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“Stop being so fucking dramatic and focus! We don’t have time for this shit, Fallon!”
“Gonna choke me again?” she says defiantly. Taunting me while arching her pelvis up to mine. My cock is hard beneath my pants.
“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Craving my cum dripping out of your pussy while I have you pinned here. Harper watching. You are fucking filthy.”
Clearing her throat, Harper begins tapping her foot on the dusty wood floor. “As cute as this angry foreplay is, I did not pay for this subscription, Merrick. Let her go because I think I found the perfect initiation outfit. Fallon, get over here.”
Before I let Fallon go, I place my free hand on her pant-clad pussy, “You. Are. Soaking. Fucking. Wet. I knew it, desperate slut,” I whisper in her ear before stepping back and letting her go and disappearing.
The need to destroy her, make her bend and scream has only heightened, withered and trembled from my touch and fear. I can’t explain it other than I’m fucked in the head. But what she said earlier ignited a fire inside of me and not the way she hoped for.
Fucking bitch. I didn’t leave my brother. I showed him how important it was to get out. Obviously, I didn’t know then what I do now. But what’s done is done.
Blood for blood.
FALLON
Nothing good happens when Merrick pops up, and this time was no different. He thrived on having Harper here. It gave him an audience for his bullshit.
I let him see he was getting to me.
I’m so fucking weak. That bastard. Bringing up my dad.
“Fallon, focus. Look,” Harper shouts impatiently at me. Turning around, I snap, “What!”
Her face drops as she continues holding up the black corset bodysuit she wanted to show me.
“I’m sorry. Merrick… He knows how to push my buttons, and I’m sorry. Show me. What did you find? Please.” Harper nods, “I know. I can feel your tension from here. It’s ok, Fal. Let’s forget him and focus on this!” She bounces on the balls of her feet with renewed excitement.
Harper holds out the black fabric to me and I gently take it, unsure of how old it could be. Joanie definitely would not be caught rocking this.
The black corset bodysuit with thin shoulder straps, lined with black rhinestones, is absolutely stunning. I rub my fingers over it in amazement. Turning it over, I notice it’s a thong. What naughty ancestor was wearing this? The thought makes me smile. The backing has rows of loose, thick black ribbon waiting to be tightened.
“Fal, this could be perfect and it looks your size. Let me take this home. I have the perfect thing to go with it.” Harper is beaming. How can I turn down that face?
“Ok, let’s do this. But wait, you can sew?” Questioning back with a raised eyebrow. This is so delicate, I would hate for it to be ruined.
“I sew up dead people for a living. How much harder could this be, really?” Oh sweet Jesus, my eyes widen. Sewing clothes is a little different from sewing dead people, but I can’t ruin her excitement and decide to go with it, “Alright. That settles it.”
Harper rushes me, wrapping her arms around me squealing, “You won’t regret this! Thank you.”
Right. The outfit has been found and being handled.
Now for the impossible task of getting that fucking goblet away from Joanie.
Chapter17
Merrick
“Fallon! You think you can come in here and make a goddamn mess of everything?” Joanie announces her arrival.
Harper left some time ago and Fallon has had her head buried in the books, reading up on the town's history and searching for family information.
How fucking boring.
“FALLON!” Joanie screams at the top of her lungs. Here come the fireworks. I’m sitting on the staircase that goes to Joanie’s wing, leaning back on my elbows with my legs extended and crossed at the ankles. She can’t see me. She will never fucking see me.
Fallon runs out of her room where she was reading and rushes down the grand staircase, stopping at the landing where they part in two directions, and stands there in her black sweatpants and oversized white tee. Her hair is in a high messy pony. The girl is gorgeous. I’ll give her that much. Her button nose, pouty lips, and the smattering of freckles that bridge over her nose.
