Sick Boys: Chapter 48

“You’ve seen it before,” Alistair says. “Haven’t you?”

Penelope nods, but she can’t even say a goddamn word.

“She has the final piece of the circle,” Dylan says.

“She was a part of us,” I say, stepping closer.

Tears well up in her eyes. “Why … why would she lie to me?”

The knife in her hand steadies, but I’m not afraid, not even as the tip penetrates my skin. Still, I inch closer and wrap my hand around hers. Slowly, she yields to my grip as I lower her hand.

Suddenly, she falls into me, bawling her eyes out.

And I just stand there, not knowing what to do with her.

I haven’t seen her cry like this. Not even as we chased her, bullied her, stalked her, used her, fucked her, hurt her. Not ever … until now.

I look up at Dylan, who makes big eyes and smashes his lips together like he wants me to do something. But these things do not come naturally to me.

After a while, I lift my hand and pat her on the back.

It only seems to make her cry more.

The knife rolls out of her hand onto the ground, and her arms wrap around me.

And fuck me, it’s been too long since I’ve felt this kind of embrace.

It’s the kind of hug I’ve only had from two people in my entire life.

Her and Eve. And it’s the kind of hug that can ignite a long-extinguished heart and set it ablaze, even in this cold, rainy weather.

I don’t know what to tell her except … “I’m sorry.”

I don’t say these words a lot, but today, they matter.

The scars we bear are deep and gnarly, and they still hurt even today.

She looks up into my eyes. “What?”

My lip twitches. “Don’t make me repeat that.”

“I know what you said. You’ve just never said it before.”

“Then don’t take it lightly,” I say.

She wipes some of her tears away, her eyes smudged and stained with mascara. “It’s so hard to believe.”

“She meant a lot to us.” I grab her chin and tilt her face so she keeps her gaze fixated on me. “You mean a lot to us.”

“We just didn’t want you to snoop in our business and find out about Eve,” Alistair says. “Because we knew it wouldn’t take long for the entire school to find out.”

“And my father would kill me if that happened,” Dylan adds. He raises a brow as he clutches his waist with both hands. “But you’re much more like your sister than we thought.”

She pulls away from me and holds up her hands. “Whoa, wait a minute, this is all a little too much to take. You’re all telling me you knew I was her sister, yet you still wanted to fuck around with me?”

“We didn’t set out on it,” I reply, running my tongue across the inside of my cheek. “But you made it impossible to stay away.”

She takes even more steps back until she’s almost on the trail leading out of the cemetery. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I walk closer, but she backs up, almost like she’s still afraid of me.

Of us.

And the thought alone makes me both angry and excited as hell.

“Would you have believed us?”

She rubs her lips together before shaking her head. “You didn’t give me a chance.”

Dylan approaches too, extending a hand, but all it does is make her move farther back. “C’mon, Pen. Don’t do this.”

“You fucked my sister … and now you’re fucking around with me too,” she says through gritted teeth.

I hate the way she speaks about us.

Like all we care about is some ass.

My nostrils flare. “Say it again like that.” My hand turns into a fist. “I fucking dare you.”

“I’m not here to be her replacement,” she says, swallowing. “I won’t let anyone fuck around with me.”

“You are not a replacement,” I seethe, angered she’d say that out loud. “You … you are so, so much more to us … to me …” I take in a breath, having a hard time with myself because I’ve avoided even thinking about this.

In fact, I almost convinced myself it wasn’t true.

“Even more than Eve.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t believe you.” Her face contorts. “You danced with that girl.”

“I danced with that girl to take my mind off you,” I interject. “To prove to myself I was still the same coldhearted asshole I ever was.”

Her eyes widen in shock.

“Wow … Felix Rivera has actual feelings?” Dylan jests. “Never thought I’d see that day.”

“Shut up,” I snarl.

When she turns around, I growl, “You run now, and I will make you remember who you belong to.”

“Fuck you,” she says, and she sticks up her finger.

That’ll fucking do it.

She runs off through the trees, and it takes just one glance over my shoulder to know we’re all going for the chase.

As I run after her with Dylan and Alistair on my heel, my feet burst with energy. We pass through the trees and jump over graves, getting closer and closer. Adrenaline shoots through my veins, and by the time I catch up with her, I’m a fucking torrent of desire.

“Mine,” I growl as I grasp her foot and stop her in her tracks.

She tumbles to the ground, and I pin her down, crawling on top of her.

“Let me go,” she snarls as she writhes underneath me.

“No,” I reply, grasping both wrists and pinning them above her head.

Rain pitter-patters down onto her face, mixing with her tears and running mascara, making a hauntingly beautiful sight.

Both Dylan and Alistair hover over me. Her face contorts the moment she realizes she has nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. There’s no escaping us.

“Why?” Her desperate voice is like a plea for mercy. And even though I love the sound, it’s almost as if she’s begging me to want to use her in this context.

But that’s no longer an option.

“Why can’t you let me go?” she mutters, her pouty, red-stained lips so attractive I almost want to lean in and kiss them just to take away the pain. “Why do you even care?”

I lick my lips. “Because you’re ours, and it’s time you understood what that means.”

