by Gwen Allen
With the first step I take out there, the only word out if my mouth is "Wow". The decorations are simple but the effect is amazing. Seeing the nighttime garden all lit up by candles inside glass goblets, the sight takes my breath away. There are so many. The garden looks transformed.
It's all so elegant. The garden was already beautiful. Bathed in the warm and gentle glow of candlelight, it looks almost magical. Suspended in glass, the candles seem to float. The breeze is warm and pleasant. It stirs the roses and carries their scent. Stars fill the sky above.
Waiters in white carry trays with champagne glasses and hors d'euvres. I grab a glass and take a sip. The champagne tickles my nose. I'm a year shy of being able to drink but I figure it's a special occasion, so it's Ok. Who is going to card me anyway?
I walk around looking for familiar faces. One older woman starts talking to me like she knows me, but I think she's confusing me with someone else. After some polite chit-chat, she excuses herself and goes to greet someone else.
There are so many people here. I can't even spot my mom and Curtis at first. As I'm searching for them, my eyes land on someone I really didn't want to see. It's Vince and, as usual, he looks pissed. He's dressed a little differently though. He's wearing a black suit, a white shirt, and no tie. It's not a very festive look, but it suits his mood perfectly. It fits him perfectly too. That body of his... No. I need to stop thinking about that.
I take my eyes off him hurriedly before my admiration of him crosses a line. Yes, he's gorgeous, the most gorgeous guy here, maybe anywhere. But that doesn't matter. I won't give him the satisfaction of catching me looking at him. Still, it takes a lot of effort to tear my eyes away from him. I try to lose myself among the guests before he can spot me. I know I should go up to him and greet him, but after what happened last time I saw him, I'm not going near him.
As I try to keep a low profile, I finally spot my mom and wave. She is standing in the middle of a group of her friends. I go over to her and give her a big hug.
"Where's Curtis?" I ask. I want to say hi to him too.
"Some guy is talking his ear off about golf or real-estate or something," Mom says. She points toward the pool.
As I turn to look, I see Curtis but that isn't all. I see Vince as well. There he is leaning against a column and glaring at me and my mom. Gritting my teeth, I look away. My mom is waylaid by a couple who sound like they are friends of Curtis's. Mom introduces me then has to hear their advice on the best place for a honeymoon.
I decide to go off and mingle some more. Knowing that Vince is somewhere to my right, I turn to go in the other direction. Suddenly, I'm face to face with a really good looking guy. He's only inches away from me, so I step back. His eyes are gray, his hair sandy, his smile dazzling.
His smile becomes more apologetic as he stares at me. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. I'm Jake McKenna, Vince's friend."
He offers me his hand. As we shake hands, I tell him, "I'm Julie Adler. Nice to meet you."
Jake gives me another bright smile. "So you are his brand new little stepsister. I was wondering who you were. I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and had to introduce myself. It's very nice to meet you."
I don't know what to say to all that, but I don't like the unfaltering smiling he's giving me or his overly friendly expression. Jake seems a lot nicer than Vince. He is his opposite even. He hasn't stopped smiling at me, but I think I'd rather have Vince glaring at me with naked hatred. This guy gives me the creeps. He's getting a little too close. Twice already I had to step back from him. It's like he has never heard of personal space. Plus he keeps putting his hand on my arm. His touch makes my flesh crawl, and I flinch away.
As soon as I can, I walk away, telling him that I see someone I have to say hello to. It's just one of my mom's friends, and I already said hi to her. I just want to get away from him.
Once I make my getaway, I see that Jake has gone up to Vince. I don't mean to spy on them but I can't help staring. I notice that Vince hardly even looks at his friend. Jake is friendly and smiling while Vince is surly.
While Vince pays little attention to his friend, his eyes fall on me. I refuse to look away. Jake pats Vince on the back and laughs. Vince ignores him. He's too busy glaring at me. When Jake throws a friendly arm over his shoulders, Vince brushes him off angrily. Just as Jake walks off with a shake of his head, I look away.
