Dark | Erotica | Contemporary Romance
Date: November 17, 2015
by: As the Page
dreams were our heart’s desires. My nightmares, however, became my
brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He is
handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college’s basketball
team and now gone pro, he’s more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than
For years, I bit my nails,
unable to look away.
Fane, but everyone calls her Rika.
dinner table. She looks down when I enter a room and stills when I am close. I can always feel the fear rolling off of her, and while I haven’t had her body, I know that I have her mind. That’s all I really want anyway.
leaves for the military, and I find Rika alone at college.
*This scene was cut from Chapter 8. In the final cut, Rika goes up to her room, changes clothes, and leaves the house. In the original cut, there’s a confrontation in her bedroom before she leaves.
“Stay away from her,” he ordered. I let my eyes fall closed as I tipped my chin down. Embarrassment heated my cheeks, and I could feel everyone’s eyes on me.
Jesus, Trevor. No one said anything for a few moments, but judging from the silence and lack of movement as I stared at my plate, everyone was waiting for Michael.
“Who?” I finally heard him ask.
And I swallowed, hearing a couple of quiet laughs go off around the table.
“Rika,” Trevor growled. “She’s mine.”
I heard Michael breathe out a laugh, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him push back his chair and stand up. He tossed down his napkin on his plate and grabbed the carton of milk.
“Who?” he asked again.
Will bowed his head, laughing louder this time as his body shook. I looked up, seeing Damon, smiling wide and looking smug.
I wanted to fold into myself and disappear forever. I must’ve been amusing today. A momentary distraction, and now it was back to being nothing but something to sidestep as we passed each other in the house.
My skin burned.
Trevor’s anger radiated, and I stared ahead while they all got up from their chairs, laughing and gloating as they followed Michael out of the dining room.
I wasn’t sure who I was most angry with: Trevor or them. At least Trevor would fight for me. Had I expected Michael to when his brother challenged him just now?
I didn’t know what I thought.
I wanted him to. He finally saw me today in the catacombs, but now it was as if it’d never happened.
No. Michael wasn’t the type. He would never fight for anything but himself.
Trevor sat down, hard breaths pouring in and out through his nose.
I pushed my plate away, no longer hungry. “Trevor…” I started, feeling guilty, but I didn’t know what else to do with him.
I’m not yours,” I told him. “I’m not anyone’s.”
“You’d fuck him in a heartbeat if he looked at you twice.”
I scowled, hardening my jaw. I was getting sick of being pushed around.
Shoving back my chair, I bolted up and stormed out of the dining room.
My eyes burning with anger, I charged across the foyer, noticing the door leading to the garage open. I glanced up, seeing Michael toss a black duffell to Kai who stowed it in the G-class.
He turned his hooded eyes on me but then immediately dropped them, carrying on with loading his car as if I weren’t there.
I jogged up the stairs and powered down the hallway to my room. Slamming the door closed behind me, I breathed hard, shaking and finally letting my face crack. I ran my fingers over the top of my head, through my hair, and folded my lips between my teeth, so I wouldn’t cry.
I needed to go home. The Crist house, once my haven, full of noise and laughter, now felt like a cage. Trevor constantly pursued me, and the one person whose attention I did want barely noticed me. I had to fend off one brother while putting up a front of indifference with the other, and I wanted to have some fun.
Noah. And Claudia. I’d go home and spend some time with my mom and then call them for a night out.
Slipping off my flats and tearing off my uniform, I opened a dresser drawer and dug out some clothes I kept here. I unhooked my bra, discarding it on the floor, wanting to rid myself of anything annoying. My patience was dried up.
My skin crawled, and I heaved a sigh, wanting to scream my fucking lungs off.
Assholes. All of them.
Pulling on the gray tank top over my bare breasts, I slid my legs into a pair of tight jeans and tucked my hair behind my ear, suddenly feeling a little better. The cotton tank had a built-in shelf—thankfully, since my breasts were too big to go without any support—and the jeans stretched with my body.
“Looks like I missed the good part.”
I looked up from buttoning my jeans and saw Trevor walking into my room, closing the door behind him.
“What are you doing?” I asked, seeing his eyes scale down my body.
Trevor had touched me before, and we’d even made out a few times when I tried giving us a chance, but I’d always been straight with him. I didn’t feel what he did.
He stalked slowly toward me, looking like he’d calmed down since being downstairs.
“Just give me a chance,” he asked, speaking softly. “I want you so much.”
He reached out, taking the back of my neck and bringing me into his body.
“Trevor,” I protested, trying to be gentle, because I hated hurting his feelings.
“Just a chance, Rika,” he pleaded.
He backed me up to the bed and cupped my ass in both hands, pressing me into him. “Feel me. Close your eyes and feel me. That’s all I ask.”
He captured my mouth, moving fast and hard over my lips and instantly slipping his tongue in. He moaned, and I immediately pressed my hands against his chest, trying to twist away.
“Trevor,” I grunted.
No. I couldn’t do this.
But he pushed me down on the bed, anyway, and I dropped my hands behind me to catch myself.
“Come on.” He came down on me, breathing hard with lust in his eyes. “You know I love you.”
He buried his lips in my neck and grinded between my legs. “God, you’re so hot,” he whispered, and heat covered my skin as he pulled down one side of my tank top, exposing my breast.
“Trevor, no,” I fought, tears stuck in my throat. “Get off me!”
“Please, Rika.” Desperation thickened his voice. “Just a chance.”
I pushed at his chest, but every time I got him an inch off my body, he came right back down.
He dove for my nipple, and my stomach rolled, feeling the heat of his mouth and teeth tugging at my flesh.
I didn’t think. I brought up hand and slapped him, his head jerking to the side with my blow. “Get off me!”
He stopped and brought his head up, glaring down at me, fury reddening his face. I winced, scared of what he was going to do.
But I didn’t have a chance to find out. My bedroom door swung open, the knob bouncing off the wall as it hit.
“Michael wants to talk to you,” a deep voice said, coming from behind Trevor.
I yanked my shirt back up and pushed Trevor off me.
Kai stood leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, while Damon hung around the corner, looking amused at what he saw.
Trevor stood up, finally looking over his shoulder. “Fuck you. Get out of here.”
Michael never needed to talk to Trevor about anything, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t grateful for the interruption.
I took my chance, jumping off the bed to get away from him.
Damon stepped into the room, staring at Trevor. “Get your ass downstairs,” he ordered. “Now.”
Trevor’s back instantly straightened. Most people did what Kai told them to do.
But everyone did what Damon told them to.
Trevor let out an angry breath and didn’t even look at me as he barreled out of the room. Damon smirked, raising his eyes to me once before following Trevor.
Kai pushed off the doorframe, straightening. “Michael wants you to go home,” he told me.
I narrowed my eyes. Since when did Michael give a shit what I did?
Fuck it. I charged over to the closet and grabbed the black hoodie, yanking it off the hanger and walking for the door. I’d wanted to go home anyway.
But Kai blocked the doorway and made no move to let me through.
I dug in my eyebrows, glaring up at him. “If he wants me gone, then let me leave.”
His eyelids thinned as he studied me, and it looked like he wanted to smile. Taking out his hand from under his crossed arms, he reached over and hooked the strap of my tank top with his finger, dragging it back up to my shoulder from where it had fallen on my arm.
Chills spread over my skin at his touch, and I faltered when he continued to stare down at me.
Finally moving aside, he let me leave, and I charged down the hallway, slipping on my sweatshirt.
What the hell was that?
Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series. She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much
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