“Eli,” I repeated. “I have to tell you something. You’re not going to like it.”
He grunted, still ignoring me.
“Eli! I’m the one who killed Mama.”
“What?”
I kept jacking him off, even as I spoke again. “I killed Mama. I killed her.”
“That’s not funny,” he said.
I squeezed his dick as hard as I could, just to get his attention. “This isn’t a joke,” I said. “You and I are meant to be together. Can’t you see that? She was in our way and I took care of it because I knew you wouldn’t.”
“You’re not serious.”
Eli’s eyes were most certainly open now. He was staring at me with shock and disbelief. I smiled slyly and licked the tip of his cock.
“I most certainly am,” I said.
“You killed my wife?” His voice was rising with anger. “You killed your own mother? How could you! But … but what about my money?”
“I have no idea,” I said. “I didn’t take the money.”
Fury flashed in Eli’s eyes. He leaped from the bed, and I stumbled backward onto my knees. With that untamed look in his eyes, I was afraid he might kill me.
“You crazy little bitch,” Eli shouted. “You goddamned crazy little brat.”
Eli slapped me across the cheek and I glared at him. My skin stung, but I refused to cry. Eli’s cock was swinging between his legs only inches from my face. It was mesmerizing to me, like a hypnotist’s swaying clock. Fear and desire mingled, only heightening my arousal.
“This is what you like, huh?” Eli shouted, grabbing his dick just above the balls. “You want some dick?”
Eli swung his manhood and it smacked my cheek. He beat my face with its firmness, hitting me over and over. I loved every second of it. “Punish me, Daddy,” I said. “I’ve been bad. Real bad.”
“You crazy fucking brat! I should kill you for what you did.”
Eli grabbed my hair and held my head. I was ready for him to strangle me, and I knew I deserved it.
Instead, Eli thrust his cock into my mouth. It caught me by surprise, and I gagged as he pushed against the back of my throat. “That’s right,” Eli said. “You’re gonna choke on my dick.”
My mouth was so full I couldn’t breathe, and I panicked, my arms flailing at my sides as Eli mercilessly fucked my face. I remembered to breathe through my nose, and then I relaxed my throat. I felt Eli push every inch inside of me. I gagged on his cock as he groaned, enjoying the tightness of my throat. My hands were cupping the hard little muscles of his butt as I tried to pull him even deeper than was humanly possible.
If Eli was really going to kill me, this was certainly a unique way to go.
I opened my eyes and saw that Eli was staring at me. He grabbed me by the ears and peered deep into my eyes. Eli began to speak. Every word was punctuated by the ruthless movement of his cock ramming into my mouth.
“Don’t! You! Ever! Do! That! Again!”
The last thrust was more brutal than any before. I felt Eli’s muscles tighten, and then he let out a savage growl as he shot his seed. It was wet and warm as it ran down my throat, and it tasted salty as some of it ran through my lips and drizzled my chin.
Eli pulled his cock out of my mouth and aimed at my face, painting me with his white, sticky cream. I felt so naughty and wicked I couldn’t help but grin. I had sucked off my own stepfather, and he loved it as much as I did.
To my surprise, Eli seemed to have forgotten why he was so mad in the first place. I figured he would have a million questions for me as soon as his erection was gone, but instead he slumped backward onto his mother’s bed and just sighed contentedly.
By now my panties were soaking wet, my pussy aching for Eli’s cock. I wondered how long it would take before Eli would be ready to return the favor. I licked my lips and used my fingers to wipe Eli’s delicious cum into my mouth, hungry to drink down as much of it as I could.
Then I heard the helicopter. When I glanced out the window, my body froze with fear.
6.
“Fuck,” Eli muttered. “How the hell did they find us here?”
A police helicopter was circling in the air above the chateau. Two searchlights beamed down from the helicopter, shining through the dusk. Eli lifted back the curtain to look at the driveway, and he cursed again. “The place is swarming with cops. Fuck! We have to think fast. Fuck!”
I looked down at the dark blue surface of the lake three stories below. The lake was separated from the chateau by a narrow walkway. “Eli, how deep is the water?”
“Deep,” he said.
“We can jump,” I said. “Look! I bet we can jump far enough to land in the water.”
Eli looked down, then looked at me, then returned his gaze to the surface of the lake. “Too risky,” he said. “There must be some other way out of here.”
I watched as one police car after the other drove up and parked. Officers were stepping out of their vehicles. Even in the shadows I could see their guns were drawn as the officers made their way to the door.
“You’re the expert,” I said. “But you better think fast.”
“Fuck,” Eli muttered again. Fear had significantly reduced his vocabulary. He tried the window latch, and it opened easily. All it took was a single jump, and then we’d be plummeting to possible escape. Eli’s face was full of doubt.
“I swore I would never step foot in this lake again,” he said. “I can’t lose you, too. I could never forgive myself.”
