Page 4 of Bred Hard

SILASJust get your ass here so we can take care of the little brat and teach her a lesson.

SAWYER

Yes, sir.

SILASAsshole.

I shoved my phone back into the pocket of my pants and let my head rest against the cool wall. As a whiff of air deflated my cheeks, I locked my eyes on the family portrait across from me. To the average person, we looked like a typical normal family. I got closer, sauntering over to the large rectangular canvas nestled in a gold frame. As usual, Father positioned himself front and center, like always. Then there was Mother, secure by his side. A bud of a smile teased the corner of my mouth as my memory reminded me how she scrambled to get ready for the picture after being caught fucking the pool boy. Standing on the other side of him was Tabitha, her lavender-scented perfume wafting, tainting the air, choking us as we waited with bated breath for the whole thing to be over. Then in the back, Sawyer and I.

The Santoros, the family everyone envied. No one could have imaged how fucked up we were behind closed doors, because in the light we were perfect. Just the way Father wanted it. I let my thumb trace the bottom left corner of the frame to wipe away a piece of dust between the curvature of the design. With my mind still on the photo as I flicked it away, the soft sound of heels pattering against the marble floor caught my attention.

After all the shit she stirred up during dinner, she had the nerve to sneak out once all the attention wasn’t on her. With her eyes glued to her phone, she turned down the opposite corridor without even noticing my presence. Toeing out of my dress shoes, I took wide steps as I caught up to her. She must have felt my presence because she turned around at the exact moment my fingers snaked around her little whore throat. There it was again, that look that cracked her rib deep and made my cock pulse with need. What was it about Tabitha trembling beneath my wrath that made me leak like a broken faucet? It was sick.

“Silas…” She struggled, her blue painted nails digging into the skin of my hands as she fought to hold on the breath lodged in her lungs.

I leaned in until our foreheads touched. “Yes?”

The desperation in her eyes as she stared up at me seeped like a delicious rot into my bones, and the glimmer of unshed tears lining up at the corners of her eyes stripped my nerves of their sheath as they skipped down her rose-colored cheeks.

“I…” Her words were cut short as her icy grasp around my wrist faltered.

“You like this, don’t you?” I whispered in her ear. “I know you do because I know every filthy fucking thing about you, Tabby.”

The hallway was silent, with only the vibrations of the air conditioning kicking off and on in a timed manner. No one was around, and no one would hear her screams. Holding her in place like a dying rag doll made my fingers ache, and they moved, crawling like a spider to her thigh and under her skirt. A wicked smile traversed my lips as wetness coated my fingers.

“Dirty little whore.Tsk. Tsk.”

I slackened my grasp, and she pulled away. Tremors wracked her body, and she took a step back. With the devil’s smirk pulled at my lips, I stepped forward, repeating my actions every time she retreated. She turned on her heels, intending to run, but my hand latched onto her ponytail and I pulled her into my hard chest. Tabitha loved to play stupid, especially if the outcome was to make us look like shit, but the whimpers rolling of her tongue were no act. As I forced her toward the door at the end of the hall, she tried to fight me, her knees buckling a few feet from the door handle. Something about the muffled cries dying against my hand as they left her lips made a surge of electricity ricochet down my spine.

“Play shitty games, reap shitty consequences, little whore.”

I reached for the handle and pulled open the door. A dark tinycloset greeted us, and before Tabitha could protest once more, I shoved her inside and slammed it shut. With my back to the door, I rested my head against it. Her wailing cries mixed with the clawing of her nails were like an erotic sonnet flowing in one ear and out the other. The only thing she feared more than Father’s disapproval was pitch blackness and confined spaces.

Fucking sucked to be her.

Chapter 3

Sawyer

I

pulled up to our parents’ house, grateful that I missed the pony show of a dinner that Silas told me about. With my hand pressed to the large door, I entered, ignoring the dread flowing through my veins. I dropped

my bag on the floor in the main foyer. One thing Father never had a problem spending money on was the help, and just as I turned my head to eye the large spiral staircase, a woman with a French bun high on her head was kneeling beside me to pick it up.

SILAS

I have a surprise for you.

SAWYEROh yea? Lucky me.

Five years since I’ve been home, and the place hadn’t changed a bit. I walked past the large family photo and let a chuckle roll off my tongue as my memory replayed the events of that day. Mother getting caught fucking the pool boy while father was too busy having a heated, intimate moment with his brother.Bastard. As I turned down each corridor, silence met me. It wasn’t like my parents to have a quiet house. Our mother lived to host, to show off the tower of lies she piled high in the sky. I walked past Father’s study, the door partially cracked and I looked inside. He was on his laptop, working, what he did best once the circus show was over.

I continued my trek through the dollhouse, and halted my movements when I found Silas leaned against a closet, one foot to the ground and the other pressed into the door. I crept forward, the heat of my blood surging as it ran through the thick veins under my skin. For a moment I wondered where Tabitha was, but the wondering was fleeting as the desperate thumping sounds bounced off the walls. Silas’s eyes were closed, his posture stout, with his hand gripped tight on the door handle. He enjoyed this, evident by the feral smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Took you long enough,” he said, eyes still closed.

“If we were twins, we would be dangerous,” I said, stopping in front of him.

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