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He nips my lip and whispers against it. “Wrong.”
Chapter Eight
Jaiden
I’m paralyzed with guilt. Ashamed, and yet oddly satisfied with the blood that’s on my cock. Melanie kneed me in the ribs and ran off to the restroom, locking herself in. Something’s laughing inside of me, and it just makes me more ashamed.
I shouldn’t feel this way.
You should. You took what belonged to us anyway.
Shut up!
I can’t believe we did that. I hate her —hate her. I hate everything that she makes me feel.
So why did you crawl into her bed?
It wasn’t me.Fuck.Some of the memories are splotchy at best. But the phantom memory of my dick inside of her is as vivid as the blood still on my cock. I followed her after she ran but stopped at the doorway. What the hell am I supposed to do? What the hell am I supposed to say? It’s already said and done.
Turning on the light switch, I sat my ass back down against my bed, staring at the rumpled sheets on her side of the room.
She’s mine. Always has been. She needed to be put in her place.
Fuck, why am I thinking that? Melanie doesn’t belong in my world. It’s too fucked up,I’mtoo fucked up. I can barely handlemyselfmost days. Rubbing my hands down my face, I smell her on my fingers.Dammit!
She should have stayed far away from me!
You would have never let her.
“Shut up!”
“Jaiden?” Melanie’s voice calls out.
I’m caught by surprise. When I see her, I bury my face in my hands again. I can’t face her right now. Not after I—
“Jada?” she tries.
Grinding my teeth, the laughter inside of my mind tries to take over, and it makes me want to stab my own chest just to stop the madness.
“Fuck!”
Melanie steps back and the guilt slams into me again. Now she’s afraid of me—truly.Of all the times I tried to keep her out of my life. She chooses this moment to finally come to her senses. I laugh out loud. Everything is beyond fucked up and I am the master of my own downfall. Of course, it has to be this way. From the moment of my birth to the moment I stepped into this fucking so-called family.
The whisper of my sister’s voice sets me on edge. “What’s wrong?”
My head snaps in her direction and my skin feels tight. How do I explain to her that it feels like I’m being split in two? How do I explain to my God-fearing parents that I feel like there’s a devil inside of me, threatening to consume me from the inside out? This particular devil has her eyes set on Melanie.
She steps back and something snaps. Getting to my knees, my head twitches at the feeling of something scratching the inside of my eardrums, whispering incomprehensible things.
“You scared of me, Princess?”
Her eyes harden, and the pain inside of them brings me joy.Why am I like this?
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
“What am I supposed to call you then, hmm? Are we onto pet names now? One good dicking and you need a nickname?”
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why does your mouth always spew shit that makes me want to just—” She growls like a little kitten and my eyes dance at the way her face flushes.