“I love you.” She gasps, licking her lips. “I love you …”
I slam my lips to hers again.
This fucking bitch never loved me. We slept with each other and with other people for a long time to hide how we really felt for one another, so I’m not innocent in this situation. But I believed it would be me and her in the long run, and then she played me. If I were an honest loser, I would bow and tell her good fucking job. But I’m a sore loser. Especially at my own game.
Her hands come up to my chest, and I smile in the darkness. That’s right, baby, come to me. Let yourself think I’ll save you from the darkness when I’m really gonna drown you in it. Mine go to her hips, and I slide my fingers in the belt loops of her jeans.
“Deke, I’m …” She whispers so softly that I barely hear her, but the sound travels straight to my dick, and it goes hard on its own. Fuck, I want to pin her down and fuck my hate out on her. She gasps when I rub my hips into hers.
“I know, baby.” She can’t deny it anymore. She wants me, just not like I want her.
My hands leave her jeans and trail up her sides and then my knuckles skim over her breasts through her shirt. Her heavy breathing fills the confined blackness we have found ourselves in alone. I run my hand over the skin of her neck, and I can feel her pulse racing. And like before, she doesn’t stop me and makes no move to push me away, so I push a little further. My hand fists her hair, and I gently pull her head back. She’s panting when I skim my lips against hers. My other hand cups her face, and I can feel the tremble in her body pushed up against mine.
I smile to myself.
“I’m gonna kiss you now.” I give her one warning. One chance to push me away or kick me in the balls. If she doesn’t, who knows how far this will go right here and now. I’ve got three months of pent-up aggression for this woman, and I’ll make her like every fucking moment of it.
Her hands fist my shirt, and I chuckle before pressing my lips to hers. Her body goes stiff against mine. I move my hand on her face down to wrap around her waist and grip her ass over her jeans, rubbing my hips into hers again. She begins to soften. Her hands come up to wrap around my neck, and my kiss grows frantic when her tongue sweeps over mine. She tastes different. She used to remind me of fresh air—the woman I loved. A woman I planned to spend the rest of my life with. Silly, right? Now she tastes like betrayal and bitterness—the lying little slut I know her to be. And for some reason, that turns me on even more. No more pretending. No more lies. I can fucking hate her while making her love me.
My hand tightens in her hair, and she whimpers into my mouth. She pulls away from the kiss, and I spin her around to face the wall I had her back pressed up against. She gasps as I press her chest into the wall. I push my hips forward, letting her feel my hard dick rubbing on her ass. She never gave that up to me, but she will this time. My right hand still holds her by her hair, and the other comes around her waist to undo the button on her jeans. She sucks in breath after breath as I slide my fingers down into her lace underwear. When I make it to her shaved pussy, she whimpers. I can’t help but chuckle to myself because she’s so fucking wet.
That’s something no woman can fake.
I smirk in the darkness and lean down to kiss her neck when I pull her head back. She wears the same perfume that reminds me of cherries, and it makes my mouth water. “Miss me, baby?” I nip at the skin, pushing two fingers into her. Her breath hitches as she squirms under my touch. I pull them out and then slide them in again. “I missed this fucking pussy wrapped around my cock … sitting on my face …”
She tilts her head back farther, twisting in my grasp, and her lips find mine. She’s frantic, nipping my lips with her teeth and sucking on my tongue. She twists in my arms, and her nails dig into my neck. My fingers work in and out of her while she bucks her hips. Yanking her head back, she sucks in a deep breath and one of her hands goes to my hard dick. She presses on it through my jeans. I expect her to take it out and start stroking it, but she doesn’t. I add a third finger, and a strangled cry rips though the darkness as her pussy tightens around my fingers. “Fuck, baby. Come for me,” I order, panting myself. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”
She pulls my lips to hers again, and I feel her body shudder against mine while my thumb massages her clit, and then she’s coming all over my fingers. She whimpers into my mouth, her shaking body clinging to mine, and her nails digging into my skin as I hold her to me. I knew it wouldn’t be hard to make her weak.
