Page 27 of Duress
“Bryce, n—” He silences my protest with his tongue, capturing my mouth with his. He shifts the hand cupping my ass to my pussy, letting his fingers tease at my entrance and apply pressure to my clit. My body responds to his touch even as my mind recoils in horror. Bryce has always known how to touch me. To make my body thrum with pleasure. I try to pull back again.
“Plea—” I gasp, trying to slow things down, but Bryce just continues his assault on my senses, his tongue sweeping in, stealing my words as his fingers deftly slip between my folds, pushing into me until he’s pressing against my G-spot. My thighs clench involuntarily as he begins to stroke my G-spot mercilessly.
“Come for me, Everly. Come on my hand baby. I want you soaked before I fuck you.” Bryce growls in my ear as his thumb circles my clit. I can feel the pleasure building in my core andfresh tears make my eyes burn. I can’t get out of this. Not without triggering his anger again. He adds a third finger and lifts, pressing firmly into my G-spot, triggering my orgasm.
“Fuck! Oh god…Bryce!” I collapse against his chest, panting. My body trembles from the aftershock of the orgasm but also from the realization that I’m going to have to give up a bigger part of my soul than I expected if I want this plan to work. I may have to go all the way to hell to absolve my soul for the sins of my husband.
CHAPTER 23
DANE
DANE – 16 YEARS OLD
“Hey, Dad, can I stay at Jason’s house tonight? We’re gonna go to the game.” I wait as my dad stares at his computer, completely zoned out.
“Hello? Earth to Dad?” I lean over and wave my hand in front of his face.
Jerking in surprise, Dad leans back and slams the laptop shut before I can see what he’s looking at. “Where’d you come from?”
Smirking, I take a seat across from him at the table. “Mom’s vagina. I thought you knew that? Or do we need to have a talk about the birds and the bees?”
Mom comes up behind me and smacks the back of my head. “Technically you were an escape hatch baby. Your big head wouldn’t fit through my vagina even after two hours of pushing. You’re lucky you don’t have a cone head after being stuck in my birth canal for so long.”
“Ew, Mom! Don’t say that!” I cover my ears with my hands and begin singing off-key.
“Technically you’re the one who brought up my vagina. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“That’s not gonna be the last time a woman says that to you, son.”
“Dad!”
Sure, now he’s paying attention. Mom leans down and kisses Dad, and I make an exaggerated gagging sound at their gross PDA.
“What’s wrong, son? I thought you knew all about the birds and the bees?” Dad taunts.
“I don’t need to see my parents’ birds or bees co-mingling. Gross.”
Dad just smirks as he gropes Mom’s ass, and I bury my face in my hands.
“Ugh, just kill me now…”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Mom rolls her eyes in my direction.
Truth is, I’m only mildly grossed out by my parents. Mom was in an unhappy marriage when she met my dad, and my douchebag older brother’s dad treated her like crap. She doesn’t talk about it, but I found her blog one time and read it. She doesn’t know I read it. It hasn’t been updated in years. I think it was a therapy thing or something; she stopped posting to it when I was in kindergarten.
I found it because I was bored one day and googled my mom’s name. It was mostly poetry. Sometimes short stories or diary-like posts, but it was all sad. She wasunhappy when she was with Brian. But then she stopped posting for a while before she started writing happier posts and stories. The dates line up to when I was born and she and Dad got together. So if Dad makes her happy, then I’ll deal with some gross parental PDA.
“Anyway, can I? Go to the game and stay at Jason’s?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll drop you off. I need to go see your brother anyway.”
“Will you be back for dinner, honey?” Mom is making that face at dad. The one that means they’re five seconds away from making out, so I jump up from my seat to leave the room.
“Should be. I’ll let you know if I’ll be late.” Kissing sounds follow me out of the room, and I roll my eyes. They’re worse than Jason and his girlfriend.
“Come on, Dad! The game starts soon! I don’t wanna miss kickoff!”
The next morning,a gentle hand shaking my shoulder pulls me from sleep. My head is pounding from lack of sleep. Jase and I stayed up until four in the morning playing Call of Duty. I don’t know what time it is, but it’s way too freaking early to be up.
