Page 100 of Love Sick

Alanna watches me closely as I wrap my arms around him from behind and cuddle into him. He doesn’t stop playing, but the melancholy tempo picks up speed. I kiss the side of his throat, savoring him because I’ve missed this closeness between us.

He stops playing suddenly and turns over his shoulder to kiss me passionately. I kiss him back because regardless of the fact that I’m mad at him, I’ve missed him.

He doesn’t keep it PG and devours me as he would if we were alone.

When I hear Alanna’s footsteps, I reach out and grip her wrist, stopping her from leaving. I pull away from Dutch who looks at me with utter confusion, but that soon turns to horror when I lean forward and press my lips to Alanna’s.

Alanna freezes, unsure of what’s going on. But when I nudge her mouth open with my tongue, she concedes and kisses me back with passion. I don’t let go of Dutch and continue kissing Alanna.

She moans into my mouth while I stop myself from biting off her tongue. This just isn’t about revenge. It’s about destroying Alanna in every possible way.

I want her to feel safe, loved, wanted, only to take it away in the most cruelest of ways.

My plan is to do what she wishes at this concert. I will behave, allowing her to experience the love and praise she is so desperate for…before killing her in front of her peers. I know there are a million other ways to deal with this, but this is the only way I see fitting for what she’s done.

I don’t want private. I want the entire world to witness her death, and done by my hand, as I want her to be shamed by the people she clearly thinks so highly of. I want to do this so everyone knows who Misha was.

He isn’t just a name.

He was my son, a son Alanna murdered.

Kyle is to use the secret door to escape and get him and Bobby to safety. I know his dad can assure that.

I understand the repercussions—I just don’t care.

I brush over Alanna’s breasts, the thin material of her fitted blouse allowing me to feel her hardened nipples. I cup her ample breast which elicits a moan from her. I then sever our kiss, only to kiss Dutch’s gaping mouth.

When he tries to speak, I tangle my tongue with his.

Alanna begins to stroke over my hair, my back, as I kiss Dutch slowly. He isn’t partaking, however, and pulls away, glaring at me as he wipes his mouth.

He doesn’t appreciate being treated like a pawn because he understands the game I’m playing.

In that case, he can watch.

I grip Alanna by the back of the head and kiss her once again. She is supple and lax, allowing me total control. I run my fingers up her leg before reaching under her skirt and rubbing over the front of her lace underwear.

She’s wet.

I should feel shame for exploiting her weakness this way, but I don’t. All I can think is how much harder the fall for her will be. And to add to that break, I slip my fingers inside her underwear.

I touch over her slick sex before sinking in a finger and begin playing with her.

She writhes and moans into my mouth as she spreads her legs, wanting more as she rides my hand. I add another finger and begin fucking her with my fingers.

She pants into my mouth, surrendering herself to me. I can’t believe it’s this easy.

As I’m fingering her, I rip open her blouse and yank down her bra so I can fondle one breast. I circle her nipple before flicking it with my thumb.

Her sex is hungry and so wet, and I am punishing her cruelly. But Alanna seems to be enjoying the brutality of it.

With two fingers still working her into a legless mess, I circle her clit with my thumb. I am all over her and when I bite her mouth hard enough to draw blood, she climaxes around my fingers, her sex sucking me into her vile abyss.

I don’t even wait for her to stop convulsing.

I sever contact and with my fingers that are coated in her arousal, I rub them across Dutch’s lips in spite. He pulls back furiously, gripping my wrist as he stands and drags me from the room.

A smile is on my face, regardless of the repercussions I’m about to face.

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