Page 19 of Condemned to You

His face became even more demure. His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists. The pain was written all over his face. Suddenly I felt embarrassed. Self-harming was my way of acting out but now being in front of Emilio it felt childish and selfish of me. His sister took her own life – something he rarely spoke about but I knew it haunted him still to this day. Emilio would always hold it over himself that he could have prevented it if he had only been around more. So with my mistake staring at him in the face, I couldn’t admit to it.

“Bethany,” his voice was soft with a frustrated tone as he got off the bed walking to the other side of the room.

Emilio POV

How could she? All I could see was blood, everywhere. A lump in my throat made it hard to speak.

“Marie! I’m home,” shouting as I walk through the house.

My mother was passed out on the sofa probably fresh from coming home from a night of binging. Cassie called for me to come to the house and have a pep talk with Marie about things that were going on at school. Working for Luca had made it possible to put Marie into a good school, giving her a shot out of this neighborhood; however, it hadn’t been easy for her. She was a good kid and smart, but she had the attitude of a hood girl and that wasn’t meshing well with her stuck up classmates.

“Marie! Where the hell are you?” I make my way upstairs.

By step three, I got an eerie feeling that I couldn’t shake off. Maybe it was due to not being here for a few days at a time but I was actively working with Luca on setting his plan in motion to take over the city. When I got to the top of the stairs, I saw the door to the bathroom shut. Walking past it, I got an odd chill up my spine. First I checked her bedroom where she normally was to avoid being around our mother. Nothing. I checked Cassie’s room, where she liked to use her makeup and wear her clothes. Nothing. When Marie felt scared or lonely, she would stay in my room which didn’t seem likely since the last time we spoke it was an argument. She hated her school but hated it more that I wasn’t around as much. I told her I’d make it up to her and she seemed to lighten up. She even called me this morning and told me that she was grateful to have me – I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t warm my heart. Cassie and I raised her like she was our child protecting her from as much as possible being exposed to a junkie mother like ours. When I didn’t see her in my room, I felt nauseous. Where was she? This bad feeling only got stronger and instinctively I was avoiding going into the bathroom, but there was no other place to check. Maybe she was out with the new friend she made, at this point I’d even allow her to go out with the boy she was crushing on. The closer I got to the door, there was a weight on me as though slowing my motion. The chill went down my spine again when I touched the doorknob.

“Marie? You in there?”

Silence. I smelled it. That awful scent of metal. The lump in my throat seemed to start cutting off my oxygen flow knowing exactly what that thick aroma was. Marie what did you do? Opening the door, I opened a life full of trauma.

“E, what do you want for dinner?” Cassie shouts but her voice is so faint.

I felt her behind me and then a screeching sound at the sight before our eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Bethany’s voice was low and the shame in her tone sent a pang to my heart.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Walking over to her, I placed a kiss on her forehead. If I had just kept my dick in my pants from the start she wouldn’t be in this situation.

Looking into my eyes, she grazed my face. Her finger slowly traced the scar over on my brow. Deep down I knew she would try to take her own life but somewhere inside me held hope she wouldn’t do such a thing.

“I’ve been struggling the last few months,” Bethany’s confession was the most genuine I’ve heard from her, “I thought you were dead and it felt as though I died too. Part of this was to make Luca feel the guilt of taking your life. It was worth seeing the look on his face every time, but if I could take it back I would.”

Her voice cracked and displayed in her green eyes was a deep shame. I dragged my hand up to her hip and clamped my grip lightly pressing my thumb into her. The breath she was holding spilled, though she didn’t move a muscle.

“Give me your word you won’t do it again,” I commanded, flexing my hand just a fraction so it tightened my grip on her hip.

“You have my word,” she sucked in a breath of air.

I held her, locked in a stare of anticipation for a few moments before slamming my mouth to hers and walking us to the nearest wall. My ability to distract her from some of her misery was all I had and I’d use it with no remorse or hesitation. The feel of her large breasts squished against my hard chest, every curve she had melting into every sharp muscle on me ramped up my need to be inside of her.

With a house full of guards, it didn’t stop me attacking her lips with force, allowing her to devour me just as I was devouring her. I missed the feel of her fingernails ravaging my shoulders and back, her whimpers of pleasure sinking into my brain and making my head spin with desire.

I bit on her lip and tugged back until it popped free of my teeth. “Not a sound out of you.”

Chapter Eleven

I panted and rested my lips on her again, our tongues dancing feverishly as I lifted her and took her to the bed. The cool satin of the sheets was a welcome sensation across our hot bodies. Getting up on my knees, I spread her legs wide open and took a moment to look at that beautiful cunt. I was barely touching her but she was glistening in the dim room. Taking my cock, I slapped her clit with it a few times before I was ready to go again. Placing the tip of my cock at her entrance, I slid it up and down making her wetter and using her juices as a lubricant. Her body was already squirming.

“Fuck me already,” Bethany begged.

Taking her legs, I placed one on each shoulder. Slowly pushing my hips forward, her eyes widened as my cock filled her up. I couldn’t risk her not making a sound, so I placed one hand on her throat, my fingers wrapping around her neck. Raising my thumb so that they were pressing against the area one inch below her chin where I could feel the bottom of her tongue in her mouth. Pushing up toward the throat, I could see that her breathing was becoming more difficult but not impossible.

“Focus on me baby.”

She nodded her head as I held my grip and slowly thrust in and out of her. It was a win-win. This would ensure no marks would be left behind while she could get off without us getting caught. My other hand’s fingers dug into the back of her thighs, lifting her higher, so I could get more leverage. I knew she was enjoying herself as her eyes rolled back and she pushed her hips up into mine. She was about to lose it.

“Not yet,” I commanded needing to enjoy this a little longer.

The feel of her neck tensed as she opened her mouth to try and breathe. Falling on top of her as I was grinding firmly, retreating slowly and flowing back controlling my own orgasm from exploding. I dug my face into the crook of her neck to suppress my own cries of pleasure as her body was attacked by feverish spasms under me.