Into Darkness (Whitsborough Chronicles Book 2) Page 3

  “I’m sorry about earlier, I received some news this morning.” I tell her. She doesn’t answer and I don’t fault her, I know she’s pissed. “Tommy killed himself.”

  Her head snaps around to look at me and her eyes fill with unshed tears.

  “So, I’m sorry I snapped at you.” I say still watching the fire.

  “I know you’re going through some shit, Embs. But we just want to help.”

  “I know.”

  The guys make their way down to the beach once the air has cleared and it’s obvious Adri and I won’t be pulling each others hair out, ball sacks. Then we all just watch the fire, with me sipping the same beer while everyone else gets progressively more drunk.

  It’s creeping closer to midnight and Travis comes to stand behind my chair. “What does the birthday girl want?”

  “Nothing.” I shrug, “I already have everything I need.”

  “Well, I got you something anyway.”

  He hands me over a thin rectangular wrapped gift. The paper is in bright colours that says Happy Birthday all over it. I hold it for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. Sure, my mother gave me gifts and Tommy gave me gifts but I wasn’t expecting anything tonight.

  “You have to rip the paper off to get to the gift.” He says sarcastically.

  I rip open the wrapping and see a picture frame. It’s a picture of me and Adri at Vin’s party earlier this year. We are dressed in our bikinis with our arms wrapped around each other and our heads tipped back with laughter. It’s a nice picture.

  “Thank you.” I hear a sniff and look over at Adri.

  “I have something, too.” She hands over a small gift bag.

  I take it and smile at her. I can tell she needs reassurance-our actual friendship is still young-and I know I’m not doing a good job. I open the bag and see a small book. I pull it out and on the front it says Family. When I open it up I quickly discover it’s not a book but a photo album. She has our party pictures, selfies of us getting ready together, Vin and I dancing, Travis and I at lunch and my favourite a selfie of all four of us after the theater party. The ice encasing my heart cracks.

  “Thank you Adri. This is amazing.” It really is, I’m not even pretending on that. It’s nice to be able to cherish all the good memories.

  “You’re welcome, there are some empty pages in there we can fill up during our senior year.” I nod and smile at her.

  “My gift will come later.” Vin says with a wink.

  I can only imagine it includes the coconut oil.

  The room is decorated with candles, casting a warm flickering glow throughout. The music is playing Niykee Heaton’s Lullaby-the same song I sang at the theater party-and there is a large rectangular wrapped gift on the bed.

  “Go on, open it.” Vin says into my ear.

  I walk to the bed and sit down beside the gift. My body is overcome with nerves as I stare at the package. It looks like a picture frame and I can only imagine it’s something totally inappropriate, given he wanted to do it alone. I pull the gift into my lap and slowly unwrap it. The back of a canvas unveils itself and my heart pounds even faster.

  “Can you hurry up?” He huffs out, “fuck this is making me so fucking nervous.”

  I cock a brow at him and flip over the canvas, I’m shocked when I see my own face on it. My head is tipped back facing the sky while my eyes are closed. My lips are slightly pursed and looking a bit irritated.

  “That was the first time I saw your face up close. I did see a bit of it the first time I saw you at the gym but you were so far away.” He sits down beside me, running his finger over the painting. “This was the first day of school and you were standing at those doors looking like you wanted to be anywhere else but there.”

  “You’ve made me look like an angel when I’m anything but.” I say as I touch the blurring colours around my head casting an angelic glow to my painted features.

  “I don’t know about angel, but this is how you look to me.”

  “I love it.” I really do, and fuck, I love him so much.

  “I love you.” He leans in to kiss my cheek.

  “This is the painting I saw in your room.”

  “Yeah, I almost fucking lost it when you saw it. Thank God you didn’t recognize yourself.”

