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While Gareth debated this, I studied him. The squareness of his clean-shaven jaw was much like Alistair’s, though his mouth was either caught in a perpetual frown or a smirk, whereas his uncle never showed a hint of emotion on his face. His brown hair was slicked back, held in place by use of some kind of styling stuff. Whatever guys used, I didn’t know. He and his uncle were a lot alike in many ways, but at the same time, they were quite different.
Alistair was calculated, and every movement he made, everything he said, showed it. Gareth, on the other hand, was unpredictable, prone to fits. You never knew what was going on inside his head. Take now, for instance. Given his track record, he should be spitting mad, not sitting here, acting calm.
Well, calm for Gareth.
“No,” he finally relented. “I’m not going to kill him. Not yet, anyway. Maybe once we’re sure all this shit with Neo blows over—” He paused when I gave him a glare, and he rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. I won’t kill either of my uncles. Are you happy?”
The old me would’ve told Gareth I didn’t believe him, that I wasn’t stupid and I couldn’t trust a single word he said. But now… let’s just say things had changed. So, instead of saying anything like that, I asked, “Where did Alistair go?”
“He took Rick’s car back to the house.” Gareth pulled something out of his pocket, handing it to me. My phone. “That’s yours, I think. Alistair gave it to me before he left. We… searched the property, but we couldn’t find anything. Erin and her parents weren’t there.”
I didn’t know what that meant, so I decided to question him, “What does that mean?”
Gareth shrugged, and then he pushed the duffel bag to the foot of the bed, kicked off his shoes, and reclined next to me, pulling me down with him. “I don’t know,” he said once I was in his arms. “I’ll leave that to my uncles, as should you. They’re better at handling things like this.” He got quiet for a while, but I could practically hear his thoughts, and that was why I knew what he was going to say next.
“He told me what Neo did,” he muttered. He was laying on his side next to me, though he hadn’t crawled beneath the sheets. He draped an arm over my stomach, his other underneath my head so I used his arm instead of the pillow. “And he told me what you did… what you had to do.”
I shut my eyes, not wanting to think about it for more reasons than one.
Gareth’s chest rumbled. “I’m torn between being glad that fucker’s dead and pissed that he’s dead—because now I can’t make him pay for what he did to you.” His tone grew dark, menacing, the Gareth I’d first met all that time ago. Frightening. “He had no right to you. You’re mine.” As he said it, the arm over my stomach lifted, and he pulled the sheet off me, exposing my tits to him, which he then immediately pawed at.
I hated how quickly my body reacted to his, how instantly my nipples hardened into little points. Just signaling how turned on he could make me by exposing myself to him and greedily grabbing the nearest tit to claim it.
Gareth slipped his other arm out from beneath my head, moving so he could take the closest nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it hard, his wet tongue swirling around the sensitive nipple. I tried not to moan, tried not to lose myself in him like I’d just lost myself in Alistair, but it was so very hard.
My nipple left his mouth with a pop, and he glared at me, his gaze narrowed and murderous. “You’re mine, Brianna.” He moved his face so that it hovered beside mine, and his hand didn’t leave my tit. It remained cupping it, and he ran his thumb over the nipple, making me squirm.
“I wish I would’ve seen you,” he murmured, though he quickly added, “not fucking him, but the rest of it. I wished I could’ve watched you kill him.” His hand finally abandoned my tit, only so he could take off his glasses and set them on the nightstand.
Within another moment, it was back on my chest, massaging that same tit while his face buried itself in the crook of my neck. His teeth nipped at me, and then he kissed me and said, “I wished I could’ve watched you slit his throat like the pig he is. You were mad, Bri. Totally fucking insane, but I’m here for it.”
I bit my bottom lip to try to hold back any moans that threatened to surface while he nuzzled against my neck and played with my nipple.
“Do you know what I would’ve done if I was there?” he asked, kissing along my jaw.
“What?” I could hardly get the word out. It grew harder and harder to stay focused. Resisting Gareth was a waste of effort, and yet here I was, trying to do exactly that, though I wasn’t sure why.
Hmm. Maybe resisting Gareth was half the fun.
His hand left my tit, and he grabbed mine, bringing it to his crotch and forcing me to stroke his cock through his pants. It had started to get hard already, but after a few strokes, I could feel it stirring even more.
“That’s exactly what I would’ve done,” he whispered, “minus the pants, obviously. I would’ve covered you in cum while you killed him, and then I would’ve fucked you in the blood, with the blood. We both would’ve walked out of that house covered from head to toe.” He trailed kisses along my collarbone as he helped undo his pants so I could stroke his length free of clothes. He groaned once I had his cock in my hand.
My hand pumped along him, and I used my other to bring his face to mine. “If you were there, you would’ve seen him fuck me until he died,” I whispered, almost breathless. “His cock was in me when he stopped breathing. He fucked me even after dying.” The more I talked, the harder I worked Gareth’s cock. It twitched in my hand, the tip starting to ooze precum.
“Oh,” he murmured, “I knew you were a kinky freak. How’d you do it?” Gareth, pissed about someone else being inside me, but still wanting to know the gory details. If that didn’t sum him up as a whole, I didn’t know what would.
It was only because I felt better, stronger, that I was able to do what I did next. I pushed Gareth off me, rolling him to his back as I swung my leg around him, and I straddled him on the bed, his cock entering me immediately and causing us both to inhale sharply. My hips began to move as instinct took over, and my lips curled into a slow, sly smile.
Gareth didn’t appear too thrilled with being the one under me, but I didn’t care. No, I’d never ridden anyone before Neo… had to replace that memory with another one, and it might as well be with Gareth.
His hands found my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin so hard they’d leave bruises. He bared his teeth at me, but he didn’t try to pull me off him, to flip us again so that I was once more the one under him. He was always the one who took charge, who dictated what we did and how we did it. This was a nice change of pace.
“I distracted him by riding him like this, and then I leaned down,” I whispered, leaning my top half down over Gareth and resting my hands flat against his chest, over his shirt. “And I moaned into his ear.” With a rock of my hips, I let out a soft, fluttery moan directly into Gareth’s ear. “And then I reached into his pants and pulled out the knife.”
I pretended my left pointer finger was the knife in question, and pushed it against Gareth’s neck, right where the carotid artery rested beneath the flesh. With a flip of my hair, I straightened my back out, still rocking my hips. “I stabbed him,” I told him, watching as his green eyes filled with a lustful hunger that told me everything.
He might act like an asshole sometimes, but he craved me all the same. He needed me. Alistair had somehow chosen right—ironic, considering how much I’d fought them both in the beginning. I didn’t want any part of this fucked up family.