I’m just about to undo my pants and fuck her right here inside this haunted house when her hands hit my chest, and she shoves me back. When I reach out, all I feel is wall. “Becky?” I reach to my right. Nothing.
I spin around as a light shines in my eyes, and I blink quickly at the invasion. “Hey, man. Sorry about that. We’re having some electrical difficulties in this building. Everyone has to exit this part of the tour.” It’s the guy from the first scene. The one who was giving the woman in a straitjacket hydrotherapy. His jeans and shirt drip water onto the floor. He smiles at me and gestures to a door behind me with his flashlight, that I hadn’t found earlier.
“Thanks,” I grumble, readjusting my hard dick.
I shove open the door and look across a courtyard to see Austin and Cole talking to Becky and Seth while they stand next to a few vendors.
Cole looks up and spots me walking toward them. “Where the hell have you been?” he asks.
“Got lost.” I look at Becky, and she doesn’t even acknowledge me. Just bows her head and takes a drink of the Coke in her hand.
I smirk. She’s embarrassed. Cute.
“How did you get lost?” Austin asks. “They kicked us out the moment the lights went off.”
“Huh?” I question, looking away from Becky to her.
Austin pops some Sour Patch gummies in her mouth before answering. “The lights went out. I thought it was the blackout attraction.” She frowns, clearly disappointed. “But a guy grabbed Cole and ushered us all out here.”
I look at Becky. Her drink is almost gone. And I frown. How did she …? “How long have you been out here?” My question is directed at her. She gives me her back, turning to face Austin, still ignoring me.
I roll my eyes at her. So we’re gonna pretend I didn’t just get her off in a haunted house.
“Oh, there you are, babe,” Seth calls out.
We all spin around to see Demi coming toward us. Her blond hair is now up in a messy bun on top of her head, but she has a smug smile on her face. Not her usual scowl. It makes me frown.
“Where did you go?” he asks her. “I’ve been worried.”
I look back at Becky, and she still faces away from me. My eyes scan over her jeans and tennis shoes. Then I look over her shirt and notice she’s wearing a jacket. She didn’t have that on a minute ago. Maybe she went to my SUV and got it. But then I realize I have the keys in my pocket.
I start to get a sickening feeling in my stomach. Oh, God no … I look back at Demi.
Her blue eyes meet mine before returning to her boyfriend. “Restroom.” Then she blows a bubble.
“Hey, I asked if you had gum earlier, and you said no.”
Her eyes find mine again. And my entire body goes rigid as fear creeps up my spine.
“I didn’t. Borrowed it from a friend.”
“Have any more?” he asks her.
“Nope. But you can have this one.” She puts her finger in her mouth, twirls it around and pulls it out with the gum on the end. He places her finger in his mouth, and he sucks it off.
I think I’m going to vomit. Was that my gum? Did I kiss and finger Becky or was it fucking Demi?
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This can’t be happening … No! It was Becky. No doubt in my mind. It was Becky! Wasn’t it?
“Mmm, cinnamon,” he says, nodding his head.
CHAPTER FOUR
DEMI
THE LOOK ON Deke’s face is priceless. The bastard really had no idea who the fuck I was. How
did he not know I wasn’t Becky? I told him earlier that guys only think with their dicks, and I just proved myself right. All he needed was a willing body, and he pounced. It didn’t fucking matter who I was.
My eyes go to Cole who stands next to Austin with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, staring at me and Deke. I smile sweetly at him, but he doesn’t return it because he knows something is up. That’s Cole Reynolds for you. Always fucking watching. Always aware of what is going on around him. He has to be three steps ahead of everyone and ready to pounce if need be.
Everyone else is oblivious to Deke’s unease and my smug smile. All in their own little world talking about pointless shit.
“Aww, man. I’m out.” Austin pouts, crumpling her empty bag of gummies.
