The parolee a taboo dark.., p.12
The Parolee: A Taboo Dark Romance, page 12
And now, so did we.
I could smell the mountains, wild and sharp.
“I do belong here,” I said, almost wonderingly.
Torin’s mouth curved up into a smile, another genuine one this time, the blue in his eyes clear and bright as he looked at me.
“You always have, Lele,” he said, and then he threw a sleeping bag in the bed of the truck and threw me up after it, and then he fucked me hard and fast, and then slow and leisurely and we lay there with a blanket under the mountain skies.
“There’s a lot of work to do on the house,” I said, pushing the sticky hair from my forehead, warm and flushed despite the night chill.
“Yes,” Torin said, as I nestled into the crook between his shoulder and his neck. “But it’s doable.”
We sat in silence for a moment, our legs tangled together, sticky with sex, flushed with heat, my brother’s cum wet on my thigh.
I felt sleepy and content.
“Did Dad suffer?” I asked into the silence.
I felt my brother smile again. “Yes, sister,” he said. “Very much and for a long time.”
I smiled too, that spark of heat and love flaring in my chest again.
“I love you,” I said, flipping on my hands and knees on top of him, lowering my head to his cock, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his release and mine on my tongue. Torin groaned, his cock immediately hardening and I sucked the cum off, feeling my cheeks hollow as I moved up and down his thick length, wanting only my brother.
Chapter Nineteen
We worked on the house, slowly transforming the inside and outside of the cabin. Using my engagement ring money we repaired and repainted, and Torin began to take in small engine and automotive repairs from everyone else in Badger Creek.
But one day I opened the front door to take a cup of coffee to my brother as he worked in the shed, and there was a piece of paper taped there. I felt a sharp stab of anxiety. We didn’t have neighbors and Torin hadn’t said anything about a piece of paper on the door. Which meant someone must have been here after he left. And anyone here should have knocked on our door.
I looked at it warily, opening it gingerly, with the tips of my fingers.
I’ll kill you.
My hands began to tremble, and I looked around, my heart pounding in my chest.
I knew that handwriting. I had seen it on countless ‘romantic’ notes to me, the same notes that meant everyone proclaimed him to be the perfect boyfriend.
How could I have been so stupid?
Why hadn’t I seen it before?
Drew had oh-so-sweetly, oh-so-supportively pushed and manipulated me into being what he thought was the perfect girlfriend and wife. The engagement ring I didn’t want. The storefront I didn’t want. And always trying to guilt me into thinking he was doing this out of kindness.
The only thing that had saved me was my brother’s ability to take me away no matter what I said about it.
I suddenly grabbed the note and crumpled it in my hands, looking around nervously. What was Drew planning to do? He could be anywhere here, the woods creeping in close to the house.
I went to go find my Torin, working on the shed beside the house.
He fucked me exactly when and how he wanted, but I didn’t have to pretend to be anything I wasn’t. I had never felt more free.
When I uncrumpled the note and showed it to him, his eyes darkened and he threw it savagely into the fire.
“You know I’ll have to kill him now, Lele,” he said. “I can’t be having you nervous in our home.”
I nodded. “I know.”
And maybe I had known from the first moment I had seen Torin in the bakery.
“But you’re a clever girl,” my brother said appreciatively, running a hand across my jaw. “It’s much better to kill him here in the mountains than in the city.”
“Good,” I croaked, and he pinched my chin affectionately. “Don’t worry. Let’s go, baby girl.”
He took down the gun safe and then one of the hunting guns and I followed him to the car.
But there was no sign of Drew. Not his car, or any other strange or out-of-place cars as we cruised the mountain roads, crisscrossing back and forth through and around Badger Creek.
After hours of looking, we drove home again and I started frying pork chops as Torin, his face like a thundercloud, locked the door behind him and went to search the woods.
He came back without any luck, soaked with late fall rain, the dark hair plastered to his forehead, raindrops shining in his dark beard, and my arms were around him immediately, pulling off his wet clothes, scolding him that he would catch cold, but he only laughed and grabbed me around the waist. Then he ripped down my leggings and lifted me easily onto the counter, raising my hips with a low groan so he could bury his wet face in my wet cunt.
Half-asleep, I smelled something acrid and sharp.
Someone was shaking me.
Torin.
My brother was waking me up and I didn’t want to wake up, just go on in my lovely cozy dream. He grabbed my face, but I tried to curl back under the covers. Then I felt myself being hoisted unceremoniously on his shoulders and when he opened the window I smelled it then.
Fire!
With one hand, Torin pulled us out and onto the roof, and as he was making his way across the roof and down the sturdy tree beside the house, I heard the first shot explode beside us, sending a big branch splintering into pieces.
I let out a little shriek and Torin shoved me down to the ground.
“Stop shooting!” I cried, but Torin’s body was shielding me, his eyes scanning the tree line.
“I didn’t want it to come to this,” Drew’s voice came, somewhere from the right. “You forced me to do this, Laoise. I’m a nice guy and nobody appreciates nice guys anymore.”
His voice was plaintive and self-pitying.
