The Immoral Ones- a Sinister Set

by Yolanda Olson

  Because I love her.

  Chapter Three

  Ella is splayed out on the bed beneath me, and as I hover above her, I wonder just how long she’ll be able to hold on to her anger. She’s always told me that the best feeling in the world is when I look her in her eyes as I slide my dick into her and I’m ready for this to be over. I’m ready for her to stop playing the part of a spoiled little brat and to show me just how much she missed me.

  “You ready, babe?” I ask gently as I reach down and grab my hard cock. She stares, but says nothing. That’ll change in a moment.

  I look down as I press the head of my dick against her opening, then back up into her eyes as I begin to push into her.

  ‘Fuck,” I moan as I lean my head against her forehead, trying my best not to break eye contact, but I decide that since she still won’t move for me, that it’s lost on her right now.

  It doesn’t deter me, though.

  “I love you, Ells,” I whisper against her lips as I begin to move my hips. My heart begins to beat faster as I push in and out of her, slowly, methodically. I want her to enjoy this as much as I am and the only way to do that is to keep a steady pace until she tells me it’s okay to go faster.

  Ella likes to be in charge in the bedroom and I don’t mind following her commands, but if she doesn’t speak up soon, I’m going to end up nutting inside of her and that will piss her off.

  We want a family, but not one made from anger.

  “Baby, please,” I whisper as my body begins to shake. I’ve never cum this fast before because Ella likes to prolong the moment, but since she’s not doing much to help right now, I’m not entirely sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold onto it.

  “Baby, come on,” I urge her through grit teeth, but she says nothing. Doesn’t move, doesn’t push her hips up toward me; nothing.

  In a way, her silence only strengthens my resolve to get her to love me again and I thrust my hips faster, harder than before until I let out a loud groan and fill her with my seed.

  She’ll be angry about it, but I don’t care. If this is what it takes to get her to fucking talk to me then it’s what I have to do.

  “Holy shit,” I say with a chuckle as I pull out of her and lie on the bed beside her. I turn on my side, push her hair out of her beautiful eyes, and then slide an arm around her waist.

  “Sorry if that sticks, but maybe now you’ll talk to me?” I ask with a grin.

  She doesn’t.

  Not so much as a glance in my direction and as I close my eyes and let out another sigh, I wonder if we’ll ever be the same way we were again.

  THE LIAR

  Chapter Four

  I can’t fucking believe he did it again.

  I get up from the bed, glancing over my shoulder in anger as Icarus sleeps silently. I’ve told him a thousand times that while I want nothing more than to be able to give him the family that he talks about having, he knows that I never want him to try when we’ve just argued.

  I don’t want a child born from anger, because in anger is how they’ll thrive, and that’s not fair to them or us.

  As I make my way toward the bathroom, I find myself finally relenting in my anger. It’s hard to maintain it against someone who loves me as desperately as he does, but he has to learn that there are rules in place for a reason.

  I quietly open the door to the bathroom and slip in. Next to the sink we have a small pantry that he installed where there’s nothing but hand towels. Behind me on the wall next to the shower is the larger of the pantries, where we have the bath towels, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and whatever else he managed to cram in there that he deemed important to have.

  I let out an unhappy sigh as I turn the knobs on the faucets slowly, trying to keep them from making the creaking noise that he’s been promising to fix for three weeks now. I hold the tips of my fingers underneath the small torrent of water and decide it’s good enough. Reaching for one of the hand towels, I unfold it from it’s small square shape then refold it again once, hold it under the water, and proceed to clean myself up as best as I can.

  I’ll shower when Icarus wakes up and we’ll more than likely fuck in the shower again, but it’ll be best that way because once he’s done, I’ll remind him about the rules and make him promise to agree to them again.

  I smile slightly as I lean over toward the sink and let more water fall onto the small towel as I think of Icarus. He told me that his parents named him that because they had a feeling that he would have be befallen by the family curse of burning all of his bridges. I remember how sad his eyes were when he told me that story and I remember promising him that as long as he was willing to love me, that I would be the one bridge he could never burn.

  But sometimes I wonder.

  His rage can be a thing of terror at times, and even though I’ve always managed to calm him down in the past by making him leave until he’s regained his senses, there seems to be something different about him lately. Something that makes him quick to anger and slow to forgiveness. I tiptoe around him for the most part because of that—even though I know he would never turn his rage toward me.

  Once I’m satisfied that I’ve done a good enough job that I can for the moment, I toss the small towel into the hamper then quickly wash my hands, before turning off the faucet.

  And that’s when I feel him.

  Icarus runs his hands up and down the length of my arms, and presses his body against mine.

  “I’m sorry, Ells,” he whispers for what seems like the hundredth time. I lean back against him and tilt my head up, looking into his golden-brown eyes, smiling as best as I can.

  “I know, Rus. I’m sorry too,” I reply, finally admitting that I had some fault in the matter.

  He lets out a huge sigh of relief as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me tightly against him.

  “Good. I was starting to get a complex,” he confesses with a nervous laugh.

  “That’ll teach you,” I say with a smirk as I turn to face him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and tilt my head to the side, laughing when he makes a goofy face at me.