“Eli,” I said, grabbing his shoulders. “You mom’s death was not your fault. There was nothing else you could have done. But if you let us get captured in this room because you were too afraid to jump—well, then you would be to blame. We have no other choice.”
Eli looked down once more. I had no idea what he was going to do.
“Take my hand,” he said.
We clasped hands. His touch seemed to give me strength. My adrenaline was pumping so hard it overpowered my fear. When the helicopter had circled behind the house, blocking the pilot’s view of us, we climbed onto the window sill. Eli shut the window behind us so the police wouldn’t immediately know to look for us in the water.
The air was surprisingly cool, and gusts of wind nearly knocked me off balance. My toe slipped on the dusty sill and I nearly stumbled, but Eli caught me. I looked down and felt dizzy from the heights.
I glanced at Eli and saw that his chest was heaving. He was taking deep breaths.
“You jump as far as you can, you hear?” he said. “Okay. Jump!”
I shoved off the window sill with all my might. Eli’s grip was so tight it hurt my hand. He leaped farther than I did, so he pulled me with him. The fall took longer than I was expecting, and I had several seconds to contemplate my own death surrounded by the beautiful green mountains edging the lake.
Then we hit the water with a whoosh! and we sank deeper and deeper into the icy abyss. My body hit the surface with such force it knocked the breath out of me, and I swallowed water. I don’t know how far down I sank, but it was enough to pop my ears and make me panic. I was losing oxygen fast. Finally my own buoyancy began to lift me toward the light, and I bobbed above the surface in time to gasp for air.
Eli held me as we floated in the freezing water. We looked up as the helicopter slowly circled back around. The police officers were apparently too far away to have heard our splash.
Eli’s teeth were chattering in the cold. “I couldn’t save her,” he said.
Not this again. I grabbed Eli by the shoulders and tried to shake him out of his stupor. “Eli!” I said. “Now is not the time! We have to swim or we’re going to get ourselves caught. Then we’ll both be in prison. I love you, Eli, but you have got to snap out of it. Grieve later.”
“I love you, too,” he said. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “Just swim.”
7.
The sun had fallen behind the peaks of the mountains
, which cast cragged shadows across the lake. The water was so cold as Eli and I swam away from the chateau. With any luck, the police had not yet found our car, and we might even be able to drive to safety. It was difficult and slow to swim because the lake water was moving swiftly only a few feet below the placid surface. I glanced at Eli and could barely make out his features amid the shadows. Even in the darkness I could tell he was incredibly focused on swimming, blocking out any other thoughts. By narrowing his thoughts to our immediate escape he was able to push down the sad memories this lake conjured for him.
We could see and hear the cops swarming the chateau on the lake’s edge. Occasionally the helicopter would swoop overhead, shining its spotlights on the lake, and we’d inhale deeply and duck underwater for a few seconds.
Eventually we put enough distance between us and them that I was able to relax a bit and let my mind wander. I couldn’t help but smile when I remembered the way Eli had ruthlessly fucked my mouth, and I couldn’t wait to experience what that cock could do when he turned his savage attention to other places. But one thing amazed me. I thought Eli would have been even more furious that I killed Mama. He hadn’t even asked me how I did it, or what I did with her body. If you were locked up for a crime you didn’t commit, wouldn’t you want to know how the crime actually happened?
Tired and lost in thought, I failed to notice that Eli had begun to pull away from me. He was several yards ahead and gaining distance. The undercurrent was strong here. I kept trying to go forward, but it kept pulling me back. Pulling me down. It wasn’t strong enough to really notice at first, but it was there nonetheless, a nearly imperceptible force. My body seemed to not want to float, and the current was slowly sucking me lower, making it increasingly wearisome to keep my head above water. Needing a break, I took a gulp of air and let my body rest. It was such sweet relief to not have to fight that current, to just drift with it for a moment. The way I figured, as soon as I needed a breath I would simply kick and swim back up.
I looked above my head, toward the surface. Beyond the water, the sky was a different shade of the same black night. My body was deeper than I had realized and I was out of breath. I swept my arms and kicked my feet, but I didn’t move. If anything, I had sunk a little lower. I thrashed and kicked then panicked and accidentally took in water. I coughed, emptying my lungs of oxygen and filling them with even more cold water. A helicopter spotlight briefly shone over me, illuminating the lake surface, and I saw just how swiftly I was sinking. I tried to scream but only gurgled.
Moments before losing consciousness, drifting down to my eternal grave, I felt his hand on my wrist. His grip hurt. It was too tight. Why was Eli bothering me?
And then everything went black.
8.
The next thing I knew, my chest was throbbing and I was spewing water and gasping for breath. I opened my eyes and saw Eli kneeling over me, a distraught look on his face. At first I thought we were lying in bed and I couldn’t understand why my bed consisted of wet pebbles. And then I realized I was lying on the edge of the lake. Eli had saved me.
