by Dinah Harper
“Jesse…”
He kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other went to her neck and massaged the tense muscles. “Good girl.”
“Don’t,” she seethed.
“Shh. Turn here. Come on, you know where to go.”
She was so rattled she could barely think. “T-think about Lynne. We have to—”
“We’ll see her after I see to you first.”
He had taken her down many old and deserted roads during her junior year of high school. They spent more time than she cared to remember at every rest stop or park along the way to their house.
She dragged his hand from her neck and thrust it away from her as she stopped under the shade of a familiar tree. “You can’t—”
Two large hands gripped her face and hauled her over the console. She slammed her hands against his chest, but that did no good. His lips covered hers and when she tried to scream, his tongue thrust in and she choked on it. Her body flushed with biting cold and then a searing heat that felt as if she was being nipped by thousands of fire ants. She gripped handfuls of his hair and tried to yank his head back, but it had no effect on him whatsoever. One hand clasped her nape to keep her still while the other quested down her body. He gripped her breast through her thin shirt. She bucked and raked her nails over his cheek, which made him grunt.
He pulled back from the kiss. She felt a burst of relief, thinking this might be as far as he was gonna go, but the hand on her boob went to her seat belt and unsnapped it.
“Jesse!” She reached for the door handle to get away from him, but the hand on her nape kept her in place. “Let me go! You can’t do this anymore!”
His response was to drag her out of her seat and onto his lap. She let out an enraged bellow and smacked his cheek, knocking his glasses off his face and revealing sky blue eyes. His pupils were dilated and clouded with lust and fury. If she’d seen his eyes when she pulled up to the curb, she never would have let him in the car.
“Jesse,” she whispered.
“No,” he said though clenched teeth and opened his door.
She looked around as he stepped out with her in his arms. When she was younger, she’d been too ashamed to reach out for help, but times had changed. This time, she was desperate enough to get someone’s attention, but there was no one in the empty parking lot to come to her rescue. If she had known he would revert back to old habits, she would have taken a different route.
“Jesse, you can’t—”
“Don’t, Vi,” he said brusquely as he opened the back door. He held her struggling body easily as he folded the back seats and then tossed her in.
She lunged between the front seats to get to her phone, but he pushed her aside as he climbed in, using his body to force her back into the trunk. She knew from experience there was no way to open the back door from the inside. Her mind glazed with nightmares as he boxed her in.
“Five years,” he bit out as he crawled toward where she huddled in the furthest corner.
She held her hands up to ward him off. “Jesse, you can’t do this. It’s rape! You have no right—”
Her voice was cut off as he grabbed her and swung her to the floor. He shoved his pack to the side as he crouched over her.
“Rape?”
His voice was curiously soft as he hovered over her like a massive lion. His eyes moved over her as his hand splayed over her quivering stomach.
“You want me, you just won’t admit it.”
She levered herself up to get in his face. “I don’t want you! I never did! You forced me!”
He eased closer so their lips were a breath apart. “You want me to fight you for it.”
“You conceited motherfuck—”
His lips collided with hers. When she dropped to disengage their lips, a hand cradled the back of her head to keep her in place. When he moaned into her mouth, her nipples grew hard. Terror spread and she clawed him, but his uniform protected him from harm. His hand went between them and undid her shorts. She bucked and fought, but he yanked them down with brute force.
“Stop!” she sobbed.
“No fucking way.”
He tossed her shorts and underwear and grabbed her shirt. When it ripped, she hit him again, which caused him to pin her arms over her head. He leaned down and bit her breast.
“Behave,” he said around her nipple.
“I hate you!”
He moved to the other breast and sucked until she screamed and pleaded for him to stop. He gentled and flicked her nipple with his tongue while she stared at the ceiling and prayed that this was a nightmare, but the feel of his coarse uniform brushing over her bare skin was too fucking real to be a figment of her imagination. This was happening and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
He dragged her shirt off and then balled it beneath her head as a makeshift pillow. He forced her legs apart and slid a finger inside her. Her body bowed and her toes curled. She gripped his wrist.
“Please stop.”
“You know I can’t.”
Eyes wet with tears met his fevered ones. “You mean you won’t.”
He focused on his hand moving between her thighs. “No, I can’t. This…” He shook his head and gripped his dick through his uniform and began to stroke. “I can’t resist you.”
“I haven’t done anything!”
His jaw locked. “You don’t have to do anything. Just being you… I can’t help myself. You’re wet, but it’s not enough. What do you need?”
“I need you to leave me alone!”
“Not gonna happen.”
He adjusted her up so he could stretch out on his belly. She tried to roll away, but he spread her legs and then his mouth was on her. She screamed. He lifted her thighs as he stabbed deep. She tried to suffocate him, but his groans told her he was far from dead. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t win. She tried to ignore his caresses as he played her body, but he knew what got her off and it didn’t take long for him to make her come.
When she lay limp and defeated beneath him, he lifted his face, which was smeared with her. He jerked her under him and fumbled with his pants as he settled between her quaking thighs. He kissed her, forcing her to taste herself as he slid inside her. He shuddered and broke the kiss to pant, “Fuck!”