  “Why don’t we get into the shower and get cleaned up,” he suggest with a salacious wiggle of his eyebrows.

  I giggle, but nod.

  I’ll make us some lunch and when we’re sitting down to eat, we’ll go over the rules again.

  Chapter Five

  “This is fucking great, Ells,” Icarus praises earnestly. I smile as he takes another forkful of yesterday’s lasagna and uses a piece of garlic bread to swipe up some of the cheese and sauce on the plate.

  “Thanks, Rus. I could have made you something fresh; you know I don’t mind,” I reply as I reach down for the hair tie around my wrist and pulling my long, blonde hair back into a loose ponytail.

  I clear my throat as I pick up my fork and cut a piece of the meal free, then gingerly place it in my mouth. I know that the eventual silence will cause him to act out, but as long as I keep my eyes on him, he’ll know it’s not for long.

  “Rus?” I begin slowly as soon as I’m done chewing. “What … what happened last night?”

  “Huh?”

  He furrows his brow in confusion, his fork hovering in front of his face.

  “In bed?” I say as casually as I can.

  “Oh! Well, fuck Ells. Yeah. I know. I’m sorry about that but you wouldn’t talk to me and I couldn’t hold onto it much longer,” he explains with a shrug as he shoves the fork into his mouth.

  “But we promised each other—”

  “I know,” he cuts me off curtly. “I fucked up, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

  I swallow a sigh as I rest an elbow on the table, letting the fork fall onto the plate and make a clattering sound.

  I don’t like to be “precious” as he accuses me of sometimes. I don’t see myself that way; I’m just genuinely upset that this might be the time that his seed takes hold and how would I explain this to a child? Mommy and Daddy were pissed of
f at each other so we made you? That’s not exactly the kind of thing that would make someone feel loved.

  “Ella, don’t be mad, okay? I’m sorry I’m being such a prick right now. It’s just … the way you were last night when I came home … I thought I lost you, you know?” he says quietly.

  I raise my eyes up at him in surprise. He looks genuinely subdued and my heart aches for him. Rus is so used to losing people in his life—to burning those proverbial bridges, that I don’t think he’d be able to stand it if it happened with us too.

  “How many times do I have to tell you that will never happen?” I ask him in disbelief. He raises his dangerously watering eyes toward me and stares. “Rus, this isn’t anything like I’ve ever had before. What I feel when I’m with you is so hard to put into words, but the only way I’ll leave you is if you want me to and even then you’ll have to physically pick me up and throw me away.”

  He smiles, a single tear rolling down his ruggedly handsome face and nods. “Thanks, Ells. I needed to hear that today.”

  “You’re welcome,” I reply softly, reaching across the table and resting my hand on his free one. I give it a gentle squeeze as he moves his thumb gently across the top of my bare skin causing me to shiver.

  The rules can wait until tomorrow.

  He seems to be dealing with enough pain for today.

  Chapter Six

  I clear my throat as I snuggle deeper into his arms. We’re lying on the couch watching a violent slasher movie—his favorite kind, and as the killer begins to slowly ascend the stairs after his prey, I begin to tremble. I hate these movies, they always scare me, but it gives Icarus a chance to be a knight in shining armor by holding me close and getting a kick out of my reactions.

  It’s a win for him and that’s enough to make me happy.

  The killer kicks the door to the room where the heroine is hiding and I damn near jump off the couch causing Icarus to laugh.

  “Chicken,” he teases me.

  “Whatever,” I grumble good-naturedly, to which he places a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

  “Ever wonder what that would be like, Ells?” he asks as he shifts behind me on the couch, running a hand up and down my arm.

  “What?” I ask, turning my face up toward him.

  “That,” he replies, nodding at the screen. I raise an eyebrow and turn my attention back to the movie just in time to see the killer cut the girl’s throat from ear to ear. Guess she’s not the heroine after all.

  “No, I don’t think I’ve ever found myself wondering what it would be like to stalk and kill someone,” I reply dryly.

  “Me either; I was just wondering if you were more of a freak than I knew,” he teases again with a laugh.

  I let out a loud sigh and attempt to sit up, but he pulls me tightly back against him.

  “Stop being so sensitive, babe. I was just kidding,” he says before yawning and leaning his body back against the couch. It’s just enough space and relaxation on his end for me to quickly pull away from him and sit up.

  “I know,” I say with a shrug as I lean forward and grab my rum and Coke from the coffee table. “I just think you take it too far sometimes is all.”

  “What do you mean?” he asks, pausing the film and giving my back a gentle nudge with his knee. He wants my attention right now and I’ll give it to him because it will make him happy. I turn slightly on the couch, folding a leg underneath myself and shrug as I take another sip of my drink.

  “That’s just a weird thing to ask someone,” I say conversationally. But then it makes me wonder. “Have you ever thought about killing someone, Rus? Is that why you asked me?”

  He lets out a groan as he runs both of his hands back through his hair before letting them rest on his face. He’s counting to ten, I can tell because his breathing is methodical now and when he’s reached his number, he lowers his hands to his chest, interlacing his fingers together.