  I place the canvas on the side table by the bed and then move to straddle my man. My knees are on either side of his waist and I grab his cheeks in my hands. His hands automatically fall to my hips and he pulls me in tighter rubbing me along his hardness. I get the urge to taste him and I won’t deny myself any longer. With my hand on his chest, I force him to lie back and drag myself lower taking his pants and boxers with me. I fall to my knees on the floor by the side of the bed with my hands on his knees and look at the beautiful cock standing tall in front of me. The piercing at the tip is glistening with his precum. Vin lifts himself onto his elbows to watch and a gorgeous smirk crosses his mouth.

  “You gonna suck that shit baby? Or stare at it?” He mocks me.

  A growl escapes my mouth as I lean forward and lick the precum off the tip. He moans so deep and I can feel my panties are already flooded. I keep my eyes on his and watch as the green becomes a stormy colour and his lids become heavy. I run my tongue along the underside of his cock and revel in the salty taste of his velvety skin. The noises he makes are spurring me on as I swallow him whole and he hits the back of my throat. My gag is automatic and he curses as I do it again and again. My left hand cups and massages his balls as my right hand strokes his shaft to meet my mouth. His hand grips into my hair and he pulls it tight to lift my mouth off of him. I growl in frustration and he growls right back at me.

  “I want to fuck you Ember, not cum in your mouth.” That does it.

  I stand up and remove my bikini and jean shorts. He chucks his t-shirt and removes his pants from around his ankles. I crawl over his body and he flips us around so that he’s on top.

  “My turn.” He grins.

  He kisses slowly down my neck, flicking his tongue against my skin. He nibbles his way over my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples. His right hand slowly skims up my thigh and his fingers dance over my soaked folds. This teasing is making me frustrated and I begin to pull him back up. I don’t care to be eaten out right now, I just want to feel his velvet steel inside me.

  “I need you inside me.” He looks into my eyes and nods.

  He hooks my left leg over his right arm and lines himself up with my opening. I wait for the pinch of discomfort as he pushes into me but instead with how wet I am, I feel myself opening and sucking him in.

  “Oh, fuck.” He breathes into my neck, “Ember, this pussy is mine.”

  He always has something filthy to say and it makes me always that much wetter. I hear my fluids sucking around his cock as he pounds into me lifting my leg higher and hitting deeper. His piercing dragging along my walls making me clench around him and I push on his chest to switch places with him. He’s lying on his back and I have his cock deeper inside me as I grind down on top of him. The stimulation on my clit alerts me to how close I am to coming. His hands grab both of my ass cheeks and he squeezes hard as he pounds me down onto him in a punishing rhythm. Stars dance around the edges of my vision as I come so hard with a scream, tossing my head back.

  “That was one.” He chuckles. He lifts me off of him and turns us around, “get on all fours baby, I want you to spread your cheeks.” My lower belly burns again with arousal. It is astounding that I just came but I am ready to go again.

  I do as I’m told and spread my legs wide. I hear his groan and he pushes two fingers into my pussy pumping slowly. I moan and hang my head, just feeling what he’s doing to me. He slowly slides his fingers out and up around my ass. This isn’t new, Vin always loves fingering my asshole. Then I feel the smear of something cold and it instantly melts against my heat.

  “Coconut oil.” He whispers when I instinctively tighten my glutes.

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sp; I guess we really are doing this. I breathe through my nervousness and relax. I hear the slick noises behind me and I know he is also coating himself. I’m not scared of the pain, these days I welcome pain, it helps me feel. I feel him line up against my puckered hole and slowly push himself inside. The ring of muscle holds tight, barring him entrance and we both groan at the feeling.

  “Take a deep breath, baby.” He whispers and I do as he says.

  Finally, with another short pump the tight ring of muscles give way and the head of his cock is inside. There is a burning sensation but nothing terrible as he continues to push his way in. Then I feel his balls slap against my pussy and he is fully seated inside my ass. The full feeling I usually get from Vin is magnified back there and I begin to pant. I need more or something. As if sensing this he starts moving slowly, in and out. It feels good but I need him to pick up the pace, I begin to rock back to meet his thrusts, increasing my speed.

  “Play with yourself.” He grunts as he really starts to pound into me.

