Kisses and Revenge

by Riser, Cherron

  Deciding she couldn't lie in bed all day, Leslie stretched and sat up, sliding her feet into her slippers as she did so. Shifting her feet, she padded her way toward the bathroom to freshen up. The sound of someone talking downstairs in the living room caught her attention, and she turned and headed for the door and to the top of the stairs. Only halfway down, she could see Warren talking to the urn that held Adam's ashes.

  "Her pussy is so sweet, brother. Now I know why you never wanted to let her go. You always got everything, and I was just shoved to the side. But I got her now, and the baby you were never able to give her. You fucking trusted everyone, always smiling and walking around with that chip on your shoulder. No one will ever find out about you, though, so long as your little wife does what I want. Oh wait, she is going to be my little wife now."

  Gasping at his words, she jumped when Warren turned to see her there. Racing up the stairs, she tripped at the top and tumbled to the ground. Warren's hands gripped her and rolled her to look at him as he straddled her hips. Tears rolled down her face, and her arms flailed out swatting at him. "No! Get off of me! Tell me what you know! Damn it! Tell me!"

  "Fucking bitch! Stop trying to hit me!" Warren growled, finally getting a hold of her wrists and pinning her down to the floor, gripping her with one of his much larger hands. His hand was bruising on her soft skin, and more tears stung in her eyes as she became more angry than sad.

  "What happened to Adam? You know something. Why won't you tell me?" she sobbed, shaking from the pain that stabbed through her heart.

  Warren chuckled as he pressed into her. He leaned down, breathing her in and moaning. "I can still smell me all over you. You screamed so nice and pretty for me last night, begging me to fuck you harder. I have wanted you like that for so long, thought of you nightly when I jerked off. Adam would have never appreciated you like I do. Mmmmm, and you gave yourself so willingly."

  "What happened to my husband?" Leslie asked through gritted teeth, her body shaking.

  "When we were younger, Adam and I were both infatuated with you, but I was the one that saw you first. I told him I wanted you, but he weaseled his way in and took you from me. He used his charm and money and standing in the company to seduce you away from me. Nothing I did ever seemed to work, so I stood back and watched as my brother took everything, and I was left with nothing. Perfect Adam, always getting his way. I guess I got to the point I couldn't take it anymore. He was going on about how much he fucking loved you and how he couldn't wait to start a family with you. He asked me when I was going to find a nice girl," Warren began to explain as he kissed on her.

  "No, it wasn't like that, Warren. He didn't steal me from you. I never cared about you that way, at least not back then," Leslie whispered. Warren used his free hand to grip around her neck, tightening so she could no longer speak. Fear burst through her, both for her and the baby.

  "I wasn't fucking finished! Now, where was I? Oh yes, he was bragging like he always did, and when he asked me why I hadn't found someone, I told him I had, and he stole her. Well, as usual, we got into a fight, but I was tired of his shit. I left and told him he would pay for stealing you from me, for stealing everything from me. Then I made sure of it. Knowing my way around your house the way I did, I planned it perfect. I shot him without being seen and left nothing behind. I would do it again, too. Oh, Leslie, my brother wasn't so perfect. He loved you and wanted a family with you, but he was still a rich bastard. He has been fucking around on you since the beginning. You were the prize, and he would never fuck you like he really wanted." Warren continued to tell his story. The horror of it consumed Leslie, shredding the remaining pieces of her heart.

  "You bastard! You lie!" she choked through the firm grip he had on her.

  "Why would I lie about that? Here is the thing, Leslie; I have everything I need to blame you for his murder now. It took me some time, but it would be so easy and explain so much. The cops have been curious why you hide away and stay so guarded after all. His lovers are positive you found out and shot him because of it. Who do you think I was fucking before you finally dropped your panties for me? So, you can either dry your eyes and deal with the fact that I have you now, or I can throw you to the wolves. No one will believe you after I get through with you." Warren's voice was so cold and growling, unlike how he normally treated her.

