After several minutes of that he pushed in deep and smiled as he watched her try not to gag. She knew he was about to come and she couldn’t swear that she wouldn’t not only gag, but throw up as well. She pulled her eyes open in surprise as she felt him pull out of her mouth.
"Get up on the bed on your hands and knees," he ordered.
She stood up and looked into his eyes. She didn’t try to hide her disgust in her look but oddly enough, that seemed to arouse him further. He grinned and rubbed his hand over his twitching cock. She crawled up on the bed and got on her hands and knees, facing away from him. He slid a hand between her legs, dragging his fingers through the moisture there. “I knew you wanted it. You like to play hard to get,” he said, sticking a finger inside of her and causing her to flinch. “That’s okay. I like to play too.”
He pulled his hand away and climbed up on the bed with her. She felt the bed shift under his weight as he positioned himself behind her and pushed his rock hard erection at her opening again. Without hesitation this time, he slid into her as deep as he could go. She was wet in spite of how badly she hated him and how much she did not want this.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? We’re good together.” Luckily he didn’t seem to want an answer because she didn’t think she could bring herself to give him one that he’d be satisfied with. He seemed like he was in his own world at that point, shoving in, pulling out...groaning and occasionally saying, “Fuck yeah!” She could feel his sweat dripping onto her back and that in and of itself was nauseating. He continued with a steady rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth, burying his cock deep inside of her. She moaned a few times and that seemed to really excite him. It pissed her off even more.
He reached around underneath her and started playing with her clit. Paige could feel herself racing towards an orgasm and the feeling of humiliation and anger was mixed deep with the feelings of pleasure her body was having. It was so fucking surreal. She finally gave into it since there was really nothing else she could do. She arched her back and dipped her face down into the mattress, biting down on the pillow as he continued his manipulation of her hard clit. He reached around with the other hand and took one of her dangling breasts in his hand and began to twist and pull on her nipple. She bit down harder to keep from screaming as an orgasm tore through her. He felt her pussy clamp down around his hard cock and he let go of her breast and reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair. He tugged her up so that her back was almost touching his chest and he leaned in and kissed her cheek...
“She likes it rough, does she?”
Paige didn’t answer him again. Again, he seemed too into what he was doing to care. He was grunting loudly and breathing hard. She knew he was ready to come and she wanted him to. She needed this to be over. He yanked back harder on her hair and continued his assault on her clit with his fingers as he plowed into her. She heard him let out the loudest moan yet and then his body tensed and he used the hand underneath her to pull her back into him hard and he held her there tightly as he came inside of her.
Thank God for birth control. The spawn of Caine would be likened to the spawn of the devil as far as she was concerned.
He held on tightly to her hair as he rocked in and out of her, milking his cock inside of her. When he finally pulled out and collapsed down on the bed Paige wished even harder for that knife. He reached over and tried to caress her like they were lovers. She tried to take it without stiffening, but to her it was a bigger insult than being fucked. She wiggled over and sat up. “Caine?”
“Yeah?” He propped himself up on his elbow and used his other hand to trace around her breasts. She shuddered. The pure revulsion had returned.
“I’m sorry about earlier...I was just in a mood.” She was shocked at how natural the words sounded...but she needed him to believe that she was interested. She needed to stay close, long enough to kill him.
He grinned. He knows how good looking he is and he was so used to using that and his father’s name to get what he wants that he didn’t even hesitate to believe her. “It’s okay baby,” he said, running his fingers across her bleeding lip. “I’m sorry I hit you. I just wanted you so bad...”
She forced a smile. It took everything in her to say, “I know,” and then she went in to use the shower. When she came out, he was gone. Her shift was over, she was going home.
Chapter 19
Damien spent his afternoon watching television and alternating between being pissed at Paige and then being pissed at his father. The bottom line was that he was pissed at life in general. He hated his fucking life. He hated that a woman like Paige could come along and he knew that no matter what, he would never be good enough for her. His life would never be anything more than it was as long as his father was alive.
He also spent some time painstakingly searching her room...with good results. He was surprised at his brother...the vent was such an obvious place. The chaos of the moment must have had Alex off his game that afternoon. He took it and left the vent open. He had every intention of telling her he had it...as far as giving it back or not, that was a different story.
He was just about to get into the shower around nine when his doorbell rang. It was too early to be Paige, besides, she has her own key. He got up and went to the door. He looked out the peep hole and saw that it was Kelsey. Fuck!
He pulled open the door and said, “What are you doing here, Kelsey?” The look on her face was instantly pissed.
“Are you going to let me in?”
“Why? What are you doing here?”
She raised both eyebrows. “You’ve never asked me that before. Is your little slut Paige giving you what you need?”
“Fuck off, Kelsey. Who or what I choose to fuck is none of your business.”
“So you admit that you are fucking her? That’s funny, because she denies it.”