She grimaces. “I can’t believe I fell for the same trap my sister did.”

A trap?

“She didn’t fall into any trap,” Alistair says. “She found us.”

She frowns. “So what … you did all that kinky shit to her too?”

I nod slowly so she understands what kind of relationship we had.

“Everything and more,” Dylan says, licking the raindrops off his lips. “And you know what? She liked it.”

She shakes her head. “No, that can’t be true.”

I tilt my head. “Maybe you didn’t know your sister as well as you thought.”

“She was more than just a sex doll,” Penelope quips.

I slam my fist into the mud, splattering it all over as I growl at her, “Do not call her that.” Her eyes widen at my sudden rage. “Just because we used her as a slut does not mean she’s nothing more than that. Not to us.”

She shivers, but I don’t know if it’s from the cold or from what we’ve just told her.

“But you call me the same thing,” she mutters.

“Exactly,” I say.

The air is thick with tension as she holds her breath, despite wanting to say so many things all at once.

I know she hates me.

She’ll continue to hate me into eternity, and I knew that going into this.

But then why does my fucking heart feel like it’s being stabbed by a million of those fucking knives of hers?

I lower my head so she can’t see my eyes.

Because, dammit, they would betray me.

I grasp her face and kiss her once, peering into her eyes to search for a reaction. But they’re riddled with questions even I don’t have the answers to.

I told myself I wouldn’t do this again.

That Eve would be the last, and I’d rather die fucking around with random girls than fall for even one of them. If you continue to lie and tell yourself none of it matters, you’ll start to believe it.

But even that was a lie.

A slow, decrepit smile spreads across my cheeks.

I give up.

“You want to know why I won’t let you go?” I whisper into her ear.

She nods.

“Because I need you.”

Her breathing falters.

And I hate how weak it makes me feel.

“For all my fucked-up cravings.”

She shudders.

“And if someone else even thinks of touching you, it makes me want to gouge out their eyes and split open their brains for even daring to think about it.”

“What?” she mutters.

I lean back to look into her eyes. She looks at me like she can’t believe it, and I don’t blame her because even I find it hard to believe. The last time I felt this madly possessive over someone was with Eve.

But with Penelope … It’s even worse.

I want to own her. Mark her. Kill anyone who dares to take her from me.

And it makes me fucking wild.

My fingers slowly rake through her hair, grabbing a few strands to take a whiff.

I can definitely smell her fear, her arousal as I sit on top of her, the palm of my hands slowly moving down her arms. She’s not even fighting back anymore.

“I don’t want to share you,” I whisper, “but you know as well as I do that they won’t ever accept it if I keep you to myself.”

I groan as my tongue darts out to lick her skin, her taste so fucking addictive I could lick her up all day and still not have enough.

“I fucking need you, Penelope,” I say. “I need you to uphold your end of the deal …” My tongue travels down in a line from her earlobe to her neck, licking up every droplet of rain until none are left. But I need more. So much fucking more. “I need you to scream for me and only me. Can you do that?” I bite down on her skin until my teeth draw blood, and she cries out in both agony and bliss.

“Fuck … so fucking perfect,” I murmur, licking up her blood.

“Wha—”

But before she can finish her sentence, my lips smash onto hers.

And I don’t fucking care who sees.

Penelope

I’m stunned.

He needs me?

Did he actually just say that out loud?

No, that can’t be right. He must mean my body.

After dancing with that other girl, he just wants to finish his urges with me.

But then why is he kissing me like this? Greedy, hungry, like he wants to destroy me with not just his words but his tongue too. Like he wants to own my fucking soul.

His tongue sweeps past the roof of my mouth as he lays claim to my mouth while his hand slowly snakes around my throat. But I’m not afraid of him.

If he wants me as badly as he says he does, he won’t hurt me.

Even when he bit me, he didn’t go deeper than the moment I screamed as if the sound of my voice stopped him from going too far.

What if he really does want me?

The thought flashes through my mind, but I ignore it as his lips make it hard to focus. His hand squeezes my throat while he groans into my mouth.

“God, I hate it. I hate what you’ve done to me.”

What I’ve done to him?

Suddenly, he lets go and crawls down my body, jerking up my soaked-through dress.

“What are you doing?” I mutter.

“I’m gonna fucking lick your soul out of your body.”

RIP!

I squeal, but Alistair slams his hand onto my mouth and whispers, “Don’t make a sound. Unless you want someone to see you like this.” He bites his bottom lip.

I shake my head and look down at Felix, who’s torn my underwear to shreds.

But the second his mouth lands on my pussy, my eyes almost roll into the back of my head.

“Fuck, you’re already wet for me,” Felix murmurs against my skin, and he swivels his tongue back and forth across my slit.

“Hey now, don’t take her all for yourself,” Dylan says as he steps right next to me. “Let us have some fun too.”

Felix’s lips only tear away from mine to glare up at Dylan, and oh boy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this enraged. “Don’t interrupt my meal.”

Fuck. That’s hot.

I can literally feel the heat rising in both my cheeks and my core.

Don’t let it get to you, don’t let it—

His mouth covers my clit, and he sucks so hard my toes curl.

