B-Sides and Rarities: A Collection of Unfinished Madness

by K. Webster

  Groaning in frustration, I run a shaky hand through my hair. I hadn’t thought of that and now I feel foolish that I’m three seconds from losing my load against her naked thigh. I need to fix this. “What I mean is, I have had sex.” My eyes clamp closed and I hate the way my cheeks burn with shame. “It’s just been—“

  Her eyes widen. “It’s just been what?”

  A heavy sigh rushes out of me. God, why do I have to be such a fuck up? I push myself up and turn my back on her, sitting on the side of the bed, my head hanging between my legs.

  I hear the bed shift, and after a second, she’s sitting next to me.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  I shake my head and let out a bitter laugh—a laugh that’s far from funny. “My dad …he used to force me,” I mutter. Our eyes meet and her concerned, furrowed eyebrows motivate me to continue. “He used to force me to do things a dad shouldn’t do with his kid.” There. I said it. I drop my gaze to the floor and fixate on the carpet to avoid her gaze. I’ve confessed and now it’s hanging in the air between us—dirty and dark but no longer hidden. And, although I can’t stand the thought of looking over at her, at seeing the pity probably in her eyes, it feels good to get it out. To share it with someone. I’ve held it in for all these years. His filthy secret.

  “I’m so—”

  I jolt and glare at her. “I don’t need your pity.”

  “Did I say felt fucking sorry for you?” she snaps, but then flashes me a small smile. “What I was going to say was that I’m sorry your dad’s an asshole. People like us deserve better than the lot that’s given to us.”

  People like us.

  Abused. Beaten. Molested. Hated.

  My chest aches from her words and I lie back down on the bed. “Uh…”

  A pound on the door saves me from the mortifying moment.

  “Yeah?” I bellow.

  Krista scrambles to sprawl out next to me on the bed and flashes a quick smile at me as she tenderly runs her fingers along my chest. “We don’t deserve this,” she whispers. “We’ll get out of here. There’s a whole wide world out there for people like us—a world where we get to decide our fate.”

  Such a concept is mind-blowing. A world without a greedy, sick, manipulative father sounds pretty good to me.

  “Did you fuck her yet?” he demands, interrupting my thoughts.

  I grit my teeth and say the words I hate myself for saying. “Yes, Dad.”

  His laugh is demented on the other side of the door. I can hear the key turning in the lock and soon his giant frame fills the doorway. My entire body quakes at seeing him in my room after so long. His eyes lazily skim over us and he shakes his head.

  “Nice try, Gabriel. Fuck her. I’m going to watch.”

  She whines, but I run my fingers over her stomach in a way I hope soothes her.

  “I can’t do it with you in here,” I growl and my jaw clenches.

  He smirks as he sits in my desk chair. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve watched you come.”

  The room spins as flames of embarrassment engulf me. I force out the things he’s done to me—the things my body did that were out of my control—and I quiver with hate.

  “Fuck you,” I snap.

  He laughs, but thankfully doesn’t respond. “Just fuck the girl and we’re all good, son.”

  I roll myself on top of her and my lips graze along her ear. “I’ll be so gentle. I swear. Please let me so I can get you out of here.” My words are soft and nearly inaudible.

  Her slight nod is enough, and I waste no time. Our lips meet again and this time she lets me kiss her like I kissed Julia from summer camp. Krista tastes sweet, like gummy bears, and I want to suck on her tongue all night. My kiss must turn her on because she untucks her legs from beneath me and wraps them around my hips. The heat of her pussy pressed against my aching dick is too much. I want inside of her so bad, but I don’t want to rush this.

  “Just hurry,” she begs.

  I groan with disappointment and sit up slightly. Using my hand, I stroke myself for a second. Blindly, I poke at her opening and am met with tight resistance.

  “Wrong hole,” she bites out.

  Dad laughs from behind me and I nearly lose my hard-on. “I’m sorry,” I grit out, overcome with shame. I move the tip of my cock up a couple of inches.

  She squirms and spreads her legs further as if to help me find the right place. Her pussy feels dry, not at all like what I’d imagined it would feel like, and I’m still having trouble pushing it into her. My dick is practically weeping with need and it causes it once again to slide between her ass cheeks.

  “Jesus,” she whimpers and grips me. I nearly go blind with bliss. Letting go of the embarrassment of her having to put me inside her, I allow her to guide me to the right place. As soon as the thick head of my dick makes it past the dry opening, I easily slide the rest of the way in. My dick throbs with the need to come. I hold still for a moment, so I don’t lose my load right away.

