All Chapters of Dark (short stories): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Gideon laughed, hitting Eric slightly on the shoulder. "She is. Am a Lucky man."I kept my back to them, scrubbing a plate that was already clean. My heart hadn't slowed down. Eric's fingers still lingered between my legs.We sat for dinner. Gideon at the head of the table, me beside him, Eric across.Eric loaded his plate, eating as though his hands hadn't been in between my legs few minutes ago.I forced food into my mouth, chewing without tasting it. Every time I looked up, Eric's eyes were on me. Not my face. Lower, my boobs. "So," Gideon said between bites, "you staying in town?"Eric shrugged. "Maybe. Got a job interview on Monday.""That's great, man." Gideon reached for more lamb. "You can crash here tonight if you need. The guest room is free."My fork stopped mid-air.Eric looked at me. "You okay with that, sis?"I opened my mouth. Gideon answered for me. "Of course she is. We are family."Family. The word tugged at my heart, family don't try to fuck themselves behind each

I spread them. My thighs trembled against the counter edge.He kicked my ankles apart wider. The cold marble pressed into my stomach, my nipples hard against the surface. His hand stayed between my shoulder blades, holding me down.I heard him stroke himself once. Twice. The wet sound of his cock sliding through his fist made my stomach clench.He pushed back in.Deeper from this angle. I felt him in my stomach. My fingers clawed at the counter, searching for something to hold. There was nothing.His hand left my back and grabbed my hair. Pulled my head back. My neck arched. The kitchen was dark and silent except for the sound of our bodies.His other hand gripped my hip, fingers digging into the soft skin. He held me there, bent and open, and started fucking me again.Not slow this time.Hard. Fast. Each thrust shoved me forward against the counter. My nipples dragged across the cold marble. My hands slid, reaching for the edge. I grabbed it, knuckles white.His grip tightened in my

"Don't"Gideon looked up from his phone, "Why?""I..." the words stuck at my throat, I quickly ranked my brain for a lie. Any one at all."I will be alone when you travel, I'd appreciate some company."He nodded. "That's true. OK then, let's leave it."I smiled a bit and continued what I was doing.The week ran fast as I waited, patiently waiting for him even though I knew I shouldn't. I helped Gideon pack his clothes as he prepared for the journey, watching him board the plane, I came home.I stepped out the car, my eyes fell on the person I had anxiously yet patiently been waiting for. Eric was leaning against his car in our driveway. Sunglasses on, while he used his phone.He looked up when I stepped out of the car.I walked over to him."Hey, nice to have you"He nodded and dragged his suitcase, heading to the door, I followed behind him, my heart thumpingWe entered the house, dropping the bags, he walked over to me."Why did you insist I come?, Gideon said you wanted company,

His eyes locked on mine. “Watch me fuck you.”I couldn’t look away. His hips pulled back, then drove down hard. I screamed into his mouth. The bed frame cracked against the wall. I clawed at his arms, my nails drawing blood from his body. He didn’t flinch. His rhythm turned relentless, grinding me into the mattress until the burn blurred into something that made my toes curl.“You’re crying,” he said.Tears ran into my hair. He caught one with his thumb and pushed it into my mouth. “Suck.” I did, while his hips ground slow, deep circles that whitened my vision. Then he flipped me, face into the mattress, my ass up. “Hands behind your back.” One hand pinned my both wrists. The other yanked my hair until my spine arched. He slapped my ass. “This is how you should’ve been fucked on your wedding night.”He drove into me in one deep stroke. Held my wrists and fucked me with short, savage thrusts. “You were saving yourself for this. Not for him.” His hand wrapped my throat from behind,

"Then move your hand," she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper.Henry laughed. A low, short one."Bold." He removed his hand from her chest. "I like that."The Mercedes pulled onto a private airstrip. Anna hadn't even noticed they'd arrived at the airport until the car stopped and a uniformed driver opened her door.Henry stepped out first, then offered his hand. She took it. His grip tightened around her fingers. A sleek white jet waited on the tarmac, stairs already descended.Anna's heels clicked against the metal steps. The jet's interior was all cream leather and polished wood.Henry guided her inside with a hand on the small of her back. The door sealed shut behind them."Sit," Henry said, nodding toward one of the cream leather seats.Anna sat, pressing her knees together. The gown bunched awkwardly around her legs, the bodice tight against her chest. She gripped the armrests as the engines roared louder and the jet began to move.Henry didn't sit.He stood, one hand