Eli sighed with relief when my breathing steadied. “Thank God,” he said. “I thought I lost you. Are you okay?”
I did my best to nod my head.
“We can’t stay here,” he said. “We’re too exposed and we have to get back to the forest, back to the car. Can you walk?”
I could see the urgency in his eyes and hear it in his tone, but all I wanted to do was lie there and sleep. I was so tired. But I had to do this for Eli. I tried to push myself up onto my elbows, then collapsed on the pebbles as my heavy eyelids closed.
“I’m sorry, little girl,” Eli said. “This is no time for a nap.”
He scooped me up and held me like a baby, with my face on his shoulder and my body cradled in one arm, and he darted across the rocky beach, to a steeper bank leading up to the driveway. It was covered in tall reeds that brushed and tickled as he pushed through them, parting the weeds with our wet bodies. I scarcely noticed, I was so out of it.
Eli stopped at the edge of the reeds bordering the road, watching and listening for the presence of danger, then sprinted across the road and into the brush on the other side. Before long we were back to Maurice’s SUV, and Eli had placed me in the passenger seat. He was about to crank the engine and make a getaway when we saw headlights approaching in the distance. Two police cars were leaving. Maybe it was the end of their shift.
“We’ll have to wait here for a while until those cops clear out,” Eli said. “It’s okay for now. They won’t be able to see us through the brush.”
I put my hand in Eli’s. My hand seemed so tiny compared to his. He gently curled his fingers around mine and held me.
“You saved my life,” I said.
“Just paying you back for saving mine.” Eli smiled faintly.
“But you wouldn’t have even needed saving if I hadn’t … if you hadn’t been in prison,” I said.
“That’s not what I was talking about, kid,” Eli said. He squeezed my hand and peered into my eyes with those smoldering dark eyes of his. “You saved me from her. From Patricia. There are things I never told you about her, things a girl shouldn’t know about her own mother.”
“Tell me,” I said.
Eli sighed. “I wasn’t able to leave her because she had blackmailed me. Somehow she got her claws on some information that would have probably destroyed the Rutherford empire. Even so, I was willing to walk away from all my power, all my riches, just to be done with her.”
Eli shook his head and shuddered. I felt his hand tightening on mine.
“But then Patricia pointed out one thing I could never abide by. She said I would never see you again. That she would make up a bunch of outlandish stories to ensure I wouldn’t be allowed within a mile of you at any time. My only daughter, taken from me by a vengeful woman. I just couldn’t let her do that. So I made it work. I gave her one of the guest cottages and never went on that side of my property if I could help it.
“When my money disappeared and the guest house burned, I was sure that Patricia had set me up. I hated her so much, it blinded me to reason, and I couldn’t see what was so obvious. But of course you did it. It all makes so much more sense. But how? How did you kill her?”
“I’ll tell you everything,” I said, “if you tell me what was so bad that Mama used to blackmail you.”
Eli furrowed his brow. “You really want to know that?” he said. “Okay, but you first.”
Suddenly Eli’s face was illuminated by harsh white light. I turned and the light nearly blinded me. It was a flashlight beam shining from the road through the brush. The beam started shaking.
“Shit, they found us,” Eli muttered.
He cranked the ignition and threw the SUV into first gear and put the pedal to the metal, speeding through the brush and onto the road. The police officer jumped to the side, the hood of our vehicle missing him by inches, his flashlight rolling across the driveway.
I squealed as we burned down the drive, unable to contain my excitement.
“Don’t celebrate too soon,” Eli said. “Let’s just hope there’s no barricade.”
Of course there was. Two police cruisers were parked to block the narrow road. Eli cut into the ditch and barreled through the gap between the cop cars and the trees on the passenger side. Tree branches scraped the fender in such an awful sound it hurt my ears.
Eli slid us back onto the road. I heard a gunshot and then the back window of the SUV exploded, glass flying everywhere. Eli never slowed down, though, even as the police officers emptied their chambers while we sped away.
I heard their sirens and knew they were following us. Eli was driving the narrow mountain road like a man with a death wish, skidding around curves where flimsy guard rails were the only thing separating us from sheer drops of several hundred feet. As we rounded a bend, I accidentally looked down once and felt woozy, seeing nothing but black at the base of the gorge. It made me want to throw
up.
He made a left turn too sharply and the SUV got away from him. We slid into the guard rail, and sparks flew from metal grinding against metal, but the rail held us and Eli was able to right the wheels and keep going.
The sirens were losing their immediacy as we put more and more distance between us and the police officers. Eli eased down to a slightly less suicidal speed.
I turned and looked over my shoulder. Shards of glass hung like stalactites around the edges where the back window should have been. The moon had come out, illuminating the road. We were hugging the steep mountain as we descended to the main highway. I was admiring the silvery sliver of moon when the helicopter rounded the mountain peak, its metal rotors sparkling in the moonlight.
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