“I’ll get you some more.” I take the opportunity to walk away and make my way over to the somewhat long line while everyone decides if we’re gonna stay at this pathetic freak show or call it a night. This place just doesn’t do it for me. I like to be scared. I like the thrill—heart racing, paralyzing fear—and this place doesn’t give me that. Throw spiders on me or chase me down with a knife. Hell, lock me in a tomb and make me think I was buried alive. If I wanted to watch a woman being drowned in a bathtub, I would stay home and watch a Lifetime movie about a jealous boyfriend.
I just pull my cell out of my back pocket to check the time when I’m spun around. Deke stands there, glaring down at me. His blue eyes shimmering with rage. Guess the shock has worn off.
“What the fuck was that?” he demands.
“That was an orgasm,” I answer. “Thanks, by the way.” My legs are still wobbly. I had to take a minute for myself after I came. I ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself up the best I could, but my underwear is still soaked.
He shoves his hands through his dark hair aggressively, making it look sexier than it already did. The muscles in his arms stretch his white shirt to the point I think the seams may burst. His arms fall to his sides, and he takes in a deep breath. “Why the fuck didn’t you stop me?” he growls.
That is the million-dollar question. I could have. But why would I? I can’t stand either one of them. I wanted him to think he was getting a piece of his ex. And hell, he got me off. I’m not gonna lie, that was a surprise. Who knew Deke wouldn’t have any problems in that area? I always saw him as just one of the other self-absorbed GWS who only cared about what he got out of it. “I tried to tell you who I was.”
“Bullshit,” he snaps, and the girl behind us narrows her eyes on him. “You took my gum … then stuck it in your boyfriend’s mouth.” His dark blue eyes widen. “Fuck, your boyfriend …” he trails off.
“Eww,” the girl says in disgust.
I smile. “And?”
“And … and … and fuck, Demi! I thought you were your sister!” His pretty blue eyes look pained as they stare down at me at a total loss.
“Gross,” the girl adds.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing but fail. My body shakes with it. I’ve never seen Deke Biggs so furious and confused at the same time. It’s a good look on him. “You dumped her,” I remind him.
“Yes, but …”
“If I remember correctly, back in Collins, you told her unless she planned on falling to her knees and opening that mouth of hers so you could fuck it, you had no use for her.”
He opens his mouth, but the girl behind us gasps. “You’re such a pig.”
“Then get the fuck away from me,” he snaps at her, then turns back to me. She huffs but doesn’t leave the line. “You were listening to us?” he demands.
I shrug. “Thin walls.” Lie. Of course, I was. My sister was finally getting what she deserved. She’s a manipulative bitch who spreads her legs for anyone with a dick. She’s a male version of them. The GWS. Well, Cole has seemed to change. And the huge rock on Austin’s finger proves that.
“I can’t believe this,” he growls, running a hand down his face.
Placing my hand on his chest, I feel his entire body stiffen. I’m pretty sure he quits breathing as he towers over me. I step into him, pushing my hips into his on purpose to see if he’s still hard. He’s not, and a part of me is disappointed at that. “You liked it,” I tell him, and he says nothing. “You were hard,” I add.
“Demi …” He growls my name in warning, and his chest rises slowly as if he’s finally taking a deep breath.
“And …” I lean in, standing up on my tiptoes, and I press my lips to his ear. The smell of his cologne makes my pussy tighten. Deke may be a fucking ruthless dick, but he sure is mouthwateringly delicious. “You would have fucked me if I had told you to.”
He pulls back from me as if I’ve slapped him. He grips my upper arm, his fingers digging into my sensitive skin, and yanks me out of line to drag me behind the vendor trailer. People walk around with their faces painted like skeletons, and girls flaunt their bodies in little costumes to show the sluts they really are, but no one pays us any attention.
I giggle. A speaker on the back of the trailer plays “My Demons” by Starset. “Round two …?”