“Kelsey, it’s been a long day. I’m not going to do this with you. How many times and how many different ways do I have to tell you that you’re not my fucking girlfriend and you never will be. Now if you don’t mind...”
“What happened to your leg?”
Damien sighed and rolled his eyes. It was like she didn’t even hear him.
“I cut myself shaving.”
“Why do you have to be such an ass?”
“I’m not in the mood for this shit Kelsey okay.”
“Why are you sitting alone in the dark at nine o’clock at night half-dressed? What is going on with you? Why aren’t you working or out or fucking me?”
“Get out!”
“Damien!”
“Get the fuck out now!” Kelsey looked like she was going to say something else, but she knew Damien well enough to know how far to push him.
“I’m leaving but if that little skank Paige knows what’s good for her, she’ll stay away from you.”
Damien got close to her face and gritted his teeth as he said, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop acting like you have any fucking rights when it comes to my life.”
Kelsey didn’t look scared. She was sure the fact that she was Lucas Kramer’s daughter would keep him from hurting her even if he wanted to. It had been that way her entire life. Nothing scared her. Damien knew though that she did know the harder she pushed him, the more he would push her away. She just didn’t know yet how far. He took her arm and pushed her back out into the hall. She straightened her sleeve and smiled at him. He slammed the door in her face.
He had a headache now. He went in and took two aspirin before finally getting into the shower. He didn’t have the same energy and willingness to deal with Paige now when she got home. He briefly considered pretending like he was asleep and dealing with it tomorrow but in spite of the fact that she’d actually shot him in the fucking leg...he still wanted to see her. It actually pissed him off a little bit...no woman had ever had the upper hand with him...at least not since his mother died.
He was sitting on the couch drinking a beer, dressed only in his
basketball shorts when she came in. The only light in the room was from the television, so at first he didn’t think she saw him.
She started to walk by to her room and he said, “What? You shoot me, go to work and you’re not even going to ask how I’m doing?”
She startled and then stopped and turned to face him. He noticed two things. The first was that she looked pissed and not sorry at all about shooting him and the second was that she had a fat lip. He felt himself getting pissed, remembering his brother smacking her upside the head. “Is that from where Alex hit you?” he asked.
“What the fuck do you care?”
“Are you kidding? You don’t get to shoot me with my own gun and then play the bitch.”
“Fuck you! I should have aimed higher.”
He stood up and sat his beer down. “What the fuck is your problem? We were okay...more than okay before all that shit went down this morning.”
“You want to know what happened? You say I don’t have a right to...what was it? Play the bitch. I got bitch slapped by your fucking brother, threatened by your father, my shit is upside down and torn up in that fucking bedroom...I got treated like shit by your little girlfriend Kelsey...Oh and then I got bitch slapped again by the man that murdered my brother. How’s that for a day?”
“Caine hit you?”
That was the only part of all of that he’d really heard. Damien had been pissed at his brother but he knew Alex was only protecting him. He would probably have done the same for his brother...but Caine was another story altogether. The rage that surged inside of him now for Caine was murderous. “What the fuck for?”
“It doesn’t matter. He thought he wasn’t going to get his way. He won...this time,” she said. She was trying to be flippant about it but he could see in her eyes there was a lot more to it. She was such a mixture of attitude, anxiety, grief and fear, all the time. She started to walk away again and he said, “Caine doesn’t know who you are, does he?”
He knew it was a stupid question...if he did, she’d be dead.
It was like he flipped a switch. She turned on him and in two long strides she was in his face. “Stop acting like you give a fuck! Hitting women is only a small part of what you fuckers find acceptable. Your fucking family is as worthless as the Kramer’s. You’re as fucking worthless as the rest of them so stop trying to act like a human being. It’s not working for you. You may not have killed my brother but you’re as guilty as the rest of them by association. If you have any conscience whatsoever at all, you should be ashamed.”
Damien’s switch was thrown then too. Nobody talked to him like that...but that wasn’t even what pissed him off. What pissed him off was that everything she said was true and he knew it. He grabbed her by the shoulders and literally tossed her down onto the couch. Her eyes only registered hate...not fear. Something about that touched him in a place he’d never been touched before. No one ever stood up to them. Everyone was afraid. He saw that look of fear in so many people’s eyes when they saw him and Alex and especially their father...and most of the time, he hated it. This tiny little woman was willing to stand up to them all even after being bitch-slapped by two of them and threatened by the worst of them all.
He bent down over her, still half hoping to provoke the fear in her. It was all he really knew how to do. In a low tone and with gritted teeth, he said, “If you think that I’m happy with my life...that I enjoy being a worthless thug...then you are sorely mistaken. I hate my fucking life. I have hated my fucking life for ten years since I came to this Godforsaken city and got involved with my father. I didn’t have any other fucking choices! Now...I have even less. You don’t have a clue what that is like! You live your safe little life in fucking New Jersey and you act like you know how easy it would be for me to walk away. You have no fucking idea! So maybe you’re the one who shouldn’t go mouthing off about things you know fucking nothing about!”