I mingle a little, meet a few people, say hi to all of Mom's friends. Eventually I end up at the edge of the crowd. Letting the mellow music wash over me, I stand back and just look around. The best part of this is how happy my mom looks. Just as I'm thinking good thoughts, I feel someone step right behind me. He's big, tall, familiar. He starts to whisper in my ear and I jump.
"I thought I told you to try and act like a lady. That takes more than just wearing a demure, little dress." It's Vince.
Already fuming, I spin around to face him. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Close up, his stare is even more unsettling, cold and angry. "I'm talking about you. I saw you with Jake. You looked like you were ready to get down on your knees right there and suck him off."
I gasp, shocked by his words. "You are a crude idiot. And your friend is a creep. I got away from him as fast as I could," I say but I don't know why I am defending myself to this jerk.
"Yeah right," he says, not believing me.
I'm ready to tell Vince where he can stick his lectures when an older man approaches him and claps him on the back.
"Vince, my boy. There you are. When are you going to give a little speech to introduce the happy couple, you know, welcome your new stepmother and stepsister to the family?" The older man smiles at me kindly. I think I remember being introduced to him. I think his name is Mr. Saunders.
"I don't know that I feel up to speaking," Vince says through gritted teeth.
"What? You have to give a toast. Everyone expects it," the other man tells him.
For a while Vince is silent then he smiles. "Maybe I will."
I don't like the sound of that or the look in his eyes. I was actually relieved that he wasn't going to speak. As I watch him uneasily, he downs a glass of champagne and reaches for another one from a tray on a nearby table. How much has he had to drink?
Once the older man steps away, I go up to Vince. "What are you going to say?" I ask him.
"Oh, it's you, sweet thing. " he says like in the last few minutes he forgot I even existed. "Wouldn't you like to know?" The smirk on his face doesn't put my mind at ease one bit.
"Okay. You're not giving a toast," I decide, but Vince only laughs at me.
Then he leans in. "Oh, I'm giving a toast, and it's going to be a good one. The best part is going to be a about you. Don't worry. I'll have plenty to say about your mother too." His eyes are glowing with reflected candlelight. I can see the malice in them, and I know it will spill out of him if he is allowed to speak.
I can't let this happen. "No. You won't," I tell him and try to pull him away.
He doesn't budge. It's like trying to move a huge boulder.
"Didn't you hear Saunders? Everyone expects me to give a speech. Sure thing. I'll give them a speech." He seethes with barely contained anger. I can see it in his eyes, in his clenched jaw. He's about to erupt. "I'll give them a speech they'll never forget," he promises and steps forward. Under the influence of alcohol, he's about to vent his rage on the happy couple. I can't let him speak. But what am I going to do?
"No. You're going to shut up and come with me." I pull on him and he stops moving forward.
He turns to leer at me. "That's an enticing offer," he says. His intense gaze slides up and down my body slowly, and I shiver. "Can I do something for you? Or is there something you can do for me?"
My eyes go wide and my breath catches in my throat. When he looks at me like that, my mind goes straight back to the last time when he had his hands and his mouth on me. I know how aggressive he can be. How can I even think of being alone with him agai
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Chapter 5
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Julie
I'm so flustered now, but I have to remember the important thing is to keep him from giving a speech. As long as he's focused on me, he won't say anything hateful about my mother in front of all these people. I guess it's one way to keep him quiet.
"Come with me," I tell him even though I'm nervous and afraid to be alone with him. Once I have him away from here, I'll deal with him somehow.
I just have to get him to move. He's still just standing there and staring at me like he's going to rip my clothes off. I grab his arm.
"Let's go." I pull on his arm again but it's no use. He's too strong for me.
He won't budge at first. I start to feel helpless to do anything. But the next time I tug on his arm, he doesn't fight me. He takes a step closer to me. The expression in his eyes is both hateful and leering, a sinister combination that chills me to the bone.
"Just come with me. Come on," I urge him and pull him back toward the darkest part of the garden.
