“Yeah, okay.”
I jabbed him in the belly button and made him yelp, and we sank into a fit of giggles again.
Fifteen
Theo
DespiteeverythingI’ddoneto her, for her, going as far as to fucking piss all over her, it had achieved little to placate her mood. She still wanted to go. She still had this urgency about her. I’d hoped I could fuck it out of her system, like what usually happened. But while she was asleep, she was restless, tossing and turning, muttering under her breath.
I looked down at her in the bed, still damp from the second scrub in the shower, her hair splayed out and wetting the pillow, her skin flushed from the pleasure and the heat of the water. But her eyebrows were furrowed, her mouth was down-turned. It hadn’t worked. She didn’t have to be awake for me to see that.
What we’d done in the shower still rolled around in my mind. When she told me what Charlie had done to her, how he’d splattered cum and piss over her while Rafael watched, I almost snapped, but she brought me back down, explaining what she needed to heal from it. So brave. So clever.
It had been fun in the end, and fucking hot. Owning her like that, pushing past such a taboo barrier and enjoying each other in a new way. I didn’t know that we had many taboos left to cross, or if we’d leaped over the biggest one first and were now chasing that high, but I was fucking here for it. Her puppet. Her master. Her toy. Whatever she needed me to be.
The sight of her on her knees, laying her soft lips on my pissing cock, will never leave me. My spent cock gave a desperate twitch at the thought of doing it again. My dirty, depraved girl. Who would have guessed my once innocent sister would teach me something new?
I kissed her forehead and hushed her mutterings before climbing out of the bed and picking up my phone. I needed to call Christian back, for fuck’s sake. I couldn’t even remember if I’d hung up on him before Violet’s idea sprang out of her. How much had he heard? Was this it? The last of his help because he was now aware of what a sick fuck I was?
As the call rang out, I realized almost three hours had passed since he first told Violet that Rafe had Margaret. Shit. He’d said he’d be working on it, but I’d done nothing. Despite telling Vi that was all we could do, a ripple of guilt washed over me.
“Theo…” Christian said my name with a wary tone. Shit. Had he heard it turn sexual? We’d never outright talked about it, but I’m sure he knew there was more to our relationship, but having the audio proof might change things. He could have seen it on the cameras, picked up on it easily enough before though. It was one thing to suspect, another to hear it happening live in his family cabin.
“Sorry, mate,” I replied, running my hand through my hair. “She was…”
“I heard.”
“Did you—”
“I hung up,” he spat. “As soon as she started freaking out. Figured you’d call me or I’d see you leave through the gate.”
A moment passed, where I waited for him to call me disgusting, to kick us out of his home and remove all his protection, but it didn’t come.
Instead, I nodded, steeled myself, though he couldn’t see me. “We need to get her out, Chris. Vi’s not going to rest until we do, and I can’t have her in any danger. Not yet. Not until she can’t take the quiet anymore.”
“Yeah,” Christian sighed. “I figured as much. So, I’m working on a plan.” I heard him typing something on his computer for a moment. “You wanna get your uncle involved, right?” More typing. “I mean, I assumed…”
With a sigh, I replied, “Yeah. I don’t think we have a choice. He’s going to be pissed.”
Chris sighed. “Not as pissed as he was when Damon showed up dead. That was… interesting to witness.”
“What do you mean? How did you see him?”
Chris laughed. “He’s as easy to hack into as Rafael Delucci.”
“Meaning?”
“Really fucking hard. But I did it. And I got to watch him hear the news from your father.”
I didn’t get it. Why it was such a big deal, why they would be discussing it at all. Damon was just a henchman, a low part of the totem pole with no power.
“Why do they even care that one of Rafael’s lackeys was killed?”
“I have no idea.”
After a few deep breaths through my nose, I spoke again. “What’s the plan?”
Violet’s face turned from groggy to pleased when she woke up to find our bags packed by the bedroom door. “What’s going on?” she asked, stretching her muscles out and looking around with that frantic energy still zipping through her, though more docile this time, like it was tempered.
