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“I want to break her into tiny pieces, so small she can’t put herself back together again.” My hands curl into fists.
“Metaphorically, you mean?” Kirill asks.
“Yes, metaphorically, you stupid cunt. I don’t cut girls up and put them in suitcases.”
Kirill reaches me in four strides and cuffs me around the back of the head. I smack him back and then he punches me half-heartedly in the stomach. We stare at one another for a long beat, and then we crack up laughing.
“So…” he asks between laughs, “what do you want to do with our little Duchess next?”
I rub my hand over my lips. “We’re running out of time. The wedding is next weekend, and I need her and her bitch mother running for the hills by then. It’s time to turn up the heat.” I think for a moment. “Let’s dig a bit deeper into her past. Her dad died, right? Who the fuck was he? Did he have some connections and that’s what got Mackenzie and her mother a free pass to Verona Falls?”
Kirill jerks his chin. “I have some contacts. I’ll see what I can find out.”
“It’s the fight this week, too,” Tino says. “You’re fighting for South House this time, aren’t you, Kirill?”
Kill cracks his knuckles. “Yeah, and I’ve been preparing for it. Don’t worry. I’ll still have time to do some digging.”
“I have to admit,” Tino pouts, “I’ll miss her when she’s gone. I’m kind of liking having her around.”
I clench my jaw. “There are plenty of other girls for you to mess with.”
“None like her, though. She’s got this innocent look going on, but when she gets down to it, she’s as filthy as a whore. Honestly, a guy could get used to having that sweet mouth around his cock.”
Kirill nods in agreement. “Her body is smoking hot, too. Those long limbs and high tits. You’ve seen her, Dom, though perhaps not as much as we have.”
He throws a wink to Tino, and I clench my fists. It’s not often I actually come close to knocking one of them the fuck out, but I am right now. Why am I feeling this way? We always share women, and I’ve never been jealous. Maybe it’s because they’re not sharing. They got the chance to taste her, and I didn’t.
“I’m going back to my room,” I announce. I need to get out of there before I do or say something stupid. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
I put my head down and leave the same way Mackenzie did. I follow in her footsteps. I’ll go back to my room for a couple of hours, but I don’t plan on staying there. I’m too wound up. I can’t get Mackenzie out of my head, and I feel like I’m going to go crazy with it. I came while I was watching her little porn film, but it’s not the same as having the real thing.
What is it about this girl? My pretty little soon-to-be stepsister. My cock jumps at the thought of us being related. My stepsister. Fuck, how I love the thought of that. Of being able to degrade her while calling her my little sister.
I stop myself. I can’t have that fantasy. If I have my way, she’ll be gone from Verona Falls before she’s ever officially my stepsister.
My fingers itch, and I stuff them in my pockets. There’s one thing that’ll help, but I don’t want to do it. Each time I get the urge and give in, I swear to myself it’ll be the last time, and I won’t be so weak again.
Each time, I fail.
I get back to my room but stay out of the bathroom where the razorblades are kept. If I don’t go near them, I won’t succumb. I slip my hand under my tee and trace the scars beneath my armpit. The muscle flexes beneath my fingertips. I always do it in a place that’s not going to get noticed—or at least not noticed so easily. It’s normally the inside of my thighs, but sometimes there are already too many cuts in that area, so I have to choose a different one.
I’ve fucked plenty of women, but not a single one has seen me completely naked.
I pace around, trying to let enough time pass so I can do what I plan to do next.
Eventually, I leave my room again and sneak back up the hallway. It’s after three a.m. now, and no one else is around. That’s good. I can’t have anyone seeing me.
I have a key to her room. She doesn’t know that, of course, though she must be asking herself how I keep getting in there.
I kick off my shoes at the door, wanting to move as quietly as possible. No sound of movement or any other noise comes from behind the door. I’m sure she’s asleep.
Carefully, I turn the key in the lock. I bet more modern dorms are using key cards by now, but in this place the doors are thick, solid wood, the locks heavy iron. There’s a slight click as it catches, and I cautiously turn the key.
I pause, waiting to hear her cry of ‘who’s there?’ but none comes. My heart beats too fast, the blood pounding in my ears. That’s not the only place rushing with blood. I’m already hard at the thought of being around her while she’s so fucking vulnerable.
Entering the room, I seek out her bed. She hasn’t pulled the drapes, and there’s enough moonlight for me to be able to see her, lying there. She’s definitely sound asleep and has no idea I’m here.
I cross the room to stand beside her bed. Disappointingly, the covers are pulled up around her shoulders, hiding her body from me.
