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The rot.

Would I still want him if it wasn’t for the rot? Would he still want me if there wasn’t some kernel of darkness inside him? It was pointless to wonder these things, because you could never change the rot in you. Once it had infected you and found a home inside you, you were nothing but a slave to it.

By the time he tore his mouth off mine, we were both panting, our lungs working overdrive to fill with air. Elias’s dark gaze looked at me, and I had no idea what was going on inside his head.

Did he regret this? Was he wishing none of this had happened?

Or did he want me again?

He slowly let me down, no longer pinning me between the wall and his body. I didn’t stay on my feet for long, though, because in the next moment, he set a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. His body turned to stand in front of the water, stopping it from hitting me. He wanted me on my knees for him, and there was only one thing I could do for him on my knees.

I’d never… I mean, obviously, I’d never—never even thought of it. Never imagined myself sinking down for anyone, much less eager to do it, but that’s exactly what I was for Elias. I couldn’t help it. He brought out something in me no one else ever had, made me feel alive in ways no one else in the world could.

Once I finished lowering to my knees, I stared at his cock. It had gotten hard again, or maybe it had never lost its hardness to begin with. Seeing it in the light made something in my lower stomach clench. All veins and so thick. I might not have any other dicks to compare his to, but even I knew his was more than average. Way more.

Elias stood with his feet apart as much as the shower would allow, to help with the height difference. He must’ve sensed what I was thinking, for he muttered, “I want to fuck that mouth of yours. Open up.” When I didn’t open up, he added, “Just no teeth, okay? No biting my fucking dick off.”

That was the last thing I wanted to do, too. If I bit his dick off, I’d never get to feel it inside me again—and color me hopeful, but I wanted to. I wanted to get deeply acquainted with that cock and the way it made me feel.

My lips parted as my eyes lifted to look at his face. Seeing him from this angle, it was something else. He had such a deep, almost scornful glint in his eyes, like he still hated me but wanted to fuck me every which way. A feeling I understood. Hate and love were two sides of the same coin. You never had one without the other.

My lips touched the bulbous tip of his cock, and in the next moment, Elias grabbed the back of my head and started to push it in. My jaw had to open as wide as it could to accommodate the size. Thankfully, he didn’t push it all the way in; maybe some girls had mastered their gag reflex, but I wasn’t one of them.

Not yet, anyway. For Elias, maybe I’d try.

The hand on my head weaved through my hair, and he started to move. Silly me had thought that I’d be giving him head, but what was really happening was, as he’d said, the fucking of my mouth. He set the pace. He moved his hips and dragged his cock in and out of my mouth like it was a second pussy. He did it all while I knelt there and took it like a good girl.

Elias still didn’t know me. He didn’t know how momentous this was. Virgins weren’t special; neither were girls who gave it out to everybody. What was special were the ones who had no interest in the physical aspects of life. I’d never really sat down and wondered what it’d be like; I’d been too busy wondering other things.

Sex had never been high on my list. I didn’t care about it. The only reason I had started to care now was because of Elias. I’d fallen under his grumpy, hateful spell, and I could only hope that he’d fall for my spell soon enough.

He let out a deep-throated groan as he fucked my mouth, the fingers in my hair tightening, pulling wet strands uncomfortably. I couldn’t open my eyes and watch him as he fucked my mouth, but I could imagine the sight well enough—and I was certain it was one of the hottest things ever.

Hot. I’d never used that word to describe anyone before Elias. I guess it was true: there really was a first time for everything.

I couldn’t say how long he went, but I could tell you that by the time he jerked his cock deep into my throat and came with multiple shots of hot, salty cum, I was too busy wondering if my jaw would be locked up like this to gag at the sudden shoots of cum.

He moaned as he came, pumping my throat full of his seed, and then he pulled his cock out of me, reluctantly letting my hair go.

I finally opened my eyes, gazing up at him as I licked the corners of my mouth. My jaw, while sore from being open for so long like that, could close. Nothing but the sounds of the showerhead and its stream of water pelting Elias’s back filled the air. I didn’t get up. I stayed there, on my knees, not knowing what we’d do next.

Elias must’ve decided, because he looked away from me, his scowl deepening, and then he pulled the curtain to the shower open and stepped out, dripping onto the floor. He said not another word, and I didn’t need to watch him to know that he walked away. The sound of the door opening and shutting was enough of a signal.

So, he’d walked away, left me here, after using me how he wanted to. When daylight came, would he pretend that none of this had happened? Would we go back to cousins that hated each other and barely tolerated the other’s presence? Guess I’d find out. As it was, I already knew I still had some work to do when it came to Elias.

He’d shown me flashes, quick little glimpses of his darkness, but not its true depths. I wanted to get to the bottom of the bloodied arrow under his bed. It was quite possible that he only kept it as a reminder of his father… but a normal person would keep pictures or his father’s watch or something like that, not the arrow that killed him.

Was Elias a killer? I needed to find out.

Chapter Ten

My mother wasn’t eating much of the dinner Aunt Maggie had made Sunday night. She was basically moving around the food on her plate, like she was five years old or something. Pretending to eat but not really getting anything down.

I didn’t care if my mother starved herself. I was too busy watching Elias from across the table. Aunt Maggie had forbidden phones at the dinner table, which meant we did a lot of staring at each other, even when there wasn’t a conversation being had.

It was as I’d suspected. After our night of, well, coming together as one, Elias had once again shut himself off from me. From his mother, too. He said not a single word, though he did occasionally glare at everyone every now and then. He scarfed down his food faster than you could blink, and then he excused himself. He put his plate on the counter and then headed upstairs.

I watched him go, and because I watched him go, I caught the over the shoulder look he threw at me as he left the kitchen. He was out of sight moments after that. He still acted as if he hated me for being here, like he resented my mother’s and my presence in his life.

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