  Her heart shattered into millions of pieces hearing what came out of his mouth. Thinking back, she remembered the company picnic and Vivian telling her about her pregnancy. Could Adam have been the one to get her pregnant? No, Adam would have never cheated on her. Warren was lying. He had to be lying. Tears swelled in her eyes as she looked up at him. His face so like Adam's yet his eyes filled with hate. "Why would you do this? I can't ... I have no idea."

  "Oh, my love, I did it for you. I did it for us. Now, I'm going to let you go, and you are going to get dressed and all pretty for work. Nothing is going to change for you and me. You are mine now, and I am never going to let you go." He leaned down and tried to kiss her, but she wiggled her face away. No way in Hell was she going to kiss this man after what he told her. Warren was having none of that, though. He gripped her chin tightly into his hand and pulled her toward him until he had her lips claimed.

  Once he had his fill, he let her go and moved off her. Leslie scrambled away, needing to get as far away from him as possible. How was she supposed to go to work with this new information? She needed to tell the police or someone, but Warren had told her he had a way to frame her for it all. More tears filled her eyes, and her whole body shook as she stood up and rushed back to the bedroom. There had to be something she could do to save herself from this, but she needed to calm down before she decided.

  The warm water of a shower helped to calm her down. However, as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Warren standing there waiting for her. He leaned against the dresser, watching her find clothes and get ready for work. "I wasn't kidding, Leslie. You fuck me over, and I swear to you, you will spend the rest of your life in jail, and that brat growing inside of you will spend the rest of its life in foster care. Like Hell am I going to take care of your bastard."

  "It is your bastard too," she whispered, pulling her shirt on over her head.

  Warren was on her instantly pushing her into the wall behind her. "Don't fucking smart off at me. You are going to go about life like you know nothing. You are going to tell no one what happened with Adam, and if you do everything I ask of you, I will give you the happy little picket fence life you always dreamed of. Now pull your head together or I'm going to tie your ass to the bed until you do." Warren growled his threats at her, his whole demeanor changing. How could he turn into this vicious monster so quickly? Nothing made sense to her anymore.

  Warren watched her finish getting dressed. Worry consumed her that all of this was going to drive her mad, or worse, make her lose her baby. Taking a few deep breaths, she looked at him as she reached for the door. "I have no idea how I am supposed to do this. I hate you so much now."

  "You will figure it out, and no, my dear, you don't hate me. You hate that you love me." He was so confident in his words, and it made her stomach turn. "I believe in you. After all, you will do it for the baby."

  "I just don't understand why you would do this. Adam loved you." Turning away from the door, she looked into his cold, hard eyes.

  "Adam loved himself, everything else was just him showing off. He never gave a damn about me. No one did. How do you think it was so easy for me to get over them all dying? My parents thought I was a fuck-up, and Adam was Mr. Perfect. My life is so much better. I have everything I ever wanted, and I'm giving you everything you ever wanted. What more is there to ask for?" That wicked grin, which was Warren's signature, stretched over his face. She now saw it for what it really was.

  "That is sick. Here I was thinking I was being selfish for not letting you mourn, and all the while, you were using my pain to make me think you love me," Leslie responded.

  "
I do love you! I have always fucking loved you. When will you get that through your head? There has never been a time in my life that I didn't love you. The only problem was you didn't realize how much you loved me. Now that you do, everything is perfect." He walked over to her again and kissed her softly. "You will see. We are going to be so happy. With time, you will forget about all of this, and we will be one big happy family. I'll keep you pregnant until you have all the kids you want."

  "Don't touch me. I don't want you." She could feel herself wanting to cry again. Being pregnant was making all the emotional turmoil worse.

