This Isn't Over Baby (War & Peace #3) Page 2
“Stop calling me that!”
Another pang of disappointment washes through me. “Please just put it down. If he comes in here and sees you like this, he won’t be as nice as me. Let me figure out a way to get you out of here.”
Ignoring me, she throws the lamp in my direction but it doesn’t go very far, since it’s still plugged in, and lands on the bed. She’s fiddling with the window by the time I reach her. My arms wrap around her and I pin her naked back to my chest.
“Stop,” I order. Having her bare flesh pressed against my suit has my dick hardening. She’s dirty, but a faint scent of lotion—something unfamiliar to me—floods my senses. It smells fresh and clean. It’s a direct contrast of the girl wiggling in my arms.
“Let go of me!” she shrieks. “Are you hard right now?!”
Her words have me clenching my eyes closed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “No,” I lie and wrangle her over to the bed. “I told you to stop moving.”
She cries out when I tackle her onto the bed. Her body is beneath mine, and I have to look away from her wild eyes, so I don’t go crazy with the need to thrust into her. Her thrashing is only serving to make me more excited.
“If he thinks I can be a man, he’ll leave me be. So just go along with this and he’ll leave us alone. I’ll get you out of here. Trust me, you want me fucking you and not him. He’s a cruel bastard.”
Her body trembles, but resignation courses through her. “Don’t hurt me.”
Grinning, I slowly pull one hand from beneath her and stroke a blonde strand from her eyes. “I would never hurt you.”
I lean forward and press a soft kiss to her lips. I’d kissed a girl named Julia at summer camp because the other kids dared us. After what was the most dizzying and exhilarating moment in my life, she laughed at me and told everyone I tasted like cucumbers. Something tells me this kiss will be better. Krista won’t belittle me because she needs me to be her hero.
I’ll be her fucking hero.
“He’s probably listening on the other side,” I whisper to her. “Get it together for me, sweet girl.”
Her eyes well with tears and she nods. “Okay.”
I reluctantly release her and right the lamp back on the table while keeping my eyes on hers. Her perky tits bounce with each nervous breath she takes. When I shed my jacket, her eyes widen with fear.
“I. Won’t. Hurt. You.”
She nods again and tears her gaze from me as I undress. My dick is nothing to be ashamed of and I want her to see it. I want her to see I’m all man—not a wimp like my dad and his friends say. Her curiosity wins out because she once again flits her eyes over to me. I watch with pleasure as she skims over my body with a look of interest.
Once I’m fully naked, I crawl onto the bed beside her. I’m not sure what to do with her, but I know what my dad expects. He is going to want me to take her. Hard. The way he and his repulsive friends do. And once he takes his turn, I’ll make him sorry. I’ll save her from this hellhole, and we’ll go somewhere. Together.
“I have a confession,” I say with a smile as I tenderly stroke her flat stomach.
She shudders at my touch but regards me with pinched brows.
I can’t look at her when I say it. “I’m…a, um,” I struggle, my father’s taunts echoing in my head. “I’m a virgin. I know how sex works, though, so you don’t have to worry about me putting it in your ass by accident…like they said,” I rush out and then snap my mouth shut. So much for not making a stupid ass out of myself.
Her eyes flicker to mine. “We don’t have to do this,” she murmurs. “We can pretend.”
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 I 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 screams 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 nearly a decade's 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.
The Present
“JOHAN,” ALEJANDRA PLEADS, HER olive-colored hands clawing at my chest. “Don’t leave me.”
I’m an animal locked in a goddamned cage.
Pacing and angry.
Unfuckingcontrollable.
I push her away from me and stalk toward the window over the kitchen sink. It’s my stalker post. Most days, I spend hours and hours praying they’ll go down to the beach. And don’t even get me started on when it rains. When I don’t see them. Those days, I can barely hold it together.
“Our time is through, Alejandra,” I say as I grip the countertop and peer out the window. “I have unfinished business. Business that doesn’t involve you.”
Her continued sobs grate on my nerves. I clench my jaw and squint my eyes. From this distance, I wouldn’t be able to see her face. Not that she’s out there this afternoon anyway. Sometimes, I climb up on their back porch after dark and watch them through the glass because I need to see her. Tonight will be one of those nights.
I close my eyes and envision her bouncy blonde curls. She gets bigger and smarter every day. Her laughter, which I can hear through the glass, is adorable as hell. Sometimes I feel like crashing through the glass, slaughtering the entire goddamn family, and taking her back home with me where she belongs.
I may be a psychopath, but I’m also her father.
To destroy her entire life would fuck her up. Just like my father fucked me up. And I will not be that asshole. Even I have some morals.
But lately, it’s becoming harder and harder to stay put knowing she’s growing up without my presence in her life. I know Baylee will love the child with all she’s got. That’s who she is, despite knowing I’m the girl’s father. If the father was Satan, Baylee would still love her all the same.
“Johan…”
I tense at Alejandra’s teary pleading. “You know that’s not my fucking name,” I say with a growl, refusing to look at her. It’s been a little over two years since I stepped foot in her old kitchen where she brought me back to life. Where she slipped me right into the role of her late husband. We never discussed my real name. The crazy bitch just went right along living in her pretend bubble.
Well, I’m tired of fucking pretending.
“My name is Gabriel Sharpe.”
She wraps me in a hug from behind and it relaxes me a bit. Whenever her big tits are smashed against me, I tend to get distracted. “I’ll call you Gabriel if that makes you happy. But please don’t leave me. I love you.”
I turn to regard her. Her palms slide up my chest to my cheeks, which now sport a thick beard. She practically digs her nails into my flesh to make me look down at her. Brown, bloodshot eyes behind wet lashes look up at me.
“Don’t leave me.”
Inhaling a deep breath, I attempt to calm myself. I’m comfortable here. If I took the girl, I’d be on the run. Baylee wouldn’t stop until she found her. I would have to kill the child’s mother and that just isn’t fucking happening.
I close my eyes. But perhaps, I could take them both…
“Gabriel,” Alejandra whispers in desperation. “Stay.”
Blinking my eyes open, I regard the beautiful woman. I’d miss her. I don’t know what to do but this peeping Tom bullshit isn’t cutting it. My daughter turned two a few months ago, and she doesn’t even know me.