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My jaw drops from a mixture of the abuse my pussy is receiving and his words. “Don’t you have any shame?”
“Why would I? What reason would I have to be embarrassed? This cunt belongs to me, Bronwyn. All I’m doing is taking what’s mine. There’s no shame in that.”
He delivers another hard thrust, angling directly for my sweet spot, and the moan I let out is mortifying. I sound like a dying cat, for crying out loud!
“Holy shit, Jer!” That was definitely Xavi and his laughter confirms it. “Innocent Jeremy Borza is losing his v-card, ladies and gentlemen!”
Even amidst the pleasure and depravity, my brain glitches. His v-card?
I mean, I knew it was a possibility that I was his first, but Jeremy hasn’t had the same roadblock that I have. He didn’t have someone hovering over him, stopping him from hooking up with random girls. Nope, that was me. I wouldn’t say he has had a lot of female attention, but there was enough that it was noticeable.
Did he really tell all of them no? Why?
It just doesn’t make any sense.
“Mine,” he grunts as my orgasm takes over me and all conscious thoughts leave my brain, even the voices outside the door cheering Jeremy on. He ignores them too, as he reaches his peak. His come fills me burst after burst and my brain loses all function.
Maybe the thought that we could be caught adds to how hot the sex was, but now we have one thing to worry about: How thefuck are we going to get out of here without his friends realizing the one Jeremy had bent over the sink was me?
CHAPTER 8
THE SHADOW
AGE 4
I’m invisible. Most of the time Mommy and Daddy notice me no matter what I do, but with Mommy screaming, neither of them have picked up on me crawling to the table in the kitchen. I hide under the table and peek at them through the see-through cloth.
Mommy looks so mad, but there’s tears down her face as she screams. She’s had that look on her face since she picked me up from Aunt Kathy’s house. I don’t like Aunt Kathy. She makes me do things and keep secrets from Mommy and Daddy. Mommy screamed at Aunt Kathy earlier when she saw the secret things she made me do. Mommy made me get dressed and brought me home. The whole drive she kept asking me questions I couldn’t answer.
How long has she been doing that?
Are you hurt?
Was that the first time?
Did she threaten you? Is that why you didn’t say anything?
Aunt Kathy said bad things would happen if I told anyone what she had been doing or how long it had been going on. I didn’t tell Mommy anything and the longer I didn’t speak, the more Mommy cried.
She kept saying how sorry she was, but she didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t think she did anyway.
I don’t like it when Mommy cries.
Maybe if I didn’t misbehave so much, she wouldn’t cry. Is that why she looks so sad and mad? Is it because of me?
“I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense. Maybe you misunderstood what you saw,” Daddy says as he stands in front of Mommy, his arms crossed. He doesn’t look mad or sad. He doesn’t look happy either. I can’t tell what he is feeling right now.
“I know what I fucking saw, Ivan!” Mommy yells. “Your sister wasmolestingour son. He was crying and she was touching him. She had him in her bed. The only reason I didn’t kill her myself was because I knew your father would have worse torture planned for her when I tell him.” More tears fall down her face and my chest hurts. Mommy shouldn’t be crying. I miss her smiles.
“Let’s not do anything crazy, okay? There’s no need to involve my father yet.”
Mommy’s mouth drops open and she stays still for a moment before she explodes. “Crazy! Do you want me to show you crazy? Our son was justviolatedand we have no idea how long she has been hurting him! He’s four years old, Ivan. He’s a fucking child and you’re siding with your sister over our baby? He wasassaulted!”
“I know, I know. I believe you, okay? I just think we need to calm down and look at this with some rational thought.” Daddy reaches out and takes Mommy’s hands before he says, “My father is not going to believe his precious daughter didsomething like this without concrete proof and the truth is that we don’t have it. We have nothing against her except your eyewitness account and, like you said, Jeremy won’t say what she did. What we can do is keep him safe, keep him here with us. No more day trips or anything of the sort. We only have a year until my father hands everything over to me and at that time we can deal with my sister, okay?”
Mommy cries more as Daddy hugs her and she holds on tight to him.
“Mommy?” I call for her. I hate seeing her cry and I just want whatever is making her and Daddy fight to stop.