“I can feel you moan through my hand, Penelope.” Alistair goes to his knees in front of me and zips down. “Keep making those sounds. Even when you can’t breathe anymore.” He slowly removes his hand, only to part my lips and push his thick, bulging hard-on inside.

“You’d better be fast,” Felix grumbles. “Because I’m not gonna hold back, and if she fucking bites your dick off, that’s on you.”

Felix amps up the pace, and my moans become faster and heavier with every stroke of his tongue. But when his fingers join in, I’m about ready to die and go to heaven. He thrusts them inside while moaning against my pussy, lapping me up like I’m his last fucking prison meal.

It’s wrong, so fucking wrong, but I want more, so much more.

And when Alistair thrusts into my throat, I take him all the way down, moaning like the whore they say I am.

And for a split second, I wonder … how long?

How long until our deal is over and all that’s left are hungry eyes and a body yearning for attention?

No, don’t think like that.

You’ve had lovers before.

Suddenly, Felix’s fingers touch that spot deep inside that makes my pussy contract, and I explode into an orgasm out of nowhere, wetness spilling from me as fast as my eyes open wide.

“That’s it. Drown me with your wetness,” Felix groans, licking it all up like he actually enjoys it.

No, I was wrong. I’ve never had lovers like this before.

Never.

Never before. Never after.

Because nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to this.

Can I ever do without?

“Alistair.”

Dylan’s voice abruptly pulls me from my thoughts.

“Eyes up here.”

Both our eyes go to Dylan, who has already pulled out his ample length and is jerking it off. The slow hardening of his pierced shaft makes me gulp, and Alistair’s length throbs inside my mouth like it’s yearning for a cock too.

Dylan steps over my body and grabs Alistair’s hair, forcing his face to his hard-on. “Keep fucking her mouth, and I’ll fuck yours.”

Dylan thrusts into Alistair’s mouth without warning, and Alistair’s length pulses inside me again, and fuck me, it’s the hottest thing ever to watch him suck while I suck him.

A mixture of saliva, rain, and sweat covers my face, yet I don’t even care.

“Don’t stop,” Alistair moans. I’m not sure if he means Dylan or me, but I don’t even care at this point.

Felix continues to pump away inside me, alternating fingers with tongues and sometimes both together, making me delirious with need.

“Fuck her tongue like you own it,” Dylan rasps.

And I moan when Alistair pushes harder, faster, deeper, just from his commands.

It’s as if being told what to do makes him want to please, just like me.

And even though I hate that part about me, he seems to have accepted it’s a part of himself.

Maybe I should just give in, too.

My eyes burst open, but I can’t even process my own thoughts as I’m being pounded by Alistair’s thickness, watching Dylan’s face scrunch up as he’s about to explode.

But right before he does, he pulls out of Alistair’s mouth and shoves him away. I cough, choking on my own saliva as his dick pulls out too.

“I want my fucking turn with her,” Dylan groans.

Felix pulls out and lifts his head. “Lift her.”

“What?” Dylan frowns. “Why not let me have my way first?”

Felix’s eyes narrow. “Do what I tell you to fucking do.”

Dylan clenches his jaw, but still he moves into action, forced to obey the fucking ringleader who doesn’t want to share.

What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into?

Suddenly, Alistair and Dylan hoist me up by my arms and hold me in front of Felix, whose smug face makes me hate myself for enjoying what he did with his tongue so much.

Felix steps back and sits down on a tomb with his hard-on on full display right through his soaked gray jeans, muscular pecs visible straight through the fabric of his black long-sleeve shirt, his wet hair contouring his harsh face, half-mast eyes dark and intense.

And then he beckons me. “Straddle me.”

I lick my lips, contemplating if I should do what he says … or run away.

But where has it ever gotten me?

Only right back into their arms.

There’s no escaping them or this onslaught of lust whirling through my body, taking over my brain.

So maybe I should just … give up.

Don’t stop.

Don’t look back.

Don’t fall.

Run.

My sister’s words … finally, I understand them.

I let out an exasperated sigh.

My conscience.

My ego.

My heart.

All of it flew away with that single breath.

And I feel free as a bird.

I walk toward Felix with my dress still scrunched up, my pussy on full display as I stand before him in the pouring rain. He zips down his jeans and pulls out his long, fully pierced cock, the metal still a sight to behold.

His hand rises to fondle me, and he grips me by the waist and pulls me closer, closer, down, down, down, until the tip as well as that piercing touch my entrance.

And then I slowly lower myself.

The feeling is divine, and even though I’ve felt it before, it never felt as good as it does now that I’m … free.

Free of my own criticism, free of consequence.

There’s only me and them, their cocks and my willing, lusty body craving release.

“That’s it, Penelope. Break for me,” Felix groans, gripping my waist with both hands while he pounds into me. “Does it feel good to be my little slut?”

I moan when his piercing touches my clit. “Fuck, yes.”

And I’m done denying it.

The grin on his face almost makes him unrecognizable compared to his usual stoic face. “Then spread your fucking ass cheeks.” His hands slide up my dress until he exposes my ass. “And show them how badly you want to be their slut too.”