Cut & Blow: Book 1

by Giannoccaro, Ashleigh

  “You can fuck each other over the kitchen island after we’ve discussed whatever you called me for.” Although I’m sure they just wanted me to see this, to know exactly what is going on here.

  I now wonder how long Trent has been screwing my husband behind my back, or if Rain sent him to pursue me.

  “What’s the matter, are you jealous, Love?” Trent says with a deep laugh, pushing Rain away and pulling his hand from his pants. “You want me to kiss and touch you. Does it make you hot and envious when I touch your husband that way?” He is stalking towards me. “You two dragged me into the middle of this sick mess; remember I never asked to be here.” He looks between us, from me to Rain and back to me. “So you don’t get to be jealous, you get to shut the fuck up.”

  The way he looks at me frightens me. His eyes are hooded and his fists are clenched tight. Staring him down as he moves like a cat, smoothly towards me, I swallow my fear and try to say something, but I have nothing. Looking past him I can see Rain, and he won’t make eye contact as he fixes his zipper and tucks his shirt back in. Trent steps inside my personal space and runs his knuckles down my cheek.

  “Stop it,” I hiss, moving away.

  “No,” he growls. “You know better than to tell me to stop, don’t you, Good Girl.”

  His voice purrs to the heat that I felt watching them, warming me in places I shouldn’t be getting hot right now. There’s something horribly wrong with me.

  Long fingers grip tightly around my throat, squeezing the arguments out of me, stripping me of the ability to think for myself. I know gentle isn’t the way Trent likes things, and this isn’t the first time he has throttled me.

  Only, then I was in control and had the ability to stop him. Somehow, the look in his eyes tells me I have no control and nothing is going to stop him now. I am a stupid, stupid girl. I lied to the gentle beast and unleashed the demon, and now I am stuck with him and the monster I married.

  You are going to end up dead, Ailee, fish food at the bottom of the river.

  “Come here, Rain.” Trent stops boring into my skull with his death glare.

  The sound of Rain’s shoes on the tiles as he steps closer and closer, my pounding heartbeat and the hum in my ears as I am starved of oxygen, become the soundtrack to accompany the life fading from my body. I feel my eyeballs filling with blood.

  The second my eyes flutter closed Trent lets go and I suck in a breath. My vision flashes back in patches to reveal my husband standing beside him. Trent whispers in his ear, with a hand splayed across his bare chest, and the contact turns my stomach.

  My brain registers that I am in real danger. Two unstable men look at me as if I am their next meal.

  His smell hasn’t changed in five years. When Rain comes so close that his body presses against mine, his body is the same too, with just the dusting of gray on his temples and crow’s feet around his eyes showing he has aged. I step back and he steps forward in a death tango, until I hit the solid island, stopping my escape.

  There is a fierceness in his expression, and I understand why everyone in the family fears him. I can see how short his fuse is. I reach out to push him, not that my little body can move his solid one, but it’s fight or flight and I have only one option left. Fight.

  He grips my small wrists and stops me as I start to cry and beg him, “Don’t please, Rain, don’t.”

  Memories flood my mind and none are good. I tried to forget, to move on with my life after we got married. The fear is still in me though, and his hands bring everything flooding back.

  “Shh, Ailee. Don’t fight me. I am not going to hurt you. Please, don’t fight, just do this. Be with us, let’s try. Today was so nice, having you with me and the family at last.”

  Rain pushes my hands down, holding them between us so he can pin my body against the counter with his. Leaning in, his beard scratches my face and I remember him without it. It hides him a little, makes the face less like the demon I have stuck in my mind.

  “Ailee, I am going to let go, then I am going to undress you. If you fight me, or stop me, then Trent will do it – and he’s angry. I can promise that I am not going to hurt you, I can’t promise he won’t.”