  "Yes, you do. Stop pretending you don't care. How about this? We will both call in today, and I will help you calm down. We can take a bath together, and I will give you a nice massage. I swear to you, you will forget all about my useless, piece of shit brother." He gave her another soft kiss then pulled her away from the door. Shaking her head, she knew he was right about one thing. She couldn't go to work in such a distressed state, not and keep it all a secret. She pulled out her phone and called them to let them know she wouldn't be in. It was easier that way, and at least she had a good excuse.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Sleep had become a foreign concept to her. Nothing but fear consumed her mind, and she tossed and turned all night wishing she could figure out what to do. The idea of spending the rest of her life in prison was not appealing, but she also knew Warren had contacts. If he threatened it, he more than likely could make it happen. She had pretty much quit her job working at the women's shelter and once again kept to staying at home. If anyone were to see her, they would know something was wrong. Leslie had never been very good at keeping a poker face.

  As she lay in bed, Warren's arms were like a vice grip around her. Worried that he might do something to hurt her or the baby, she had done nothing but go along with whatever he wanted. It had been days since she last cried. It wasn't like crying would help her anyway. Warren had it in his psychotic head what he wanted to do, and there was no stopping him. She was stuck, all because she had been stupid. Sharron had tried to tell her she was getting too involved, but the feeling of being loved after so much loss meant too much to her. She hadn't talked to anyone in days.

  Feeling him shift next to her, Warren groaned and sighed, a sure sign he was about to wake up. That sickening feeling washed over her, and she was starting to believe it had nothing to do with her pregnancy. Everything made her sick these days. Her stress only escalated when anyone tried to contact her. Instead of answering her phone, she was ignoring everyone. There was no way for her to face the world beyond the house without causing more damage.

  Warren acted like nothing was wrong, strutting around as if he had won the fucking lottery. As she tried to move out of the bed, his arms tightened even more on her and she sighed. "You have to let me go. I need to pee and throw up." Her words were blunt. No longer could she pander to his ever-growing ego.

  "But I'm not ready to let you go. Can't you hold it for a few more minutes?" Warren moaned against her. His hands slid over stomach and down between her legs.

  "Not unless you want me to make a mess of you," she answered in a dead pan voice.

  Shaking his head, he rolled away from her and sighed. "Then hurry back. I need to get ready for work, and you are holding things up."

  Getting up and heading to the bathroom, she quickly took care of herself. By the time she walked out of the bathroom, Warren was standing next to the bed waiting for her. His hand stroked up and down his shaft, making it ready for what he wanted from her. His lovemaking had turned into straight-up fucking. As she moved toward him, he gripped her hair and slammed her down bent over the bed. "There is my sexy woman. You need to send me off to work the right way, now don't you. Besides, I have to give you something to look forward to when I get home."

  He rubbed his hard cock against her not so ready opening. Leslie found it more and more difficult to give her body to her husband's killer, but he didn't seem to care. Warren would fuck her until her body gave into it, or he would just get his and leave her. There was no sympathy or passion to it anymore. She was his prize, and he was determined to get all he wanted out of her.

  As he slammed his body into her, she whimpered a bit at the sensation. She hated that even though she wanted nothing to do with him, her body still physically reacted to him. "Yes, you know you want this. You know you need me. Stop trying to fight it, Leslie. Let go of the past and accept that you love me."

  There was no response; nothing she said would matter anyway. Her body bounced and bobbed as he gripped hard onto her hips and rutted into her. His grunts and groans of pleasure mixed with the sound of their skin slapping together in a twisted symphony of her broken life. Though her breath quickened, and her hands gripped into the sheets, she held back any sign that would make Warren think he had won possession over her soul. Her body was his. There was no way she could fight him, but he would never have her heart and soul. Those two things would slowly die away until all that was left of her was the shell he seemed so intent to have.

  Warren didn't take long to finish with her, slamming himself deep and crying out in glorious victory over her. Once he finished shaking and panting, he pulled from her and made his way to the bathroom. Leslie just lay there, hanging off of the bed and feeling like her life couldn't get worse. Part of her wished for her to have a miscarriage so at least she wouldn't be putting a child through this Hell she now lived in. It wasn't fair to the baby, but she also couldn't bring herself to really wish harm for it. As Warren finished getting ready for his day, she pulled herself farther up on the bed, feeling more and more like a used whore every moment of her life.

