… His words make my stomach twist into knots.
A whirlwind of emotions hangs in the air. My fear and concern are overshadowed by Manasseh, who's brimming with carnal desire. The hunger in his gaze practically burns my skin as his eyes follow these imaginary trails along my body, making me squeeze my legs together and hug myself tight. His look just reinforces what his words already told me.
He wants me so intensely, it hurts.