  I fall back against her and try to kiss her, but she keeps her lips pressed together. I’m humiliated that she’s treating me like I’m the villain. With gritted teeth, I thrust into her as hard as I can. She yelps, and it dizzies me. I do it again and again, her small moans driving my need. I’m about to explode at any second.

  “Stop.”

  Dad’s harsh command has me halting and jerking my angry gaze over my shoulder. “The fuck, why?”

  He rises from his seat and stalks over to the side of the bed. “Hurt her.”

  My cock begins to soften as I shake my head. “No.”

  Fuck my life. His salacious glare confirms that he knows he’s got me. “Fucking hurt her or I will.”

  She whimpers again, and I gape at him in horror. “No.”

  He pulls his 9 mm from his slacks and points it at her. “Now.”

  The need to rescue her from his bullet wins over and I do the only thing that feels right. I slide my hand to her throat and grip it. She immediately clutches my wrist and claws at me, her eyes wide with an unspoken plea. Instead of releasing her, I hold her tighter. I’m saving her. If I don’t do this, he’ll kill her. I won’t suffocate her—just hurt her a little, like he says.

  “Perfect,” he says with a growl.

  Ignoring him, I thrust deep into her. My cock is hard again and I like the way her body grows limp beneath mine. I like the way her pretty pink lips are slightly purple.

  “Will you kiss me now?”

  She tries to nod, and I release her neck slightly so I can press my lips to hers. God, she tastes so fucking good. I’m pounding into her like a madman when my dad once again stops me.

  “Did you even give her an orgasm?”

  I jerk my head to him and once again my cheeks burn. “I, uh…”

  “Let her ride you. You can access her clit better that way.”

  She gasps for air the second I release her throat to roll onto my back, our bodies still connected. Tears roll down her cheeks, but she doesn’t try to evade me. Her sad eyes meet mine and she places her palms on my chest.

  I don’t even know where her clit is. Clumsily, I fumble between her legs until I touch something that makes her clench around my dick. The little nub stands out between her pussy lips and I massage it slowly. She continues to work her hips in a way that sends tingles down my spine while I rub her back in return. It’s fucking sensational.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpers, and I realize I’m actually about to make her come. I intensify my efforts and seconds later, she’s shuddering above me and shrieking. Her pussy clamps down around my cock and I explode inside of her.

  My eyes slam shut as her body milks me for all I’ve got. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. I’m still basking in the orgasmic glow when she’s unceremoniously ripped from me.

  “My turn.”

  I gape, too stunned to move, when he pushes her over the end of the bed. His dick is out, and he spreads her cheeks apart before slamming into her. She scream
s in pain, her eyes finding mine in panic.

  “Stop!” I roar and rise to my knees ready to attack him.

  He grunts and waves his gun at me before shoving it against the back of her skull. “I’m not finished fucking her tight ass yet.”

  She once again begs me with her eyes and I see red. Krista is mine to make love to. Not fucking his! I’ve made a promise to myself I’ll save her. I won’t let him ruin one more person. When I launch myself at him with a hate-filled scream, a bang echoes around the room. Something warm splatters my thigh and I nearly pass out.

  No!

  In a moment of uncontrolled fury, I tackle him off of her and wrestle him to the ground. The gun is still in his hand, but when I stomp on his throat with the heel of my foot, he groans and releases it. Once I snatch it from his uncoordinated drunk grip, I stand and tower over him.

  My gaze travels over to the unmoving body of Krista and I swallow down the bile in my throat. Leaving him choking on the floor, I rush over to her to check her pulse. I quickly ascertain that she won’t be coming back from the deathly gunshot to her head. There is no pulse. She’s dead. Fucking dead. I promised her I’d saved her and I didn’t deliver. I am a goddamned pussy.

  “Awww,” he rasps out from behind me. “What’re you going to do, boy?”

  I growl and aim the gun at his cock. This man has done nothing but take and take from me. Well, now I’m the one taking whatever the hell I want. And right now, I want his pain. Another bang and he’s howling for a God he’s never worshipped to save him. Yeah fucking right.

  “Fuck you.”

  I don’t know if his life flashes before his eyes, but mine certainly flashes before mine.

  Bitter images of a shattered childhood. A mother who once loved me—who used to take me to the zoo or the children’s museum while Dad was away on business trips to offer a tiny bit of normalcy for her son. But my father’s fists eventually ruined all that was good in her life, so she drank away the pain. Until the day she gathered the courage to save herself. She left me behind though. With a monster. A father who never hugged me. Never took me to Little League practice. Never loved me.

  Never gave a flying fuck.