  “I don’t believe you. I just saw you two together and now you want me to trust you, Rain. Do you remember the last time you undressed me? The day after we were married? After you drove me across town and killed the boy who took my virginity? Do you remember peeling the blood soaked clothes off me? Because I remember. If you or Trent want me to undress, you can ask, and if I want to I will do it myself.” I fight his grip on me as the poisonous truth comes out loud enough for Trent to hear me, so he can know that this will end in his death at some point. “But I would rather go to bed now. I have work tomorrow.” My eyes are on the smile that adorns Trent’s smug face as Rain loosens the hold on me, but still pins me against the counter.

  “Go to bed, I’m coming,” he grunts at me, stepping back.

  I shoot an ‘I win’ look over my shoulder at Trent, and dart out of the kitchen and down the hall.

  I wait in the bed. I can’t hear them talking or anything else, just silence and the sound of the wind outside the bedroom window. I’m exhausted, but too afraid to sleep.

  As deep as the fear, I feel the tug of the love I feel for Trent pulling at me. I still want to make him happy. I want him to want me, to love me. I know he loves me, he has to.

  I roll over to face the window and start counting the patterns on the curtain to distract myself, to focus on anything but reality. This can’t be real. I feel like I have woken up in a bad dream and that if I just fall off a cliff I’ll jolt upright in my own bed, and none of this will have happened.

  My eyes are heavy and I shift around to try to stay awake. Dozing, I slip in and out of dreams and the starkly lit room. When the door opens I wake with a start and sit straight up in the bed. Rain closes it behind him and locks it, putting the key in his pocket. He looks at me, then down at the floor; it’s like he can’t face me.

  “Go to sleep, Ailee, I am going to shower.” He disappears to the bathroom, and I hear the water turn on and the flush of the toilet.

  The hushed sound of the water lulls me into the doze he woke me from, but deep sleep just won’t come. The door across the passage slams shut, waking me again, reminding me of how easy it was to sleep in Trent’s arms even when I was afraid or on edge, but now his presence feeds me terror.

  The bathroom and bedroom lights flick off, and we are left in the dull shine of the moon through the drapes. I see Rain’s silhouette as he drops the towel from his hips and hangs it on the door handle, before sliding into the bed next to me.

  “I’m sorry, Ailee,” he says, rolling onto his side to face me. I am now staring at the ceiling, wishing it will fall down and wake me from my nightmare. “I didn’t know what he would be like, that I would like him this way. I didn’t know how else to get you here, where I need you. Where I want you. I can’t let you go, but I can make him go.” He sounds anguished as he talks to me in the darkness.

  I can’t see his face but I can feel his words.

  “Is he going to stay forever, if he stays?” I ask the obvious question first.

  “No, this is temporary.”

  “How long have you been dating him? How long have you been using him to mess with me?” I feel the trail of liquid stream from my eye, down my cheek, and drop off onto the pillow case.

  “I’m not dating him, we met for the first time last night. Ailee, I didn’t plan this. I had no plan. Something just happened. He has a way of making me lose control. I wasn’t dating him, or messing with you.” His deep exhale and inhale are loud in the silence that settles between us. “This just happened. I don’t even know what it is.”

  “Are you gay?” I look at him now. I can’t see his face clearly, but catch the shine of his eyes in the light.

  “No, I’m not gay, Ailee. But I am attracted to him, like I would be to a woman. There’s something about him that I c
an’t ignore, or resist. I think you know because he won you over just as quickly.”

  “It’s that damn voice and the hair. They are like black magic.” I hear him snicker at my comment. “Rain, if he’s not going to stay forever, then let him go. I’ll play the wife, I promise to keep up appearances, but I can’t watch him love you when I love him so much.” I am crying now, the words stammer out through the tears and breaths as I try to talk through them.

  “I can’t watch you love him either, Ailee. I’ve watched for months now and it is driving me crazy. But, I’m not sure either of us is ready to just let him go.”

  I shake my head. I don’t know if he can see it, and he puts an arm over me, a gesture of comfort.

  “Go to sleep, Ailee, you have work in the morning. I’ll drive you.”

  I close my eyes and cry quietly, while he lies with a hand on my side.