She hadn’t flinched but she wasn’t trying to get away either. He picked up his beer and downed the rest of it and then in another burst of anger he threw it hard across the room. It crashed into the fire place and shattered.
She still didn’t flinch. She just looked at him like he had gone crazy.
“My mother died when I was nineteen.” His voice softened a little...he couldn’t help it when he talked about her. “She didn’t just die...she was eaten up a little bit at a time by Cancer and I got to watch a piece of her die every day. Those days at the end when I was the only one there to care of her and she was so sick that she forgot my fucking name were the worst. Alex couldn’t handle seeing her like that so it was up to me to take care of her. I kept telling myself...even when she was dying right before my eyes...that there was hope as long as she woke up every day. There wasn’t and she tried to get me to put her in a hospice or nursing home so I didn’t have to watch her go...but she never would have done that to me and I couldn’t do it to her. I used to sit and talk to her all day long sometimes while she was still alert. There was one thing she asked me for every time. She asked me...no, she fucking begged me not to be like him. She told me I was better than that and that once his life touched me I would be tainted by it forever. I told her I never would and at the time I meant it. I didn’t know yet...I just like you, didn’t have a clue. I let her die believing that I was going to be a good person...and now, I have to live with that lie every fucking minute of every fucking day. I don’t need you to tell me what we are. I know!”
He sat down on the couch and took his head in his hands. He ran his fingers roughly through his thick hair. Some days he wanted to fucking pull it all out. He was coming down from his rage now and he was regretting opening up to her. It wasn’t going to help and all it did was make him look weak...like a big fucking pussy. He was actually glad she wasn’t saying anything. There was nothing to say anyways. They sat there in silence for a long time before she finally asked, “Why?”
He looked at her face. She looked like she’d lost some of her anger too. He knew what she was asking but he hadn’t decided whether or not he wanted to continue talking to her about it.
“Why what?”
“Why would you break your promise to her?”
Damien laughed. It came out sounding like a harsh, choking sound. “I told you, I didn’t have a choice.”
“I don’t understand what that means. Is Jackson forcing you to live like this?”
“Wow, you really don’t understand, do you? Yes, he is forcing me. This isn’t the kind of family that you can choose to walk away from. He designs my life...not just some of it, all of it. He dictates where I go and what I do and who I see every fucking minute of every day. I always have to take into consideration whether what I am doing will be acceptable to him or not. Alex and I are just expected to do what we are told. My father respected my mother’s wishes for whatever reason until she died. I’m sure he could have come and taken us by force at any point...maybe she knew too much, I don’t know. I’m just thankful for the time I had with her and the nineteen years I didn’t understand what this family was really about. As soon as she was gone, we were his and there was nothing we could do about it. He’s not interested in us the way a father is supposed to be...not me, anyways. Our only purpose is to make him look good. We’re the “heirs” to his “throne” and he expects...no, he demands that we act accordingly.”
“What about the rest of the family? Doesn’t Jackson have a lot of siblings? Are they all involved in the “family business?”
“Yes. Some of them feel the same way I do...at least I suspect that they do. It’s an unspoken thing. If anyone dared say it aloud....my father would see that as disrespect and the consequences would not be pretty. I suspect my uncle Kevin feels like me sometimes. He’s been forced to do this his entire life, but he’s not as hard-edged as the rest of them. Out of everyone in this family, my uncle Kevin is the only one who ever stood up for me. We just have always clicked. He goes out of his way to check in on me and make sure things are...at least not po
sitively unbearable. If not for him....”
Damien tapered off. He was getting too emotional. He was letting his guard down with her...he’d been taught that could be a fatal mistake. Where Paige was concerned, his family needed to be taken down. He’d be really stupid to hand her any leverage, even if it was to show weakness.
“So you stay...and do the things you do...to save your own ass, basically.” Her voice was thick with sarcasm and after he’d just bared his soul to her, that really pissed him off.
“Fuck you!” he stood up off the couch again. “You don’t get to be judgmental about my life. You have no fucking clue what it’s like. I have to live with the things that I’ve done and seen every day of my life. Worst of all, I have to live knowing that if my mother was still alive, she would be as disgusted with me as you are. So until you’ve lived any life except for the one where you end up with a cushy medical degree you have nothing to say about it.”
She sat quietly for a minute and when she opened her mouth again, the sarcasm was gone. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m sorry about your mother. My father died from cancer as well. The rest of it...I don’t understand...but I guess I feel for you, in a way.” Nice, now she was offering him pity.
He laughed again. “I don’t want your pity.”
“Good because I’m not offering it,” the sarcasm was back. He preferred that. It kept him angry. You may have been nineteen when all of this happened, but you’re not nineteen any longer...”
“Once again, fuck you! We’ve more than established that you don’t know a thing about any of this princess.”
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