She felt as if she was floating out of her body as her pussy yielded to him. He yanked on her hair until she looked at him.
“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” He pulled out and then slipped back in. “You know how many times I’ve jacked off, imagining you beneath me, smelling your hair, having you look at me…” He closed his eyes and quivered above her. The tendons in his neck stood out as he struggled for control. “Fuck, I can’t wait. I need you.”
That was the only warning he got before he fucked her. No finesse, no technique, just animal lust. He pounded her into the hard floor and within minutes, climaxed. She got rug burn and bruises in the process, but she didn’t make a sound. When it was over, he braced himself over her, his hot breath fanning her face. Slowly, he pulled out of her. She followed his gaze and watched him drip over her. He had a thing for his cum. Sure enough, his hand went down and played with his semen in her pussy before he smoothed it over her stomach. His eyes bored into hers as he leaned down and kissed her. This time, she didn’t fight it.
“No more running, Vi.”
Two
She stayed in the trunk since he destroyed her shirt. She wasn’t about to sit in the passenger seat in her bra. She tipped from side to side as he finished the drive home. Her pussy throbbed and her senses were elevated while her spirit was heavy. It happened again. Five years didn’t mean shit. He hadn’t changed and neither had she since she had just been thoroughly fucked.
She didn’t move when he parked. When the garage door came down, they were encased in darkness. The interior light came on as he stepped out of the car. She told herself to grab her shorts and bolt before he could do anything else, but she lay there like a dead thing. The trunk door
came up and she sensed him standing there, examining her. He reached in and shouldered his bag before he grabbed her ankle and dragged her toward him.
“Ow!” she snapped and tried to kick him.
He pinned her ass on the tailgate and kissed her pussy before he hauled her into his arms. He managed to grab her ruined shirt and shorts and juggled them all as he carried her into the house.
“Let me go!” she hissed as she tried to get free.
“In a minute.”
He walked into his bedroom and dropped his pack on the floor before he walked into their Jack and Jill bathroom.
“If you think we’re going to shower together, you can forget it!”
She should have saved her breath. He set her in the tub and eyed her as he dropped her ruined clothes on the floor and stripped off his uniform. Her mouth went dry as she took him in. When she was seventeen, he forced her to learn every inch of his body. His years in the military had changed his physique beyond recognition. Every inch of him was solid muscle. She held up her hands as he stepped in with her.
“Please don’t,” she whispered.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
She punched him in the stomach. “Then what was that in the car? You hurt me all the time! No matter how many times I beg you to stop you never—”
He kissed her, putting a stop to her escalating voice and emotions. He picked her up and pressed her against the wall. The cum helped ease his entry this time. He fucked her nice and slow, the enclosed space amplifying the sound of her panting and hitched breaths. He covered her face with kisses and when he came again, he whispered, “No one comes close to you.”
“I hate you.”
He set her on her feet and bathed her, blocking any escape with his big body. He detached the shower nozzle to clean his cum from her and asked casually, “Are you on anything?”
She went rigid. “What?”
His eyes were steady on hers, eyelashes spiked with water as he waited for an answer. She renewed her struggles to get away from him.
“I’m… I’m…” Her mind was blank with fear.
“You aren’t on anything?”
“I-I didn’t pick up my pills after I broke up with my last boyfriend.”
His eyes darkened. “What the fuck did you say?”
“Jesse—”
He gripped her face. “You know how I feel about you with other men.”
“You don’t own me.”
“You think not?”
Two fingers slid into her pussy. He pinned her against the wet tiles as his hand worked her. She was swollen and throbbing and when he scraped his fingers against her G spot, she nearly brained herself when her head kicked back.
“You know what I did to Tucker. We don’t want any more accidents, do we?”
She clawed his arm. “Jesse, stop!”
He applied pressure, making her cramp. She screamed and gripped his wrist with both hands, trying to pull those marauding, brutal fingers out of her. A hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed, forcing her eyes to his. He pressed his wet forehead against hers.
“Tell me how many you’ve been with so I know how to punish you.”
“Fuck you!”
He did something that made her womb weep. She hunched over as he kissed her temple.
“Tell me,” he crooned
She glared at him. “Too many to count,” she panted with relish.
He wrenched her head back and kissed her hard. “You’re gonna regret that.”
He finished washing her and allowed her to stumble out of the shower. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and fled to her room where she locked both doors—the one that connected to the bathroom and the other that led into the hallway. She stood in the middle of the room, mind awhirl with fragmented thoughts. She couldn’t stay here, not with Jesse around. In less than thirty minutes he had her on her back and it didn’t stop there. He wouldn’t stop. She knew that from experience. Anytime, anywhere. He would take what he wanted and leave her wasted and empty again. She clamped her trembling thighs together. She would tell Dad and Lynne that she had to go back to Utah to pack up her life there. Hopefully, by the time she came back Jesse’s leave would be up and she could focus on Lynne without that fucker ruining everything.
