Page 13 of Crazy Rich Monsters (Necessary Evils 1)

And yeah, Emily can be a total bitch. She’s ungrateful half the time, and selfish the rest. She can be one of the smartest girls in the world and still have a knack for being incredibly stupid. Just because our parents have turned their backs on her doesn’t mean I’m required to do the same, even if I promised to stay out of her life at her not-so-kindly worded request a little over a year ago.

I pull the car to the curb outside the bar, put it into park, and then check Emily’s location on my phone. She’s more like her oldest brother than she likes to admit. She’s at the same bar I used to go to when I was a teenager. Our parents aren’t exactly the caring type. They’re cold and calculated, with far more concern for their image than the wellbeing of their children. It was always easy to slip away to party, whether it was in the middle of the day or the deepest hours of the night.

The front door to the bar opens and whenshewalks outside, I realize that I’m too late. Addison got to her first. Without missing a beat, I rip open the car door and jump out. She’s never been aware of her surroundings, which is atypical for a girl that’s always on the run. One would think she’d have more situational awareness, but she walks down the sidewalk in ignorant bliss as I approach. Logic would tell me that I should do the opposite of what I’m doing, that I should proceed with the mission of checking up on my sister. The more feral part that takes over my brain when it comes to Addison makes me do the opposite though.

How else can I explain my lust for her? It has to come from the darkest recess of my mind. It’s not logical. She’s not the type of woman I’m usually drawn to. It’s a fucking sickness, being torn between wanting to fuck the girl that killed your brother and killing her. She’s fearless though. She has a lot of nerve messing around with one sibling after killing the other. If she pushes me too far, I might have to forego fucking her again and go straight for the strangling.

I can practically feel the flesh of her neck between my hands as I approach, getting lost somewhat in the violent imagery as the distance closes between us. She’s still not aware I’m following her. I could cover her mouth and drag her into the piss-stained alley. I’m not the kind of guy that usually asks questions first. I go straight for the violence, but you can’t toy with someone that’s dead.

Addison tilts her head to the left just as her feet begin to shuffle unevenly. She knows I’m behind her, or at least she knows thatsomeoneis following her. I rush ahead, not intending to let her run away. But she does the unthinkable, spinning around on her feet and lobbing her fist at me.

The crunch against my cheek comes close to knocking me off my feet, not because there’s strength behind the blow, but because it’s unexpected. I raise my hand to my face, caressing the minor injury. Might leave a patchy redness behind but shouldn’t bruise. I chuckle at her while I collect myself.

She’s not smart enough to run but she’s not smart enough to stay the hell away from the Hamptons, so she’s not smart in general. “Why are you following me?”

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for the other day.”

She scoffs, looking away from me as she does so.

“So we both know that’s a fucking lie.” I laugh again, straightening myself. “The real question is, what the hell do you think you’re doing hanging out with my sister?”

“So you are following me.” She steps closer. She has no idea how much danger she’s in. “I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me.”

“Perhaps, but not in the way you seem to think.” It’s my turn to move closer, invading her comfort space, but let’s be fucking real, we blew past that point yesterday. “I would say it’s not any different than the way you seem to be obsessed with my family.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I wasn’t planning on seeing your sister. She just showed up.”

“That’s a fucking lie and I’m not going to let your pretty little lips make me believe it.”

“You should be more worried what your sister is doing on her own accord than you are with me, but something tells me that you’re not exactly the hands-on type of brother.”

Yeah, I’m not going to get into a merry-go-round of pointed blades with this murdering whore. She doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about. “Stay the hell away from my sister. You’ve already done enough to my family.”

Her lips move, as to speak, but she doesn’t utter a word. A deer in fucking headlights. So much for playing the part of a woman that’s in control. She’s never been in control, and she never will be. When she finally speaks, it’s low and soft, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know what’s so good about the truth, Addison? Everyone knows it and as much as you try to hide it, you’ll be exposed for the monster that you are.” I rush her, pushing her hard against the brick exterior. Her eyes search the area, as if she’s desperately looking for help. As if anyone in this town would save her. “You have a strange relationship with the truth.” I poke at the top of her head. “I’m starting to think there’s something seriously wrong with you.”

“With me?” She punches me backwards with two open fists. “You’re a fucking lunatic. What kind of guy pretends to be someone he’s not so that he can fuck the girl he thinks killed his brother?”

“The kind that’s playing a game.” I grab her by the arm, ripping her into the alley. Whereas I envisioned choking her to death just a few short moments ago, I now have something else on my mind. I pin her against the brick exterior and nudge one knee between her thighs. I imagine she has the same internal monologue as I do, fighting the perverted attraction every step of the way. It only serves to push me further. “I’m going to make your life hell, Addison.” I twist her head to the side, breathing hot fire against her ear as she squirms against my body. “The police might not have been able to pin the crime on you because of your lies, but your day of reckoning is coming.”

She shakes her head free of me, but her body isn’t going anywhere until I’m finished with her. “You sound like a comic book villain.”

“I have something planned for you that’s worse than fiction.”

She attempts to raise an arm, but she’s not strong enough to overcome the death grip I have on her. It’s cute that she continues to try though, her body squirming underneath the weight of me. I shift my knee forward, pressing against her clothed cunt. She ekes out a groan but fuck me if it doesn’t come purring out of her lips like a wanting moan.

“You’re a great fuck, Addison,” I say, mashing teeth against the bottom of my lip. “Unfortunately, that’s the beginning and end of the list of your good qualities. I’ve got to be honest though, I bet you’re great at sucking dick.” I reach down and squeeze my hard cock through my jeans. Her eyes follow my hand and then they stay there. “Come on, give it a taste.”

I made a miscalculation, and she takes advantage of the brief period of time that I’m preoccupied taunting her with my dick. She musters all the energy she has in her body and breaks free from my grasp. She grabs me by the back of the head and spins around my body before crunching my head against the brick. She thrusts forward, pinning my head against the wall while she pulls my other arm backwards. It’s obvious that she’s seen her fair share of fights. I’ve underestimated her.

“You’re kinkier than I thought,” I say with a shit-eating grin. “You like it when there’s a crowd, don’t you? Love the thought that someone could walk by and see us at any minute. I guess it’s true that there’s no such thing as bad attention.”

“Stay the hell away from me.” She’s got fire in her voice now, grit seething through her teeth.

“Oh come on,” I purr. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to go another round.”

She releases one hand from my arm, but continues to hold my cheek against the brick. Maybe she thinks she’s in control, and I allow her to believe that. There’s no point in showing my entire hand just yet. I can’t help but to smile though when I feel the weight of her hand grazing against the denim of my ass. Then she’s pulling away, releasing me from her grip, and I’m left wholly unsatisfied. And as she runs away, steely and meekly, both at the same time, I just relish watching her until she’s gone.

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