Page 31 of Discord
“Oh God,” was the only response I could manage.
My voice died away as he probed with renewed zeal. If I were in the right mindset, I would have protested such an obscene act and reckless behavior. But he didn’t give me the chance to think. With fingers digging into my hips, Brandon lapped at my tight hole until I groaned and shivered. His tongue slid back and forth with a recipe custom-made for me and worked me into such a frenzy that I punched the door when I came.
By the time he rose to his feet, I was a trembling mess. I tried to keep an even keel but lost the battle. I could barely breathe as he walked me backward to the bed. Or as he stripped me. Or when he held me down, pushing inside me with deep strokes until my head spun and I forgot all the reasons he made me angry.
Brandon
“Signed, sealed, delivered.”Colonel handed me the documents. “Are you sure this won’t cause problems with your business partners?”
My mother’s father—whom we referred to as Colonel—lived in California. He was a wine connoisseur in his personal life and the proud owner of a winery in his professional one. He sat at the ledge of his terrace, overlooking said winery.
“They’ll live,” I replied easily.
There might be a slight pang of guilt, but I was focused on the bigger picture, like the one Mia texted me. I asked her for a photo. In her ridiculous naivete, she sent me a fully clothed one. The delicate features made me smile regardless of the lack of nudity.
“I’d love to see what’s on your phone that’s causing the weird thing on your face.”
I stared warily. “What weird thing?”
“That.” He raised his wine glass as a means of pointing.
Leaning back, I glanced at the small mirror hanging on the terrace wall. I was smiling.
“Looks damn creepy on you.” He shuddered, taking a sip of his wine.
I didn’t have it in me to be irritated. Nothing seemed to annoy me as of late.
“So, it’s a girl?” he probed.
I sighed reluctantly.
“Is it serious?”
I nodded slowly. “A little too serious.”
A smile touched his voice. “Do I hear wedding bells and maybe some grandkids?”
I shook my head. “She’s too young for marriage.” Literally. It wouldn’t be legal, not for a few more months. Though I had to admit, marriage would simplify our situation while kids would seal the deal. She was obviously too young for both, and I lacked a conscience as it hadn’t deterred my attempts. A part of me was convinced that life would be easier if the choice were taken away from us. If things were solidified between us, there’d be no room to waver or backtrack once we were found out.
Not to mention, I refused to hide, nor would I harbor a secret relationship for years to come. If people had an opinion about it or painted me as my father’s son, I was too far past caring. My obsession tasted better than I dreamt about over the months. When you spent so long obsessed with a singular thought, it didn’t leave room to rationalize your choices.
Colonel nixed the previously amused voice. “Why do I sense there is more to this story?”
With slight hesitation, I disclosed, “She is Milo’s younger sister.”
“Ah. There it is.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What?”
He pointed at the documents. “You’re burning your bridges over a girl.”
It was impossible to hide shit from Colonel. He had known me all my life and was aware of how my paranoid mind operated. Mia was young, malleable, and easily susceptible to her family’s influence. I couldn’t pursue her without having my ducks in a row. It was the reason I had to visit California and go behind Milo’s back. I also lied to Mia, but I shelved away the guilt for scheming against her. It was worth it because as soon as Mia turned eighteen, she’d become mine. The decision was liberating.
“Sure about this, Son?” Colonel appeared apprehensive over my actions. “If you two aren’t on the same page, is this worth it?”
I looked away. My phone alerted me of another message from Mia, something equally dull and straightlaced—a link to an article.
My chest still heated like she had sent me something erotic. A sadistic lust had been reverberating from my veins, clouding my judgment. We had spoken every day since I left for California. She was clueless about phone sex and, at some point, diverted my attention to endangered species. Before I knew it, I had donated vast sums of money to the cause.