“She was never yours,” Torin said, his big body crouched near the porch, feeling underneath for where he must have some tools.
“You’re a sick fuck!” Drew almost shrieked. “You act like you want to fuck your sister, bro!”
“I do fuck my sister,” Torin said. “I fucked her several times before bed and I’ll fuck her again after I kill you.”
I tried to get up, but Torin shoved me down again, keeping me out of the line of fire.
He was bending over and I heard the clink of tools, but he was so big that there was nowhere to hide, and I heard the sickening crack of the gun and Torin suddenly fell to the ground beside me.
I did scream then, loud and piercing, rushing over to him, feeling his chest desperately.
Where oh where oh god please no I’ll do anything not Torin
My trembling fingers felt slick and slippery blood all over his upper arm.
Oh god so much blood
And I felt desperately around, wet sticky fingers, blood soaking my pajamas.
Then Drew came around the corner, his gun pointed at us.
“I was planning to take you home with me, but I think I’ll just kill you, Laoise,” he said, and my frozen brain still couldn’t comprehend the words were coming from Drew, Drew still dressing in perfectly pressed khaki Chinos, like he was going on a safari.
He pointed the gun at us, but instead of trying to escape I only stretched my arms over my brother’s chest.
“If you shoot him I’ll kill you!” I screamed.
Drew laughed mirthlessly. “You need a therapist, Laoise. Something’s wrong with you.”
Then Torin’s leg snapped out, catching Drew in the ankle so viciously with his boots that the other man stumbled back. I screamed as Torin kicked him again, Drew’s gun wavering, shooting up wildly in the sky, but then he was bringing it back down, oh god no please no
With a grunt my brother rolled to his feet and lowered his shoulder into Drew. The gun was knocked harmlessly away as Drew was slammed heavily into the ground.
Drew opened his mouth to protest, but Torin had never been much of a talker. His arms were dark in the night, and they made a vicious twist, breaking Drew’s neck with a sickening crunch. And I had already flown to him, anxiously feeling his wound to see how deep it was, where it was, please god no not now not when I’ve just got him again
But my psycho brother turned and gave me a bloody grin. “Some pussy motherfucking shooting,” he said. “Took a chunk of flesh out of my arm but I’ll live.”
“Oh, Torin,” I sobbed and without any conscious thought I was in his arms, pulling his face down to mine, kissing him desperately, needing to taste him.
There was a shower of sparks, and he whirled me around as a beam from the porch crashed down behind us.
“Our house!” I cried. “How long will it take the fire department to get here?”
My brother hopped back up on the porch, dragging away the flaming branch that Drew had used to set the house on fire.
“Soon,” he said. “There isn’t much else to do out here and this will be visible for miles.”
“Then you better put him somewhere,” I said, indicating Drew’s body.
“You don’t want to report it, sister?” Torin asked, and I saw his lips curve up on his smoke-blackened face.
“Think anyone would believe it?” I retorted, shoving the sticky hair out of my face. “I don’t want your dumb ass back in jail.”
“All right, Lele,” he said, grabbing his pack of cigarettes, and lighting one.
The little flame illuminated the harsh lines of his face, the big fire brightly lit behind him.
He grabbed the back of Drew’s collared shirt and dragged him by the tie into the corn fields and just as he reached my side again the firetrucks arrived.
There were an impressive number of them, and Torin and I drew buckets from the well and helped, but it wasn’t necessary. The biggest area of damage had been to the porch, which was almost totally burned, front door, and some damage to the living room.
I was wild with a feverish fear that they’d randomly go into the corn field and see Drew’s dead body, but the firefighters had very little interest in what had started the fire, only great enjoyment in putting it out.
This was the mountains. People didn’t ask questions they didn’t want answers to.
“Don’t smoke and drink whiskey in bed, son,” the fire chief advised.
I nudged Torin. “OK,” he said, and I profusely thanked all of the county firefighters and promised to bring them all baked goods the next day.
My brother and I stood and watched them go, and I twined my fingers around his big ones, feeling the dirt and grit under my palm as he squeezed my hand affectionately.
Then we walked to the cornfield and my brother hoisted my dead ex-fiancé over his shoulder, took the machete from the shed with the other hand, and we walked into the woods.
I followed, feeling the night chill on my skin, cold sweat and hot flush as we walked under the silent branches. I was glad Torin had insisted I put on my rain boots.
We walked a long time and when we got to the cliffside over the huge deep backcountry mountain lake, Torin took out his machete, chopped off Drew’s fingers and toenails, then ripped the teeth out of his jaw one by one.
I wanted to look away, avoid the gruesome sight, but I forced myself not to this time.
Torin had killed for me before, killed our father and sat and watched him die to save me.
This time I wouldn’t look away. So I didn’t, and I helped him make a small fire and we burned part of Drew. The rest we put in a weighted bag and with Torin’s help I threw it into the deep mountain lake. I watched, leaning on Torin’s shoulder, as it fell in with a quiet splash.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you baby,” he replied. “I’d do anything for you.”
And then his mouth was on my hair, on my neck, his hands on my throat, pulling me closer to him.
