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Like I said, I’m not in control. That’s all I know. I’m terrified for her just as I’m terrified for myself. This kind of rage can light the match that sparks the destruction of everyone it touches. I reach forward, my hand trembling, as I grab her by the throat. She almost seems to lean into my touch, like she wants me to strangle the life from her body. She’s sick and twisted and I know that because I am too.

I caress her throat gently at first and then tighten my grip. I swallow, the anger rising in my being and then I’m kissing her. Fucking kissing her. Kissing the woman that just admitted to killing my brother. Kissing the woman that just informed me that my own fucking brother was a fucking child rapist.

I’m almost as obsessed with her as I am with revenge, but what’s left when you find out that there’s nothing to avenge. Just absolute, pure fucking hunger. She’s tight lipped as I smash my lips against her, but only for a brief moment. Then, she’s letting me in. She throws her hands behind my head and pulls me down to meet her at her level, and then we’re falling to the ground. It’s like the world is in slow motion as we collide against the pavement. I don’t feel a thing, but I imagine she’ll have bruises tomorrow morning to serve as a reminder of our poolside tryst.

I’m feral, in need to feel anything other than numbness. I flip her onto her stomach and crawl on top of her. I plant one hand on the ground beside her head to hold myself still as I reach for my jeans and undo the button. I push the jeans down the curve of my ass just enough so that my hard cock springs free.

Addison fumbles her hands backwards to claw at her own jeans, pushing them down to expose her pale ass. She needs this just as much as I do. Needs to feel anything other than guilt or whatever the fuck it is that she’s feeling.

I don’t much care.

I spit into my palm and give my cock a few strokes, wetting myself. I line my hardness up against her cunt and push in, stretching her wide without taking the proper time to loosen her up first. She’s slick, warm, inviting. She cries out through a stifled moan as I bury myself to the hilt. I reach upwards and curl my fingers into hers, holding her hands still as I begin to thrust into her. With each snap of my hips, she grinds out cute little whimpers from her pretty mouth. Each thrust is deeper than the last, and every time my stomach slaps against her ass, I stay buried for the shortest of beats before I’m driving back out, just to bury myself once more.

We’re far enough away from the neighbors that they can’t see anything without the use of a telescope, and the walls are built high enough around the property to keep onlookers out. Still, I can’t help but to think I wouldn’t care if the entire world watched as I devoured her.

I release my grip from her hands and grab her by the hair, tangling my fingers in the length. She scrambles forward, to escape me or something, but I’m right back on top of her, lining myself up against her pussy once more. She pushes a hand backwards, knocking me onto my back. This is the part where she runs, the part where she makes the assumption that I’m just like Carter.

Only she doesn’t run. She kicks the jeans from her legs, baring all, and then she climbs onto me. I should have known better, should have known that she needs to be in control. She drops her head, her hair batting against the side of my face as she sinks her sharp teeth into the lobe of my ear. It’s enough to catch me off guard. I jerk away from her, and accidentally send her barreling sideways and into the pool. She reaches out and grabs me, dragging me into the depths with her.

A sudden rush of water shoots upwards into my nose as I find myself beneath the surface. I break the surface, shaking the water from my head, but with my jeans tangled around my ankles, it’s difficult to stay afloat. Addison swims towards the side and holds onto the concrete edge of the pool using her elbows for leverage. I clumsily make my way to her, shifting behind her.

I grip onto the side of the pool with each hand. It’s enough to stop me from drowning, but that’s not my main concern. I shift my body against hers, my still-hard cock caressing the crack of her ass. She pushes backwards, taunting me with that beautiful, deadly ass. And I take the fucking bait, thrusting back into her cunt with one snap of my hip. It only takes a few thrusts before I lose complete control, my mouth drops open, spitting out guttural moans. My heart verges on arrest as I cum inside her.

And then we’re silent, lost in our own private worlds while our bodies remain intertwined. It’s poetic in a way, how we can alternatively hate each other and need each other so much.

She pulls forward as I pull backwards, untangling ourselves. She shifts the weight of her body onto her elbows and climbs out of the pool, only to collapse onto her back beside it. I’m dead tired, defeated, and almost consider letting the jeans around my ankles be the noose that drags me to the depths of the pool. I could die down there and I wouldn’t care. But I’m too stubborn to give up that easy, so I find the strength to climb out of the pool and fall onto the ground right beside Addison.

As I stare off into the distance of the afternoon sky, I take solace in the way the sunlight burns my eyes. Beside me, Addison heaves, fighting to catch her breath. Her tits rise and fall as her chest does the same.

I consider falling back into old habits, consider asking her more questions I probably don’t want the answers to. I consider accusing her one last time of lying but it’d be pointless and a waste of time and energy.

So, I just lie here as she jumps to her feet and hurries back into her clothing. There’s nothing left to say. Nothing left to fight for, just a dark emptiness of nothing. No thoughts. No anger. No sadness. It takes getting everything I ever wanted–the truth–to realize that it’s not something I ever wanted at all.

Ignorance is bliss and I’ve lost my chance at happiness.

Addison’s shadow approaches overhead. She’s frantic in her movements, trying to escape the scene as quickly as possible, but she stumbles over her own feet. She falters to the ground, the contents of her purse spilling out onto the pavement. In particular, I recognize the color-coded discs my father keeps in his office. I’ve never stopped to think they’re anything other than work files, but if she has her hands on them, I imagine there’s something more.

I’m too apathetic to care as she retrieves them from the concrete and stuffs them back into her purse.

“You don’t want to know what’s on those discs,” I whisper.

“Why is that?”

“Just a hunch…”

And then she’s gone, hopefully for good, but for being the goodbye girl, she never seems to stay away for too long. She and her mom should really leave this place for good. There’s nothing left for them here, and if my father ever finds out what truly happened in this place, he’ll make them pay. That’s the kind of person he is. In his eyes, justice isn’t served to those that deserve it. It’s served to those that cross him, and killing his youngest child is the ultimate way to cross him. He’d make a martyr out of Carter even more than he already has.

My eyes grow heavy and the last thought I have before they go completely black is that I should have killed Addison the night I first started watching her. Not because she deserves it, but because if I had followed through on my initial thoughts, I never would have found out that the world is a better place because my brother is dead.

ChapterTwenty-Six

ADDISON

I can count on my hands the times when I learned something I wish I didn’t know by the consequences of my own penchant for snooping.

The first time was when I found the evidence of Carter’s deviancy on his own computer. The second time was when I found the evidence of Nick’s deviancy on his own computer. The third happened in the space of time between the other two acts of obsessive curiosity.

Coincidentally, all three instances involve a Calloway with a penis.

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