Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
But Lyriope… I want her.
I want her and will do whatever I can to make it happen.
She’s mine. She’s all mine.
Her body shivers against me, her knees seem to wobble, and I finally have mercy and allow her to collapse onto the bed.
“Spread your legs,” I demand.
Her satiated state appears to make it impossible for her to resist, because she pulls her legs apart without hesitation, the mixture of both of our completions glistening in the crevice between her thighs and pussy. It’s a beautiful sight. Lyriope lying on the bed, naked, vulnerable. The two of our desires merged as one.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I say. “You should be in my bed. My house.”
“I belong here for now. You know this.” Her words come out breathless as she is still recovering from being fucked.
“I don’t know this. You could leave here right now with me.”
“I can’t.” She inhales deeply. “I need to let this play out.”
“Because you want Daddy to love you.” I say the sentence rather than ask it. “I much prefer you as a queen. Not a martyr.”
Her heavy-lidded eyes look up at me as she says, “Come to bed. Let’s not ruin the night by discussing this anymore.”
“That’s not how this goes. We aren’t lovers, Lyriope,” I say, pulling up my pants with a devilish grin. “We don’t get to sleep together, wake up in the morning and eat eggs and drink coffee. That’s not how this story goes. We are not the lovers that star in the story. We are the outcasts. The side characters that lurk in the shadows. That’s where you have put us.”
“I disagree,” she nearly purrs. “I’m not sure what you call what we just did, then.”
“Mating like animals,” I say. “Making you mine. And I will again and again and again. That is the one true fact of the night. I won’t stop until you’re handed over to me.” I study her naked body, memorizing every inch to help quench my thirst when I’m not with her. “Or until you willingly walk into my arms.”
And then as if an exclamation mark to our night of claiming and possession needs to happen, the sound of an explosion outside the window has Lyriope jumping out of bed in fear, running to the window to see what the commotion is.
“Oh my God. There’s a fire!” she announces, looking back at me with wide eyes as a second explosion occurs in the distance. “Something is on fire!”
I nod, smile, and say, “It’s a shame that Bryant collected some real beauties. Some of those cars are priceless. Irreplaceable.”
Lyriope glances back to the window, to me, then to the window. “Oh my God. Did you do this?”
I reach for the rest of my clothes and finish dressing. The clock has struck twelve and it’s time to leave… for now.
“Nick!” Lyriope’s eyes are wide. “Did you just blow up my father’s car? Are you insane? He’s going to murder you over this. The Morellis are not going to—Oh my God. Please tell me you had nothing to do with this.”
I can hear the sounds of shouts in the distance which means that this is the perfect time to end the night. I can literally walk out the front door and no one will be the wiser. Everyone will be distracted with the pandemonium I caused. I’m sure it’s a beautiful sight. A beautiful sight indeed.
“Nick!” Lyriope’s staring outside, locked in disbelief. I don’t bother looking out the window, but I know what I’d find. A classic car in mint condition. Like I said, priceless. Irreplaceable. And currently on fire. “Someone’s got a fire extinguisher. They’re putting it out, but it’s… it’s all black inside. And charred.”
“Tit for tat,” I say as I reach for my cane. “Payback for burning down my dock and boat. Only seems fair.”
“You’ve gone mad,” she mumbles more to herself than to me.
“Yes, my queen. That much has been decided.”
Without saying goodbye. Without kissing her, or whispering sweet nothings, I simply walk out the door and stride down the stairs feasting on the sounds of mayhem all around.
I’ve done what I’ve come here to do.
I claimed Lyriope’s body.
I enacted my revenge.
I put a bandage on an oozing wound of my heart and soul.
Temporary victory, but victorious nonetheless.
And as I cross the large expanse of grass of the Morellis’ property leading to where my car is parked in the distance, I toss the final match behind me. A message for my dear friend Bryant Morelli. Since I’m not sure another Tea Party is in our future, it only seems right to bring the party to him.
The scent of smoke kisses my back as I march off the property, swinging my cane in my wake. And a note on Bryant Morelli’s desk right now says:
More Tea?
Chapter Nine