Page 75 of Fragmented Illusions
Finally.
“How sweet of you to be concerned about us, pretty girl,” Spencer purrs, stepping against her. I know she can feel his erection pressing against her ass when she squirms. Her freckled cheeks flush deeper. She tries to step away, but Spencer wraps his arm around her waist.
“We have been doing this for a long time and we haven’t been caught yet,” I inform her as I make my way around the room.
“How long?”
“Since we killed our mother when I was fourteen and Spencer was almost eleven.” She gasps at my confession and my steps falter. I didn’t mean to tell her that. It sort of just came out… Fuck.
My eyes find Spencer’s and although I can’t see his face, I know he’s balking at me.
“The only reason I told you,” I backtrack, “is because we want to trust you, Fallon. We see something in you we have never seen in another person.” I cut across the room until I’m standing directly in front of her. She cranes her neck to lock eyes with me. Her breathing has slowed drastically, whether it be from Spencer’s touch or something else, I’m not sure.
But either way, she appears calm. Collected.Ready.
“I think I trust you…” she whispers, eyes locked on mine. She reaches her hand out and runs her fingers across my chest. She looks rapt as she touches me, and I have to force my hands to stay by my sides.
I need to let her control this situation for her to accept the finality of it. My eyes dart to the side when Spencer drops his hand from around Fallon’s waist to dig into his pocket. The silver metal glints in the dark—only a sliver of the snow-white moonlit night peeking through the small broken glass window.
He brings his hand in between the two of us and presses his knife into Fallon’s chest. She drops her hand from me and tries to grabs the knife from Spencer, but he grabs her arm with his other hand.
“Uh-uh. You need gloves first before you touch anything,” he reprimands her. He surprises me by pulling a small pair out of his sweatpants pocket. He hands the black leather gloves to her, and she grabs them from him and slips them on.
I’m shocked. Truly. He thought of something I never even considered. Me—the fucking control freak. And I didn’t think to bringglovesfor our girl.
What the fuck, Solomon.
I swallow down my anger as I watch her tiny hands slip into what I’m sure is very expensive material if Spencer got her the same type of gloves we have—and I’m sure he did.
He would want us all to match.
Once they are secured, she grabs for the knife, and he hands it over without hesitation. It’s amusing watching Fallon hold it. It seems larger in her small hands, and she cradles it as if it’s a bomb about to detonate at any second.
“It’s not going to hurt you,” Spencer whispers in her ear, and my cock twitches again. This is getting out of hand. We are finally here—at the making of what is going to be the best time in my life—and all I can think about is sinking my cock inside of Fallon while Spencer laps at my balls with his fingers on Fallon’s clit.
“And you say I’m the one who needs to control his thoughts,” Spencer laughs, and it jars me from my musing. I glare at him but when Fallon’s surprised gaze meets mine, my eyes soften—only slightly.
“You ready, pretty girl?” I ask her. I reach for a piece of hair dangling in front of her eyes and push it behind her ear. I then gather it all in my fist and step to her side to push it all inside of her coat, out of the way.
“Next time, we will have to remember a hair tie for you,” I hum as I push little strands of her hair into her coat, making sure it’s all secured. We can’t risk a hair falling out and onto the body. Even though we dispose of them properly, we still don’t want to leave anything to chance.
“All right, baby. You lead the way.” Spencer and I both step away from her and move to the back of the room. Fallon stands, staring at the knife in her hand. She moves her hand up and down a couple of times, as if testing the weight, before finally moving.
“I’m so fucking hard,” Spencer breathes in my ear as he leans into me. I feel his cock pressed against my hip and I subtly rotate my body to give him some friction.
“I know the feeling,” I mumble as my own cock leaks. I can feel the wet spot inside of my briefs spreading by the minute. I have never wanted anyone as much as I want them both right now. But this is the one moment where I have to execute maximum self-control.
“Control it, Spencer,” I growl at him as we both watch Fallon shuffle towards the woman in the middle of the floor. He whines but quits rubbing himself against me.
Fallon squats down. The knife is gripped tightly with her right hand and with her left, she reaches out and grabs a lock of the woman’s hair. She runs her gloved fingers through the bland strands as they fall back into place, and I can’t help thinking how dull every single woman is in comparison to her.
Her fiery red hair. Her freckled skin. Her bright blue eyes. Her lithe yet curvaceous body. But best of all is her fucking mind. How beautifully dark it is.
The woman’s hair falls through Fallon’s fingers, so she moves on to running her gloved finger along her cheekbone and down her neck. She hovers above the woman’s sluggish pulse, unmoving.
My breath catches, and I feel Spencer stiffen beside me as Fallon lifts her right hand and opens the blade easily. Again, I’m pleasantly surprised, though maybe I shouldn’t be.
She did have scars lining her lower stomach.