She dropped to her knees beside her open suitcase and pulled on jeans and a new top. She stood in front of the floor length mirror and brushed her hair while her mind buzzed with static. Her reflection had changed little in the intervening years and the fact that her bedroom had remained untouched gave her an odd sense of deja vu. The hydrangea bedspread was the same, as were the matching curtains. Everything was bright and colorful, but it was a sham. Unspeakable depravity clung to the walls of this place. The few times she came home for a visit, she slept on the couch. Dad thought this was a weird quirk of hers. He didn’t realize that she couldn’t be in this room without remembering the hell Jesse put her through. Seeing that soft cotton candy shade of blue or pink sent her spiraling into the past. She nixed those colors from her life and preferred black and gray instead.
She pressed her ear against the door that led into the bathroom. No sound. Cautiously, she unlocked it and found the bathroom empty. The door leading to his room was open. Quick and silent, she swung it closed and didn’t breathe until it was locked. She kicked her shorts and ripped shirt into the corner and pulled out the blow dryer. When she flipped it on, her eyes went to his door. She expected him to try to break the door down or shout at her, but nothing happened.
Asshole.
She did her best to dry her wavy, long black hair as her hands shook like crazy. She focused on her task and refused to dwell on what happened. She would blank it from her mind, as she had done all the other incidents. Her goal was to get back to the hospital where their parents were. There was safety in numbers. They would collect Dad, bring him home, and then she would escape back to Utah where she would bide her time until he left.
Her hazel eyes were nearly green in the bright light. People often mentioned her eyes changed color with her moods. She hadn’t seen her eyes this particular shade in years. Her lips were a little swollen and her body was throbbing, but nothing showed on the surface. He had always been careful not to mark her too much. She shuddered.
When she walked into her bedroom, she stopped short when she found Jesse sitting on her bed. Her eyes flicked to the door she had locked before she met his inscrutable gaze.
“Ready?” he asked.
He was going to act like nothing happened. Of course, he was. His moods were as quick-changing as the Texas weather. As a teen, his abrupt personality switches gave her whiplash. He was so good at playing a role while she floundered and struggled to conceal her emotions. Five years later, nothing had changed. Jesse taught her a lot about men. Men only wanted one thing and once they got it, she ceased to exist for them. She tried to go lesbian even though she knew it would give her religious father a heart attack, but unfortunately, women didn’t do anything for her sexually. She indulged in a long string of lovers that didn’t add up to much and only reinforced the fact that most men sucked. Jesse destroyed her world when she was seventeen and she hadn’t been able to put it back together again.
“Ready.” She was proud her voice sounded even and cool when she felt as sturdy as tissue paper.
He got to his feet and she noticed for the first time that he was in jeans and a white shirt. His casual attire reminded her so much of the past that she went dizzy for a moment.
“Vi?”
She shook herself and marched toward the door. “Let’s go.”
She led the way to the garage and hesitated before she slipped into the passenger seat. Sitting in the back seat would only start an argument and she didn’t want to give him a reason to put his hands on her again. Now that he got what he wanted, he would behave for a while. She had to keep him on an even keel. All she had to do was sit here until they made it to the hospital. She could handle that, right?
He
slipped into the driver’s side. When he backed out of the garage, he turned toward her and draped his arm around the back of her seat. She shied away from him. He caught the small movement and stared at her for a few beats before he put the car in drive.
She leaned against the window and examined the neighborhood, which hadn’t changed much. A neighbor recognized the car and waved. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jesse lift his hand in acknowledgment. Jesse, the golden boy with impeccable manners. No one would believe what had been going on under everyone’s noses for years.
She clamped her legs together as her pussy pulsed. She climaxed. What the fuck? He turned her body against her, as he had when they were teens. How she felt about him didn’t matter. He could manipulate her body and took great pleasure in doing so. Once, she had loved him with every fiber of her being, but things started to change when she turned sixteen. She woke several times in the middle of the night to find him in her room. At the time, she refused to believe what was happening and came up with a ton of excuses for him, but when she was seventeen, they hit the point of no return. The veil of denial was ripped to shreds when he fucked her. And as it continued, she concluded that the step-brother she had once idolized was a depraved psychopath. The strain of pretending that everything was normal while Jesse forced her compliance broke her. Her threats, hate, or silence made no impact on him. He stole everything from her… and he was still doing it. He was heartless.
She pictured their reunion many times over the years. In some fantasies, she kneed him in the balls. In others, she smacked him across the face and in her favorite, she was able to skewer him with a look and he fell at her feet and groveled for forgiveness. Her insides writhed with shame. None of those came true. She fought, but it didn’t matter. He still won. He always won.
Neither of them said a word during the ride. The moment he parked, she was out the door. Although she hurried ahead, he easily caught up with her. She was five foot six, but Jesse towered over her at six foot three, freaking giant. As they entered the hospital, the sterile smell along with the unpleasant aroma of fear and worry, flipped her mind from her issues with Jesse to the larger one—Lynne’s impending death.