He shoves my back into the trailer so hard that it takes my air away for a second and cuts off my words. Pressing his body into mine again, he places both hands flat against the truck on either side of my head. His blue eyes cloud over like a storm moving in on a sunny day and darkening the world. His lips thin, and his chest rumbles against mine with a growl.
A slow warmth runs up my spine and neck, making me hot even though the night air is cool. Deke Biggs has a side I actually like. Who would have known? My eyes drop to the black belt around his dark jeans, and my fingers itch to undo it just to see how far he’d let me go now that he knows I’m not my sister. I have a feeling I wouldn’t have to push him much. My eyes find his again.
“Want me to please you this time?” I lick my lips.
“You will keep your mouth shut!” he orders, ignoring my question. “About what you heard me and Becky talking about. And what we just did!”
I give him a slow and innocent smile and decide to push him. How much will it take before he snaps? “How are you gonna keep me from running my mouth, Deke?” Lifting my right hand, I run my finger down his shirt. He’s shaking with anger, and his muscles flex. Fuck, his body is as hard as a rock. I bite my bottom lip and lower my hand to cup his limp dick over his jeans. He doesn’t budge and just goes still as a statue like a minute ago when we were in line. “Gonna fuck it?”
“Jesus!” he hisses. Stepping away from me, he turns away, giving me his back, and grips his dark hair.
A girl dressed as a slutty Little Bo Peep walks by and eyes him up and down while she holds the hand of a guy dressed as the Grim Reaper. Deke doesn’t even look at her. All of his attention is on me, even if he isn’t looking my way. I’d bet anything he’s thinking about what we did when he thought I was Becky. Would he do it again now that he knows it was me? Absolutely not. And that thought disappoints me.
I smile at the look of him. So undone. Nothing like the pathetic boy who fell to his knees for my sister. “Afraid I can’t keep a secret …”
He spins back around, and his hand wraps around my neck, cutting off my words before I can finish. “You’ll keep your goddamn mouth shut ’cause I told you to,” he growls.
His face is so close to mine that if I puckered my lips, I’d kiss him. I can still smell the cinnamon on his breath from his gum. My thighs tighten, remembering the way he kissed me back in the haunted house. He was rough and unapologetic, and I liked it. He thought I was Becky, and he was angry with her. He meant to hurt her, and that turned me on.
Hurt me, Deke.
“Demi!” He barks out my name when I don’t acknowledge his order.
Slowly, my eyes look over his sharp jaw and parted full lips. He’s so full of rage he’s panting. I think the guy wants to snap me in half. I wonder what it would feel like to have him on top of me, holding me down and fucking me. I’ve heard him fuck my sister, but I thought she was faking it.
She’s always been a good actress.
I could be better.
“Demi, I swear to fucking God …”
My eyes finally meet his, and his words cut off. My heart begins to pound as I stare into the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. But Deke Biggs is more than just a pretty boy. There’s a darkness that covers him in madness and lust.
I feel it.
I see it.
I want it.
My silence pisses him off more, and his hand tightens around my throat, restricting my airway.
I don’t fight him. His anger just turns me on, making my already soaked thong even more so. I always thought he was too soft for Becky. The kids in Collins feared the sharks, but that was because of Cole. They were all capable of terrifying things, but Deke and Becky? He was a pussy when it came to her. It was pathetic. Maybe she didn’t challenge him. Not like I can. She held him back when I would set the monster free.
Chase me.
Hurt me.
Fuck me.
My tongue peeks out between my parted lips, and I run it along my lip. His eyes follow the movement like a moth to a flame. Just as my lungs scream for breath, and tears begin to prick my eyes, he releases me and steps back. I take a deep breath, swallowing roughly.
“Fuck! You’re underage,” he mutters to himself.
I laugh at that. “I’m not even a year younger than Becky.” Our mother couldn’t keep her legs closed for long after she had my sister. Less than eleven months after Becky was born, I arrived. A month early.
“That’s not the point,” he snaps and spins back to me. He points his finger in my face as though I’m an unruly child.
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