  I do as I’m told and rub my clit with the two forefingers on my right hand. I can feel the smooth oil and my wetness combining. I feel the telltale burning in my lower stomach and I know I am about to come again, without further warning my orgasm flares through me and I scream out again as my pussy clenches around nothing and my ass tightens in response.

  “Fuck, it’s so tight.” He says as he withdraws, “that was two.”

  His smug voice causes me to snort as I fall to my stomach on the bed. My muscles are shaking and my thighs are coated in so much fluid, it sticks if I press them together.

  “Let’s get one more.” He says as he pulls my legs wide apart and lays on my back. He kisses the back of my neck and whispers, “this one is going to be rough, baby.”

  His hands grab my ass cheeks as he lifts my pelvis a few inches off the bed, then he plows into my pussy at full force causing me to gasp and moan all at once. The feeling of him spreading me wide with his cock and his sack slapping my oversensitive clit is almost torture. He keeps up his attack on my pussy and I feel myself start to clench again. I twist my fists into the sheets and I know this one is going to be messy. His piercing keeps hitting my G-spot and I can feel how potent this orgasm is going to be. Finally, the stars dance around the edges and I come apart feeling the liquid gush out and run down both of our legs.

  “That’s what I wanted.” He says as he cums inside me.

  I fall to my stomach and groan; I can’t move and I’m starting to pass out. I feel Vin cleaning me up and moving me under the blankets then I immediately black out.

  4

  “We’re going to have so much fun,” I say, as I reach out and tweak his crushed nose.

  His whine of pain makes me giggle.

  His head falls back against the back of the chair and he looks to the ceiling, “I didn’t think my own child would ever do this to me.”

  “Why not?” I ask.

  “Because God gives us children to protect us when we get old.”

  I chuckle at that. I pull open the top drawer of his desk and find some folders and I start pulling them out.

  “You understand business, don’t you Mija?”

  I ignore him and start opening the folders. The top one is a police chief in New York, inside it basically says he’s bought. The next one is a senator, he’s also bought. A doctor, a few lawyers and another senator-finally a female in a sea of men.

  “This is business?” I ask, “blackmailing these people to do your bidding?”

  “Not all are blackmailed. But yes, that’s business.” He has trouble lifting his head, “I was going to give this to you one day, my whole empire. Do you know why, Mija?”

  “Let’s hear it, Pops.”

  “You are exactly like me. Ruthless, cunning, and a natural born killer.”

  “No,” I shake my head, “I wasn’t a natural born killer, a fighter, yes. You created this killer, so I figure you should reap the rewards.”

  “The Torres blood has always been potent. My father…” he starts hacking out a bloody sounding cough, “he was wicked, truly. He beat my Mami and all my hermanos. But me, he trained me to love the look and feel of blood. Sound familiar?”

  “Yep.” I nod.

  “I should’ve taken you, you’re the one I’ve been needing this whole time.”

  I ignore his ramblings as I open the second drawer and what’s inside makes my whole face light up. I pull out a large hunting knife and hold it up. The sheath is ornate decorated with skulls and I gasp at its beauty.

  “Día de los Muertos.” Day of the dead. “I always loved that tradition, painting my face. This is something we can do Mija, I will teach you.”

  “How about we permanently paint your face like one of these skulls?” I chuckle as I pull out the knife.

  His head lolls back against the chair again, defeated. I grab a handful of hair and make my first cut into his forehead. His grunt of pain doesn’t come close to satisfying as the blood sprays a bit at the end when I flick the knife.

  “Tsk, I got blood on her pretty face.” I frown at the open folder still on my father’s desk.

  I smear the drop of blood across her picture and read her name out loud.

  “Jennifer Talía.”

  5

  Ember is thrashing in bed beside me, the blankets are thrown to the floor and her sweat is running off her naked body absorbing into the sheet. I have only witnessed this once before when she accidentally fell asleep at my house a few weeks after she came back.

