Page 29 of Fragmented Illusions
Sol spins around in his chair and when his eyes meet mine, I smile, the right side of my lips kicking up into a smirk. His eyes bore into mine as he continues to stare blankly at me for a minute before standing. I copy his movement and we both stand in front of each other, matching blue eyes locked.
He walks toward me slowly, his heavy boots thudding softly against the carpet until he is right in front of me. He’s taller than me, but not by much, so our eyes remain level as he stares, his expression blank. Suddenly, his head tilts down just enough for his nose to skim mine before his lips brush across my own. My breath stutters and I remain a statue as his lips simply rest against mine.
My heart thunders as I wait for what he will do next.
I know this isn’t normal to most people, but we aren’t most people. And we sure as hell aren’t normal with the killing people and bringing each other to orgasm and such.
Sol puts force behind his kiss and suddenly, I’m shoved back against the wall. My head smacks against the brick and when I groan, he shoves his tongue into my mouth, taking complete advantage of the opportunity.
I groan again, but this time for an entirely different reason. I thrust my tongue against his, fighting for dominance, as our kiss grows heavier. My dick jolts inside of my sweats and doesn’t take long to harden completely, though when I press my hips against Sol’s, I don’t feel his erection yet, and it makes me angry.
He never gets hard fast enough when he touches me, and I hate it. I want him to lose control. I want him to lose it all for me.
Sol sinks his teeth into the fleshy muscle of my tongue, and I growl as blood fills my mouth. He releases me and takes a step back. My chest is heaving, and my dick is aching, but when I glare at him, he looks exactly the same as before.
Bored.
I grind my teeth as I push myself away from the wall. I flop down on the bed and pick up my knife again, twisting it between my fingers once more.
“Don’t question my decisions again, Spencer. You forget, I am the only reason you are still alive.”
“Are we going to be able to see her face to face again soon? I want to touch her,” I tell Sol as we stare at her across the school’s massive courtyard. We are such a ways away, I can barely make her out amongst her group of friends.
I’m not worried about the rare possibility of her seeing us though. Because even if she did, it’s not like she would even know who we are. We’d just be two other students milling about.
It’s our masked faces that are burned into her brain.
“Patience, Spencer.” I glance over at Solomon and his face is blank as he stares forward, his eyes locked on what I know is Fallon moving through the crowds of people. I should feel jealous of his fascination with her, but I’m anything but.
I’m intrigued because I’m just as infatuated.
I’m sure initially, it was because of her appearance. I mean, she looks so much like Mom, it’s insane. Her red hair, her bright blue eyes, her freckles…
I couldn’t believe it the first time I saw her in the cabin. The cabin she snuck into and saw things she shouldn’t have. Which I also find exhilarating.
Who in their right mind would wander through the woods in the middle of the night, especially on Halloween?
But then again, Sol was able to find out our little pretty girl isn’t exactly in her right mind to begin with. She has secrets. Secrets no one knows. Secrets she is fighting to keep all to her pretty little self.
But now she knows we know.
Why she didn’t tell a soul what she saw, I don’t know. Maybe because of her messed up little mind, maybe she was too afraid, or maybe she is just as curious about us.
Either way, she kept those pretty lips of hers sealed. A decision I’m sure she’ll come to regret, but it’s too late now.
I already have my sights set on her. Yes, I want to play with her, but I crave to make it fast. I’m too impulsive. Impatient, as Sol likes to remind me every chance he gets. And he’s not wrong.
Solomon on the other hand… Something clicked in him. Something I haven’t seen since we dragged Mom’s body away that night all those years ago. Something to break that ever-lasting vacant expression.
He is captivated by Fallon Dahlia Kessler.
My brother and I both are.
And because of that infatuation, our already complicated lives are about to become so much more.
We have a system. One that works perfectly for us. It didn’t take much effort on my end of it all because Sol is the planner. He plans every last tiny fucking detail of every single kill so not even a piece of hair ends up out of place.
All I have to do is listen to him and I get what I want.