He smirks and takes a few more steps. His eyes bore into me coldly. As I drag him away from there, he resists me now and then just to show me what would happen if he didn't want to come along. Yes, he's incredibly strong and I know it. I'm no match for him in strength. I feel it every time he stops dead and I get yanked back as if by a steel cable.
With stops and starts, we've make our way to the darkness of the garden on the west side of the house. He's being so cooperative now, it scares me. He has scared me since the moment I met him.
I wonder where to take him from there. At the same time, I'm afraid to think about why he's letting me. I can't think about that. I just have to get him a safe distance from the party. That means moving away from the lights of the party and going into the darkest parts of the garden.
The shadows are deep all around us with just a few lights here and there. But the lights are often smothered by tree branches, leaving us in almost total blackness. Being alone with Vince like this, I shiver. My heart is beating hard. I feel it against my chest and hear it as a drumbeat in my ears.
I'm already so nervous when suddenly he stops. I turn, afraid to look at him. I do look at him, and I see his blue eyes shining in the darkness. He is both frightening and unbelievably gorgeous. I swallow a whimper that almost escapes my throat. This is no time to lose my nerve. I got him here, now I just have to keep him from going back and ruining the party.
"So what's your plan," he says. He must know that I don't have one. Taking a step closer, he towers over me, and I force myself not to step back.
"I just don't want you to do anything crazy," I tell him and my voice breaks.
"Looking at you gives me all kinds of crazy ideas. And I remember how sweet you taste. You want to make me feel better? I have a way for you to do that." His hand reaches out and I feel it on my breast.
I gasp and nearly choke. It's like I've forgotten how to breathe. His hand massages my breast and my knees start to feel weak. After a moment of shock, I try to take his hand away. I put my hand up, but all I end up doing is touching his hand weakly, almost like a caress. His hand keeps rubbing, squeezing and I only pant. While he stares cruelly into my eyes, I can't look away.
"I guess I know where we stand now. That tells me you're up for it." He walks me backwards then lowers me to the ground.
As I feel the grass and leaves under me, I hardly know what I'm doing there. He's kneeling in front of me. Without taking his eyes off me, he reaches down to his crotch. As he looks me over, I'm afraid of what he has planned for me.
His eyes are filled with hate and lust. Even in the darkness I can see the bulge straining at the front of his slacks. The sound of him unzipping his fly sends a cold shiver through me.
I don't dare look down. I stare into his eyes and only feel him take hold of my ankle. Pulling my leg aside, he comes to kneel between my thighs. I feel helpless and my insides throb. By trying to divert him, I've made myself the target for his anger, and now I don't know what to do.
As he reaches for the neckline of my dress, I gasp. I hold my breath while he takes hold of my dress and drags it down my shoulders. He pulls it down along with my bra. Instinctively, I cover myself with my crossed arms.
Another mean smile and Vince takes hold of my legs and pulls me down. My arms fall to my sides as I reach to catch myself. I'm flat on the ground now as he kneels over me.
A deep shudder passes through me. With my breasts exposed, my whole body quivers and Vince smiles meanly. Next he slides his hands up the inside of my thighs. I moan.
Taking hold of the delicate fabric, Vince yanks hard and rips my panties off. As I whimper and tremble uncontrollably, I watch my underwear in shreds, held in Vince's fist then thrown into the bushes. I moan shamefully and I can't stop shaking.
As I'm lying on the ground, he takes hold of the backs of my knees and pulls me closer to him. My dress rides further up. My teeth chatter as I lie exposed under his unfeeling gaze. I finally dare to look at his cock and it's frighteningly big, veined and rock hard. In his state of mind, that thing is going to be a weapon.
This is insane. I can't be doing this. But I am. I can tell he despises me, but he's still going to fuck me. He'll do it to hurt me, and I'm not doing anything to stop him. Fucking me means nothing to him, but it should mean something to me. So why am I letting him take me like this?
What would it feel like to be fucked in anger and hate? I'm about to find out. His rage isn't contained any more, and he's about to let it out on me.
