Page 36 of Cruel Charming Psychos (Necessary Evils 2)

I’m none of those things.

She grinds over me, her ass bucking against my crotch. She stares right into my soul as she hooks an arm around the back of my neck, and then she bucks harder. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s a temptress, a seductress. She knows how to get what she wants, but she’s not getting what she wants. She just doesn’t know it yet. She thinks she’s buying enough time that we will conveniently end up missing the intervention of Emily Callaway. Little does she know that I’m going to make this quick.

I grab her by her ass, one cheek in each hand. And then I roll backward, pulling her down onto the bed with me. Her hair falls flat against my face, tickling the side of my cheek. She chews into her lip, just waiting to make her move as she bides her time.

She’s not in control, though. I roll sideways, pinning her beneath me so that she’s lying on her stomach. She cocks her head to the side and lets out a gasp as I pull her jeans down, exposing her pale ass. I steady myself with one hand as I maneuver my own jeans down just enough so that my hard cock slips free. She inhales sharply but before she has the chance to exhale, I bury myself inside her to the hilt.

She reaches upwards, clawing at the sheets to either side of her head as I begin to thrust into her. I’d never say that the two of us have made love. Not exactly. We’re two sex-crazed individuals using each other for the same damn reason.

There’s something especially feral about the way I fuck her, something about the way she just lies beneath me taking whatever I dish out. I reach down and grab her by each of her wrists, holding her into place as I fuck her harder and deeper.

I can feel the rush building within, ready to unload in her hot pussy. I know I should pull out, lest she actually end up pregnant this time, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I want to own her. Want her to know that I own her. There was a brief moment back when I thought she was pregnant that I envied the idea of having a kid. My thought process was that I could make sure that my kid doesn’t end up like myself or Carter. Now, I know I was nothing but naïve. This sickness in us can’t be healed. It can’t be tamed, nor can it be bred out of the bloodline. It’s a part of our souls. I pray to God I never have a child because I know that he’d have no choice in the matter. He’d be just like the rest of us. Rotten to the fucking core. I’d spend my days wondering when the other shoe will drop. Wondering not if he’d become a monster, but instead wondering what kind. And still, I can’t bring myself to pull out.

I pound Addison mercilessly, our bodies smacking together. It’s like music to my ears. My grip on her tightens as I reach the point of no return, right on the edge of breaking. I thrust one last time, shooting my seed inside her and as I do so, I collapse onto her back, smashing her deep into the mattress. I’m at war with myself, fighting to catch my breath as she does the same.

We lie in silence, but our ragged breaths are enough to wake the dead. I think about the open window beside the bed and consider the idea that some voyeur might have gotten one hell of a show. I wouldn’t even be mad. Being a Callaway, my entire life has been on the display for the world to see since I was young. Soon enough, everything will be exposed and the secrets my family keeps will become the hottest gossip in town.

I lean down and kiss her on the side of the cheek, quick and soft, and then I whisper into her ear, “Pull your pants up. We have places to be.”

I jump off the bed and stuff my cock back into my jeans. She watches me with empty eyes as I button my pants, and then she relents, climbing out of bed and doing as told.

Yeah, she thought she was in control but that’s the funny thing about control. You never have it. Nobody. Ever. Not even myself. I watch her as she pulls her jeans up over her ass, as quiet as can be. It makes my mind go places I wish it wouldn’t. Addison is the one that crawled into my lap. She knew what she was doing when she started grinding her ass on my dick. Still, I can’t shake the image of her lying on the bed as I fucked her. No emotion. No words.

And then I think of Carter, and I know I’m not like him, not in that regard. But I can’t help but to philosophize that maybe I’m a little more like him than I’d ever want to admit.

That fucking terrifies me.

* * *

Addison fought me the whole drive over to the family estate, but she did so in a quiet way that isn’t quite on brand for her. Either she was changing tactics, or she simply knew there was no way she was going to talk me out of it. Knowing her, I’m surprised she didn’t go behind my back and warn Emily what was about to happen. Deep down, I think she knows better. I think she knows that this is exactly what Emily needs.

Addison and I stand before my parents in one of their many living rooms, the large formal one towards the back of the first floor of the mansion. Why anybody needs multiple living rooms is outside my scope of reasoning, but rich people are weird.

The look of disdain on both of their faces is priceless. If I’m sure of anything in the world, it’s that they hate Addison with the passion of a thousand suns. They really should just kill her but for some reason, they don’t. I’m going to get to the bottom of that mystery soon enough, but first, we need to talk about Emily.

My palms are sweaty as I rub them together, unsure of how to even say the words. Directly between the chairs my parents sit in is an end table. On that end table is Carter’s senior photo. Every time I move, from every angle, it’s like his eyes are moving too. They follow me everywhere I go, accusing me of betrayal. He’s the one that did this, though. His actions tore this family apart and ruined the lives of so many.

I know that my parents are equally as shitty as Carter was, but when I look down into their eyes, I’m hit with a sting of pain in the heart. I don’t want to break this news to them. Nobody deserves to find out that their own son was a rapist, especially not when it’s their other child that was the victim. I almost lose my nerve and back out until my father demands to know why I called this meeting, and more specifically why Addison is here too.

“It’s about Carter,” I say softly, hoping that the tenor of my voice will help smooth things over. “There’s something you should know about him and it’s not going to be easy to hear.”

Mother looks to Addison accusingly and then back to me. “I’m sure there’s nothing that you could tell us that would shock us, but ask yourself first if it’s something we really need to hear.”

Addison moves her lips as if she’s about to speak, but she draws back, bowing her head.

“Mother, we talked about this already. Do you remember when you slapped me because of what I had said about Carter?”

“We are not doing this,” she seethes between gritted teeth. “If this is what you came here to talk about then you know where the door is.”

“You can’t run from the truth forever.” My throat tightens, feels like there’s sand lodged in my windpipe. I raise my hand to caress my throat, but it does little to help the airflow. “Emily is on her way. She thinks she’s coming here to talk about her trust fund, but the truth is that she’s on her way because she needs our help.”

“Your sister can’t be helped, Nick.” He cocks his gaze to Addison and then back to me. “I’m starting to think you’re both lost causes to be quite frank.”

I know this isn’t easy for Addison to stand here and take the brunt of their remarks. They are talking to me, but we are both well aware that they’re not-so-subtly talking about Addison. Those issues will be sorted another day.

“Carter didn’t just rape random girls,” I say, my voice shaking. “He raped Emily too.”

My father stands up and straightens himself out. He approaches, unflinching. “If you expect us to believe that for a second, then you’ve officially lost your mind. I know you and your whore hold some befuddled resentment for this family and I’m not sure why, but I will not entertain these outlandish accusations. You are talking about your dead brother. Show some damn respect for once in your life.”

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