  “No.”

  “Rus.”

  “Alright. Maybe.”

  “Rus….”

  “Why does it matter?” he asks through clenched teeth. “If I ever thought about it, I’ve had every opportunity to do it and I obliviously haven’t. Stop acting like I’m a psychopath for asking you something like that. We’re watching a horror movie, it seemed like a common sense question to ask at the time. Allow me to apologize for exercising some common sense,” he says bitterly as he swings his long legs over my head and gets to his feet.

  “You can’t be serious right now,” I reply, evenly. “Are you really walking away because I asked you a question instead of giving you the answer you were looking for?”

  “I’m just gonna go to bed. It’s late anyway and I’ll be better in the morning,” he says indifferently as he damn near stomps the entire way back toward our bedroom.

  I set my drink on the coffee table and sigh as I lay down on the couch. Talking to him is obviously out of the question now, so I’ll just watch the rest of this movie by myself and pray that I don’t have any nightmares.

  Although I don’t think anything could possibly scare me more than Icarus when he’s in a bad mood.

  Chapter Seven

  "Mm.”

  I roll over onto my side and wrap my arms around myself. I blink lazily a few times before I open my eyes and find myself staring at the back of the couch.

  “What?” I mumble in confusion as I turn onto my back and glance up at the living room ceiling. It takes me a moment to focus but I understand why I’m out here now.

  Icarus left me on the couch after he went to bed.

  I yawn, stretching my arms over my head before I push myself to a seated position and rub my hands over my face in an attempt to wake myself up completely.

  He’s still pissed otherwise he would have turned off the television and carried me to bed. Instead, I’m sitting in a dark living room that’s illuminated by the DVD title menu on loop and I’m feeling a little alone right now.

  I reach for the remote and turn off the movie, then the television after before I get up and walk over toward the closet. Pulling the door open, I push myself up onto my tiptoes and run my hands blindly along the top shelf. I know there’s a spare blanket in there somewhere, but since Icarus is the one that stocks the damn thing, and he’s about a foot taller than me, he’s the only one that can reach the fucking thing without struggling.

  I almost admit defeat when I decide to go into the kitchen for my chair. I’ll carry it back and push it as close as I can and I should be able to get a better reach that way, I decide as I feel quite proud of myself for not just giving up like I normally would. But in those instances, I can always ask Rus to get what I can’t reach and that’s just not plausible this time.

  I walk as quietly as I can across the carpet until I reach the hardwood flooring in the kitchen. I smile as I look down at it because it’s something that Icarus put in himself, and he’s quite proud of it. Of course, he’s always been amazing with his hands—in and out of bed.

  I shake my head fondly as I take my steps into the kitchen, sighing when I think about how much easier it would be right now if I could just crawl into our bed, but he needs his space and I need mine. I won’t force him to love me when he’s obviously hurt about my insinuation like I wouldn’t force him to love me in any of my angry moments toward him.

  A raging sea and an ancient mountain destined to crash against each other for eternity because of how deeply they love one another, unwilling to destroy the other.

  That sums up my life with Icarus and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

  “Oh my God!”

  My voice catches in my throat as I take an impulsive step backwards. I had been so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice I wasn’t alone.

  “Rus? Are you … are you okay?” I ask the shadow leaning against the wall. The only thing dividing the space between him and my chair is the window that I like to spend my time catching glimpses of the outside world through and for some re
ason, I feel uneasy.

  He doesn’t answer me.

  The silence is enough to jar my soul, but I won’t walk away from him because I’m not like everyone else he’s ever known in his life.

  “Rus?” I ask again.

  He lets out an odd sound—something reminiscent of a growl and sigh before he finally acknowledges that I’m in the room with him.

  “Ella, can I tell you something?” he asks in a low tone, I don’t quite recognize.

  “You can tell me anything,” I reply as bravely as I can.

  My insides are screaming at me; trying to warn me that something’s wrong, but I don’t listen because I’m too intoxicated by the love I feel for him to even realize that I may be in danger for the first time since falling in love with him.

  “I’m scared,” he says quietly, as he moves to my chair and sits down. He drops his face into his hands and lets out a shuddering breath, causing me to walk quickly into the room and wrap an arm protectively around his shoulders.

  “Of what?” I ask softly.

  “Of losing you,” he replies in a strained voice.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask him, my voice raising slightly. “I told you that you’d have to get rid of me yourself if you ever wanted me to leave, and I know there’s no chance of that. You’re stuck with me Rus; forever.”

  He looks up at me with a tear-stained face and a sad smile, before he rests his cheek against my arm.

  “I know.”

  “Then you know there’s nothing to worry about,” I say to him, running a hand gently over his head. “We love each other too much to ever let go, don’t we?”

  “Don’t you think that’s strange?” he asks, pulling away from my arm. He turns his face away from me as he begins to wrench his hands and I raise an eyebrow questioningly at him. Even though he can’t see it, I know that he’ll tell me what’s in his heart without any further prodding. “I feel consumed by you, but not in a bad way. In an obsessive kind of way and I don’t want anyone to ever know what it’s like to have you, Ells.”