  Seventeen

  Cut

  RAINIERI

  Ailee leaves the kitchen quickly, but the tension thick in the air doesn’t go with her. I didn’t mean for her to walk in, to see us.

  In a moment of pure lust I gave in to the desires that Trent draws from me, the burning need to touch him and have him touch me. It’s like the attraction you feel on a drunken one night stand, but without the booze, and he’s still going to be here in the morning.

  Trent closes the space between us. Harsh lines wrinkle his forehead while he frowns, his gait changes and his long strides slow to purposeful steps. I lean against the island where I had pinned Ailee, and watch him.

  My body stirs when I see him; even menacing and threatening the man is beautiful to look at. His chiseled jaw is just covered with a few days stubble, and his now shorter hair still hangs in his eyes.

  His shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, exposing his body to me, tempting me with the hardened ridges of muscle and ribs. The buckle of his opened belt dangles loosely and chinks while he walks, the sound drawing my eye to the outline of his dick through the fabric.

  He places his hands on the counter either side of me, trapping me as I trapped her, his smell permeating my brain, making rational thought impossible again.

  “Why did you do that, Rain?” he asks, the grumble of his voice deeper with his annoyance.

  I don’t know why I dismissed her. It was instinctual in that moment, because her fear was right here, tangible and real, and I needed to protect her from us – from this.

  “Do you feel that?” He pushes his erection against me. “You let her leave; I was going to fuck her, Rain. I was going to let you fuck her, show her what I see in you. But now, now what am I supposed to do?” He pushes harder for emphasis, but it only emphasizes how hard I am growing against his body.

  Her words about us over the island slither into my mind. A temptation that I can’t understand, a desire so feral I can’t ignore it. I have the sudden need to flee, to hide from the thoughts that have penetrated my mind, very wrong thoughts, thoughts I am certain he can read on my face.

  “You shouldn’t have done that, Rain. She likes it when I push her, it gets her hot and wet. I’m making you hot now, aren’t I? What are we going to do, Rain?” He grabs my cock between us, pushing me closer to the slippery edge of reason.

  I don’t know if I want this. I do know I am afraid of this – because I want her more than I will ever want him.

  “Do what you want, Trent, but leave her alone. She’s mine.” I didn’t like the way he had his hands on her. In fact, I don’t ever want him to touch her again. Ailee is mine. “Fuck me if you have to, but you will never touch my wife without asking me first ever again.” I see the ugly person beneath the surface as his jealousy flares, but I still want him.

  “You don’t think she’s going to come running to me? She loves me. You are the big bad murderer. Tell me, Rain, are you going to undress her after you kill me?” He’s stroking me now, and my breaths hitch as I fight them to force words out of my mouth. “Will you let her hug my dead body? Are you going to fuck her beside my corpse?”

  Who is this demon, and why do I want him so badly? The things he says are sick, yet they turn me on even more.

  “Rain, your wife will come scurrying back to me and I will fuck her raw and toss her out, just like she did to my heart. You two should be more careful who you hurt in future.”

  The friction of the fabric between his hand and my dick burns. Sliding my hand between us I open my fly, giving him access to touch me, and the feel of his hand gripping me, flesh on flesh, makes me growl as I try to hold back the need building like a volcano in me.

  “Leave her alone, Trent.” I threaten now, not sure if it’s because I really want him to leave her alone or if I want to push this … this thing between us, to the limit.

  Maybe I just need to purge this from my system. Maybe if we do this I can go on, without it clouding every thought I have. If it’s awful and I hate it, then I can just get rid of him, and remove him from my life, from our lives.

  The way he moves is fluid and confident, while I stutter and hesitate, but Trent commands my attention and my body with ease. Dropping my pants to my knees, he opens his and exposes his cock to me, the one I’ve watched so many times on the cameras when he and Ailee were intimate.

  Those same fingers grip me tight, strangling me, the way he just did her. Only he uses that grip to turn me and pin my upper body down on the countertop. I can feel the cool granite through my dress shirt.