Epilogue
Christmas is in a few days and I’m baking in my kitchen. Torin repaired the porch, built us a new door, repaired the living room. It’s as good as new. Better than it used to look anyway. I can’t even smell the smoke anymore.
Mostly.
Sometimes I sniff and think I get a whiff of smoke and fire and terror, and my stomach clenches with the sick fear and memory from that night, the nauseating sound of the gun, the sight of blood on Torin’s arm, the noise he made as he fell down beside me.
Sometimes the memories wake me up, heart pounding, my shirt sticking to my chest with sweat. Then I have to reach for him, snuggle into his big arms, nuzzle into his neck, until he wakes up hard and ravenous, rolling me on my back and sliding between my legs to fuck me as I whimper his name.
Torin
And he holds me tighter, his teeth on my neck, sucking and biting me, teeth grazing on my nipple, sucking so hard I’m marked up as his, and he fucks me until I’m coming, the pleasure of my brother’s cock taking away the fear and terror that he had been ripped away from me.
Just the memory makes me look up from my baking until I spot him in the yard, his dark hair standing out starkly against the covering of pristine white snow. He’s chopping wood for the fireplace. As usual, his strength is unflagging, his arms tireless. As he straightens up, the blue fleece pulls tight against his shoulders, and I feel the familiar tug and heat start to pool in my belly.
Love and lust and heat and dark need and it’s wrong, it’s bad, but I don’t care.
I am going to fuck his motherfucking brains out when he comes inside.
While I wait, I bend down to the oven to check my cakes. Chocolate raspberry cake and chocolate bundt cakes in the oven, candy cane cake already cooling on the table, waiting for me to mix up peppermint icing.
I hear the crunch of gravel and I look up with a frown of surprise.
It’s a cop car.
For a moment, I stare fixedly at the sight, my eyes narrowing. Then I turn and put on the tea kettle.
By the time the officer, a kindly-looking man in his 60s with a handlebar moustache, comes to the door the water is bubbling.
“Miss Reilly?” he asks tentatively.
“That’s me,” I say cheerfully, waving my arm inside. “Please come in. What can I do for you?”
“I just had a few questions to ask you about your ex-fiancé Drew,” he says, exclaiming in pleasure at the sight of the cakes before him.
“Certainly,” I say. “Have you heard from him yet?”
“No, we haven’t,” he says.
“Would you like a piece of cake?” I ask, grabbing a tub of homemade whipped cream to spread on it.
He hesitates, like he knows he shouldn’t. But he does anyway.
“Sure, would love that miss.”
I cut him a piece and push it over on a little blue plate with hand-painted flowers on it. Torin found it for me at an antique mall on one of our trips to the city.
There are a few moments of silence as he eats and I sip my tea.
“And you haven’t heard from him?” he asks.
They’ve asked me that before.
“No, I’m sorry,” I reply. “The last I saw on his Instagram he was headed down to Los Angeles.”
Smartass thought he was pretty clever, didn’t he? Posting that to make me let my guard down. But it means they’ve been looking in the wrong place for him. Dozens of people have come forward to say they saw Drew get off at San Francisco. Or Anaheim. Or LA. He didn’t, of course. He’s buried in pieces deep in Torin’s mountains.
And if anyone saw him in the mountains, they aren’t saying.
“Nope, sorry, I haven’t heard from him.”
He sighs again, asks me the same questions I’ve heard dozens of times before. But I know they don’t suspect me. Drew was too clever for that. But he reckoned without Torin.
Finally, just as the officer gets up to go, Torin walks in the door, his broad shoulders filling the narrow frame.
He nods politely at the officer, then his eyes lock on me as they always do. The officer seems pleased to see him with a big haul of wood.
And, if you didn’t know him, you wouldn’t assume he was an unhinged psycho obsessed with his sister.
But I do.
“Ah yes, I heard you were keeping house for your brother now,” the officer says.
I say nothing.
I am kept filled and fucked by my obsessed, insatiable brother, whenever and however he wants.
And I don’t want it any other way.
At the door, the officer turns back and, although my heart is still pounding, I force myself to smile at him.
“I must say, young lady,” he says, “It’s really nice to see family so close. It’s something you don’t always see nowadays with our fast-paced modern world.”
I feel my brother beside me, his body so close to mine that his heat radiates and pulls at me, sending pulses of heat along my skin.
“That’s true,” I say. “Family’s important to me.”
And I wave goodbye as my brother’s hand snakes around my waist and I’m pulled close to him, his tongue on my throat, his words low and gravelly in my ear.
Hello sister
Clever girl
What would I do without you
God, you look good
Open your legs, baby
I need you right now, god, I have to have you
I love you so much
And I lean back into his love with a sigh of bliss.
Thank you for reading!
Coming Soon:
There’s a serial killer haunting the small towns around Torin & Lele’s idyllic mountain home, and when the murders disrupt Lele’s book club, Torin takes matters into his own hands. Everyone knows the only person who has a hope of catching a deranged serial killer is someone who’s even more unhinged and violent.
Next Project:
SUMMER 2024
BLOODMOON RITUAL
The sequel to ECLIPSE RITUAL
my dark & depraved cult romance
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