Page 45 of By Sin To Atone

“No.”

“I’ve already seen it all. Touched it all. I’ll fuck it all soon, starting with your tight little asshole.”

“Jesus.” She’s unable to hold my gaze, which makes this so much more enjoyable.

“So, I guess you’re right in some way. I do plan to fuck you. But that’s not all. Open your legs, Blue. Don’t be shy.”

Her eyes narrow and I imagine the curses she’s hurling my way as she spreads her legs open.

“Here you go, Zeke.” She waits for my reaction and one corner of her mouth curves upward. She sees my irritation at her inviting herself to use the shortened form of my name. Her gaze slowly dips down to my crotch. “You like what you see?”

“I do,” I say, taking in how the slit yawns open to display the gleaming pink of her pussy. I bring my fingers to my nose and watch her flush red when I inhale deeply, her scent an aphrodisiac. I drink my whiskey, enjoying the sight for a long moment before dragging my gaze back to hers. “Tell me something, Blue. You never did say. What is it you think I did exactly?” I ask, because as beautiful as her wet little cunt is, this is not about that.

A furrow forms between her brows at the change in topic. She bites her lip, small white teeth pressing against the swollen lower lip. I wonder if she realizes how enticing that is because I’m still hard and I’m going to need to take care of that soon. I should warn her. Hell, I’d have her suck me off if I was sure she wouldn’t bite but we’re not there yet and I won’t fuck her until I’m sure she’s clean and there’s no risk of accidents. Although, if my guess is right, and she is a virgin, well, time will tell, and, opposite her, I’m patient.

“Blue?”

She looks away, considers something and I wonder if she’s ever actually thought it through. If she’s said the words to herself, much less out loud. Would she be so brazen if she had? If she truly understood what I did?

She looks at me. “The man in the car was your father. The woman wasn’t your mother.”

“Correct, go on. What did I do?”

“You tampered with the breaks or something.”

I don’t blink. Hearing it doesn’t stir up any emotion, any guilt, any regret. I am unbothered. That should be worrying.

“Say it. Say what I did.”

The room is so silent the only sound is the crackling of the fire, the flames, the occasional pop of damp wood. It doesn’t matter that it’s warm for a fire. I like it.

“Say it, Blue.”

The pulse on her neck jumps. She licks her lips. “You killed them. You killed your father and the woman he was with.”

Does it make me a monster that my heartbeat remains level, that nothing shifts inside me to hear the words spoken aloud

I murdered my father. Patricide. Where are the Furies who should be taunting me? Driving me mad. Sending me to an early grave.

No such luck.

“Does it scare you to know I’m capable of such an act?”

She considers this for a long moment before she finally answers. And, on this night of nights, after all that’s transpired between us, her answer is the thing that makes me stop. It is the single most surprising and stunning thing of all.

“No. Not all fathers protect their children. He must have done something terrible to you. And it gives me hope. Because I want to kill mine.”

15

Blue

There was one thing, one detail, I never told anyone. One secret I kept.

When I got home that day, when I went into the bathroom to find my father holding Wren’s head under water, she was naked. And his pants were undone, open and pushed half-way down his ass. There was blood on the fronts of his thighs and his face was badly scratched.

“Go upstairs,” Zeke says, and, for the first time since I’ve been in this house, I know I’ve rattled him. What I said, did I know it was true before? Did I know this was what I wanted before saying it out loud?

I wipe a stray tear. It’s not for myself or for what I have to do. What I will do. It’s for Wren. It’s for the life she lost, because even if she’s alive, she lost the life she should have had.

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