  My mind is screaming at me to fight, to kick, to shove him off me and stop this. But my body betrays me. Every touch makes me want it more, and when he leans over and touches my face I feel him between my ass cheeks.

  There, like the threat of a dagger through my soul, cutting me in half, separating what I want from what I need. My fingers curl around the edge of the countertop as I hold on, preparing for whatever comes next.

  “Are you afraid of me, Rain?” he asks. “Of this?” He leans harder against me. “Or is this what you wanted all along? When you filmed us without consent, when you watched through the windows, was it me or Ailee you were falling for?”

  His hand snakes around my waist so he can grab my dick, the other still holding my neck down against the counter. He is strong for a lanky guy, and has a height advantage over me.

  I know I can get loose, I can escape this, but something in me doesn’t want to. I like the way it feels. I swell in his hand as he glides up and down between my ass cheeks.

  “She’s my wife, Trent. I am not gay, I was watching her.” I say the words, but my lies aren’t very convincing.

  Truth is, I was watching them.

  “Liar.” He leans over and hisses in my ear, his breath tickling over my skin. “Then why is your cock hard in my hand?”

  The darkness in his voice only excites me more, but the undercurrent of fear and shame start to bubble up.

  What am I doing? This isn’t right. “I don’t know why this happens to me when I’m near you, I don’t understand it. I don’t even know if I want it. But I can’t control it.”

  His grip on my head releases and he stands up behind me.

  I stay still, my body relaxed into the dizzy desire he causes with his touch. Closing my eyes I allow myself this, to just feel, and remind myself that it will be easy to get rid of him and all the evidence later. No one needs to know.

  “You want it, Rain, as much as I do. I wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you in the club last night. And there is no way I’d still be alive after kissing you, if you didn’t want me too.”

  His voice vibrates through his body; I can feel it everywhere we are connected.

  I hear the distinct sound of glass moving on the stone counter top, then a cool wetness on my lower back that runs down my ass crack. The distinct smell is one any good Italian knows, and my stomach knots with nerves when he starts to massage the olive oil into my skin, touching me in a way that no one ever has.

  My Nonna would die if she knew the expensive oil she gave me to cook with is being rubbed into
my ass by a man I barely know.

  I tense up. My entire body stiffens to reject his advances, but when his oily hand begins to work up and down my erection, there is no way I can even try to fight the feral desire I have been suppressing.

  He senses it, because as I relax and draw in a deep breath one of his fingers sinks inside me, no warning, no gentleness, just a sudden hard-intrusion that makes my back arch up off the counter, and my cock twitches in his hand. I have gone so hard it hurts when he slowly withdraws and forces his finger into me, ignoring my body’s instinct to reject it.

  Another finger forces its way inside me. The sting as it tears my skin makes me hiss and pull away, but his hand in front stops me with a hard jerk on my dick and I am forced onto them, taking the pain with the unexplainable pleasure.

  “Ahh.” My moan comes out louder than expected.

  “You wanted this, didn’t you, Rain?”

  Trent’s voice is sinister as his finger-fucks my ass. My shame, doubt and embarrassment, have given way to the burning need to cum.

  “Rain, I am going to fuck you, like I fucked your wife for months. I am going to draw every scream and moan out of you.”

  His filthy words only make me harder, more desperate, and now it’s me that moves, forward and backwards, the sensation stripping me of my inhibitions.

  My chest burns as every breath is filled with his scent, our bodies heated against one another. Bending over so his torso is against my back, he pushes me back down, bending my body so my backside is forced outwards towards him.

  Trent bites my neck hard enough to hurt when he pulls his fingers from me. I feel empty, and the sudden absence of pain has me almost cumming in his hand right now. Every noise is suddenly deafening, the clank of the glass bottle on the counter, the jingle of his belt buckle, the rustle of fabric moving.

  The smell of the oil mixed with cologne is all consuming, as I feel his fingers massaging more of it against my asshole. They tease, pressing but not entering me, making me buck.