Vince is spreading my legs further apart, making plenty of room for himself between them. Having my legs held open is doing something to me. I want to moan again.
He isn't even doing anything to me yet, just holding my legs open. I can feel the grip of his strong hands on my naked thighs, and I have this incredible feeling that shakes my whole body.
He positions himself over me. With a firm grip of his fist, he takes his cock and angles it toward my opening. He rubs the tip against me and grins down at me. I gasp and moan as my body responds like I've been electrocuted. Now the throbbing between my legs is alike a second heartbeat.
I know he's not going to be gentle, but what he does is beyond anything I can get ready for. There's incredible pressure then tearing and pain. He enters me like he wants to kill me. It's a stab of pure agony. Before I can scream, he kisses me to shut me up.
He swallows my screams and sobs and then my moans. The moans tear out of my throat with every painful inch as his cock invades me. With his tongue plunging into my mouth, no sound escapes. Oh God, he's going so deep. I can't take it. The deep kiss won't let me breathe. At the last moment, he takes his mouth off mine and I gasp for breath and sob.
As he pulls back, I'm shaking violently and breaking out in a sweat all over. Then he shoves in again. I'm crying and his mouth is on me again, kissing me to keep me quiet. I kiss back blindly, like a fool, desperately needing the comfort, the sweetness of his kiss.
Even if he does taste like booze and kisses me too hard, it's a relief. His tongue plunges into my mouth in time with his next thrust. It makes everything better as he kisses me. His cock starts to feel good inside me—too big, too hard, but so right. This incredible pleasure blooms from all the pain. It's beautiful.
"Oh, please, yes," I whimper into his ear the very next time he lets me breathe.
There is no going back now. I'm under him, pressed into the ground by his weight, open to him. He plunges in again hard and growls my name. How can anything feel so sweet and so terrible at the same time?
He surges forward and the sweetest agony radiates all through me. He's using me as a release. I'm just a place to stick his dick and vent his aggression. Then why am I rising toward him, moaning as his drives his cock inside me?
As he fucks me relentlessly, I can hear the noise of the party—music, people laughing and talking. But that doesn't matter to me. Vince is everything as he fills me over and over again. He has taken over my senses
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He's barely letting me breathe. I can't move. I'm completely in his power. Then it happens. I'm coming. My whole body rocks from the force of it, and Vince clamps his hand over my mouth.
If Vince wasn't holding my mouth shut, I would scream my lungs out. He doesn't let up as he pounds me so fast and hard. With a grunt, he slams into me harder than ever. His face looks pained and angry, but I know what's happening. He's coming. Oh, my God. The feeling is incredible. I look up at him and shudder as he fills me with his come.
While breathing hard and staring down at me harshly, he pulls out and I almost pull him down on top of me. Staggering a little, he stands up, and I want to drag him down to the ground. I need him close. I want to feel his body again. Something is so wrong with me.
As he stands above me, his glare is fixed on my red, tearstained face. For a moment his eyes are locked on mine, but then they travel down over my body as I lie at his feet. Watching him zip up, I realize he's done with me. In my debased, undressed state, I can only bring my legs together tight and wrap my arms around my breasts in shame. Finally coming to my senses, I start to pull my clothes into place.
When I try to stand, it's useless. I can only manage to kneel until Vince grabs hold of my arm and drags me to my feet like a puppet. My legs shake so badly, Vince has to hold me up and help me walk.
I feel embarrassed to be so weak, but it feels strangely comforting to have his strong arm around me. If only Vince didn't look so distant. I tear my eyes away from his face. I don't want to see that cold, far away look after what we did. It's like I don't even exist to him. At least when he showed me his anger, I didn't feel so invisible.
In my state, I can't let anyone see me. I'm sticky, no panties, my face is tearstained. I'm a complete mess. Vince takes me into the house through a back door. I look up the stairs with a groan. Vince sighs and suddenly lifts me up in his arms like I weigh nothing. He still won't look at me but he's carrying me up the stairs and to my room. There he sets me down.