  With a roar of over ten years’ worth of pain ripping from my chest, I unload the rest of the bullets into his chest and skull. I keep pulling the trigger, even once the magazine is empty, unable to stop the outpouring of emotions that are flooding through me. He deserves more than death—he deserves hell. When the red haze of hate finally lifts, I watch with morbid satisfaction as the blood—crimson and thick—around his ruined body seeps into the expensive carpet. My chest is heaving, I’m dripping in sweat, and the room reeks of a pungent coppery odor of both a monster and his last victim.

  “Who’s the pussy now, old man?” I mutter to his corpse.

  I take one last look at poor, bloody Krista before turning back to him. With all the disgust and hate from a decade of his punishments rushing through me, I spit on him and then kick his body.

  It’s finally over.

  And one thing is for fucking sure.

  I’m not weak.

  Not anymore.

  Gabe’s book coming summer 2016!!!

  Note for the Reader

  Dearest Reader,

  Thank you for taking a peek into the madness in my head. You came along for the ride and you’re still here! I know, I’m shocked too…ha!

  I’m sure you’re left unsatisfied and itching for more on some of these stories which is why I am cordially inviting you to join my group on Facebook called B-Sides and Rarities by K Webster.

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  Thanks again for sticking with me and I’ll see you soon!

  Your favorite madwoman,

  K Webster

  aka Elizabeth Gray

  aka Nora Quinn

  aka other secret pen names

  Unsteady – X Ambassadors

  I Digress – Big Wreck

  Cowboy – Kid Rock

  Sweet Dreams – Marilyn Manson

  Hand In My Pocket – Alanis Morissette

  Down With the Sickness – Disturbed

  Faith – Limp Bizkit

  Someone like You – Adele

  Every Rose Has Its Thorn – Poison

  Crazy – Gnarls Barkley

  Make a Shadow – Meg Myers

  What Goes Around Comes Around – Justin Timberlake

  You Caught My Eye – Big Wreck

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  Acknowledgments:

  Produced by K Webster

  Written at Webster Studios

  Edited by Prema Romance Editing

  Assistance by Nikki McCrae

  Financed by Matthew Webster

  Art Direction: K Webster

  Cover Design: K Webster

  Photo for Cover: Dollar Photo Club

  Formatting and Interior: Champagne Formats

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  Thanks to: Matthew Webster (my love and my life), Nikki McCrae (my bestie), Vanessa Bridges (my whip cracking editor), Manda Lee (my other editing pal), Stacey Blake (my fearless wine loving formatter), Nicole Blanchard (my awesome promotions gal), Sunny Borek (my dark heart sister), Wendy Colby, Elizabeth Clinton (my super-duper proofer), Ella Stewart, Nicky Crawford, Jessica Hollyfield, Ella Fox, Amy Bosica, Shannon Martin, Brooklyn Miller, Robin Martin, Amy Simms, Nancy Miller, Nikki Cole, Dena Marie, Melanie Hutchinson, Rebecca Graham (my super-duper proofer), Misty Walker (my super-duper proofer), Michele Muns Dyson (my super-duper proofer), Lynsey Austin-Goddard (my super-duper proofer), Roxie Madar, Kiki Amit (my super-duper proofer), Dawn Lynn, Tara Lynn, Pepper Winters, Nat Rowlin (my super-duper proofer), Bella Carillo Colella, Mg Herrera, Kirstie McPherson, Joni Leonard, MsKelley Kell, Bethany Castaneda, Michelle AfterDark Rodriguez, L.J. Lisa, Webster’s WARriors, Krazy for K Webster’s Books, The Copa Lounge, The Copa Cabana, This Is War, Baby Spoiler Zone, Twisted Sisters, After Dark Reading, All Things Schmexy, Owl Book Nest, Booking Out Besties, The Divas Book Lounge Group, The Dark Ink Society, my blogger and author friends, and last but certainly not least, my awesome dedicated readers. You all rock!

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  About Author K Webster

  K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, dark romance, romantic suspense, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of thirteen years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

  Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

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  Books by Author K Webster

  THE BREAKING THE RULES SERIES:

  Broken (Book 1)

  Wrong (Book 2)

  Scarred (Book 3)

  Mistake (Book 4)

  Crushed (Book 5 – a novella)

  THE VEGAS ACES SERIES:

  Rock Country (Book 1)

  Rock Heart (Book 2)

  Rock Bottom (Book 3)

  THE BECOMING HER SERIES:

  Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)

  Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)

  Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)

  Alpha & Omega

  Omega & Love

  WAR & PEACE DUET
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br />   This is War, Baby

  This is Love, Baby

  STANDALONE NOVELS

  Apartment 2B

  Love and Law

  Moth to a Flame

  Erased

  The Road Back to Us

  Give Me Yesterday

  Running Free

  Dirty Ugly Toy (Dark Romance)

  B-Sides and Rarities (Anthology)