  "Okay, my precious. I will be home late tonight, but I expect you to get something nice made for dinner. Now be a good girl, get cleaned up, and stop feeling so fucking sorry for yourself. I'm going to give you a good life." He pulled her up by the back of her hair and kissed her hard and bruising. The taste of blood filled her mouth, and she fought to pull away.

  Warren chuckled pushing her back down on the bed as he walked out of the room. His cocky arrogance made her cringe as she watched him strut out the door for work. Sitting there, sick and ashamed, she knew she had to do something. This was no sort of life to live.

  Jumping out of bed, she showered to get the stink of Warren off her. Then she started searching the house. If he had used a gun to kill Adam, that meant he had a gun somewhere. If she could find it, or the supposed evidence he had on her, she would be able to take it to the police. With a racing heart, she didn't even bother to brush her hair. Instead she flipped it up into a wet messy bun and got to work searching. The Finn house was huge with lots of rooms for her to go through. Warren had completely changed the place, too, making it more his home than his parents. Most of their things had been sent off to a storage unit or sold after Adam had died and Warren no longer had someone telling him to hold on to things.

  Warren had several rooms he kept locked, and Leslie had no key to open them with. She thought about trying to jimmy the locks open but worried it would cause damage to the door and he would figure out she was trying to snoop on him. Frustrated, she fell to the couch and leaned over crying. What had happened to her life?

  Her phone rang, and she looked at it, not wanting to make Warren angry. It was a message from Sharron. It was strange, but since Leslie found out she was pregnant, Leslie was the one not answering any of her texts, and the way they were going, Sharron was getting more and more desperate about it. Finally she pressed the button and called the woman who had been her best friend most of her life.

  "Leslie, what the Hell? You tell everyone you're having a baby then just drop off the face of the Earth," Sharron said into the phone. Her voice was a mix of worry and anger.

  "I know, I'm sorry. Look, I just haven't felt well, and everything has just been crazy." Even to her own ears, Leslie sounded weak and defeated.

  "Well, I would be there to help you, but you have been acting like you don't wan
t anyone around you. It's like you have shut out the world. I know we fought, but you are still my best friend." Sharron sounded desperate to have her friend back, but Leslie didn't feel like the woman Sharron once knew. That life seemed to be so long ago. In a time before Adam's death. Maybe even a time before she got married.

  "I'm sorry. I just ..." Leslie's voice cracked trying to talk to her old friend. Memories of the past overwhelmed her. "Sharron, I can't explain it to you. You just need to leave me alone. I have to go."

  "Wait, no! Leslie, I'm not leaving this at that. Tell me what is going on? You sold your house. You left everything and everyone behind. What aren't you telling me?" Sharron interrupted her before she could hang up the phone. Feeling like the worst sort of person, Leslie began to cry.

  "Sharron, please. I can't tell you. I just can't. Just leave me alone." Leslie didn't wait that time; instead, she hung up the phone and threw it across the room, letting it shatter into thousands of pieces. What was the point of her having a phone if she wasn't going to use it anyway?

  As she got up, the sun was setting and she hadn't even started working on what she was going to do for dinner. Cooking made her sick, but Warren demanded his meal be made for him. She had turned into some sort of perverted 1950s housewife without even realizing it. What once had been a happy life had quickly descended into Hell as the death of her husband was replaced with this sick version of a little brother.

  Searching the cabinets, she found the ingredients for chicken parmesan. It wasn't the easiest of meals, but it would make him happy and keep him from taking things out on her. She covered her body with an apron and got to work, having to take breaks every so often to throw up again. She hated the morning sickness more and more. It was just a reminder of the stupid choices she had made.

  "I wish I would have been with you, Adam. I wish I wouldn't have lived through your death," Leslie whispered, flipping the chicken in the pan before rushing back to the bathroom.