  I watch her for a bit as her face crinkles in pain or disgust, I can’t tell. She makes no noise just fights whatever her mind is torturing her with. I should wake her up, I can see whatever is playing out in her dream is not pleasant. The last time I tried to wake her up though, I was punched so hard in the stomach and I almost threw up. I’m not really feeling like a repeat.

  I get up out of bed and pull on my sweatpants, there’s no way in hell I’m letting her near my balls. I stand at her side of the bed and watch her; the writhing stops but her breathing starts coming in quick pants. The sweat hasn’t stopped and I watch as it pools between her breasts. My dick twitches in response and I give it a firm grip through my pants. I just fucked the shit out of her earlier and it’s ready to go again. I’ve never been like this for any girl.

  “Ember.” I say calmly.

  Her brows crinkle together and her plump mouth turns down.

  “Em, wake up.” Her head turns in my direction and her fists clench into the bed. I instinctively take a step back. My balls try to ascend back into my stomach. “Ember, it’s me Vin.” I say a little louder.

  She lets out a painful moan and sits straight up in bed, her chest heaving and the sweat flying out. Her eyes are frantically searching the room and I can see she’s trying to figure out where she is, like she’s done this before. Her fists are gripped so hard into the sheets I’m afraid she’s going to rip them.

  “Em?”

  I watch as her eyes close and her shoulders drop a bit. Like she’s relieved. I come to the bed and sit down behind her then I wrap my arms around her waist and chest and gather her up to me.

  “Where were you just now?” I whisper.

  “Somewhere close to hell.” She whispers back her voice full of anguish.

  This is the most emotion I’ve seen her display since she’s been back and she’s given me a piece of where she was. I’m now completely sure she remembers everything and always has. My heart thumps heavy in my chest and just the thought of her being in this much pain makes me feel like I could kill someone.

  “You’re with me now. Don’t let it drag you back.” I kiss her temple.

  “It drags me back every night.”

  “You need to talk about it.” She starts to vehemently shake her head so I latch on to her chin and make her look at me. Her eyes are like a crystal-clear ocean. “You have to free the demons inside, because that’s where your hell is.�
�� I tap her chest and then her head, “inside.”

  “How do you know that?” She asks her eyes full of skepticism.

  “That’s where mine are, too.”

  “I can’t tell you because you’ll hate me.”

  I start to laugh, loud and obnoxious. Her eyes narrow and she bares her teeth in anger.

  “Ember, I never had a fucking choice. I will always love you, and I don’t give a fuck what you’ve done.” She starts to shake her head in disbelief but I pull her chin back to me. “It’s unconditional… forever.” I stare into those big eyes, “test me.”

  “You’ll be in New York with me. I’m sure you learn it all soon enough.”

  I know she’s locked down and I won’t be able to penetrate any further tonight. But it looks like I’m going to have to open up my soul to Ember if I ever want to see hers. I have to give her something in exchange, so she knows it’s real. I can feel my first tremor of fear as I decide to start from the very beginning with her, from when I can remember actually feeling hatred for the first time.

  “The night I found out about Travis, my father paid my mother and I a visit. Well, I didn’t know he was my father at the time, I was up in my room when I heard my mother yelling at someone. I remember creeping down quietly and being surprised to hear a male voice.

  “They were in the kitchen, so I crept closer and looked in. My mother was seated at the kitchen table with her face in her hands and this tall man was standing over her yelling about his son. I was confused why he was there, and why my mother was crying, but then he said,

  “’Keep that mutt of yours away from my boy.’ Being as young as I was I didn’t have a clue what he meant. A mutt is a dog but we didn’t have a dog. My mother just looked so fucking defeated, and I knew even at that age something was really wrong.

  “He threw a piece of paper on the table and told her to ‘take the cheque and get out of his life by morning’ or he was taking the boy. I didn’t know what he said so I crept back upstairs and went into my mother’s office. I googled ‘mutt’ and found out it was a mixed breed dog, not a pure bred. It wouldn’t be until a few years later that I would piece together he was talking about me.”