Amelia POV:"Mom?" Tyler's face falls, and his tone goes from the anger of a few seconds ago to confusion. He turns away so I can't see his face, though the phone speaker is still loud, he wanted me to hear him taunt Linc and when I heard his voice, though dominating and resonant like I remember him to be, it broke my heart into a million pieces. I imagined that this would be the last time I hear his voice and if Tyler didn't have me gagged with a dirty piece of rag, I would have screamed my lungs out so Linc can hear me on the other side. "Tyler! What is this? What are you doing? Why...?" The woman's voice breaks out into a loud sob. I cringe from the heartwrenching sound. "Mom, what the fuck are you doing there? Did Linc bring you here? Why are you here? What the fuck is going on?" Tyler huffs down the line. His neck gets splotchy when he is angry, it is currently turning a shade of violent red. I try to make myself invisible in the high ceilinged room so he doesn't turn this an
With the morning light, I am able to see that he brought us to an abandoned warehouse. It is huge and feels almost cavernous. The windows are high and off to the far end of the space, there are tall stacks of long forgotten boxes containing God knows what."Mom?" Tyler calls, his mother has gone silent on the other end. We hear only her breathing. I know Linc is with her and I strain against the gag in my throat, it is futile. I can't make a sound. I know I shouldn't but I feel desperate. I don't want to die without hearing Linc's voice one more time. I don't want to leave him without speaking to him one last time. I don't know where the death thoughts come from, but listening to unstable Tyler talk to his mother and the awful suspicious silence on her end, I get a bad feeling in the pits of my stomach. "Tyler, honey, we need to talk about that again. But please you will have to let Amelia go first. I am so sorry, I think I might have misled you." Her quiet regretful sob choked voic
"Our history didn't end well and I was bitter." Sheryl says, her voice shaky, she looks out the window as Hernandez drives smoothly, following the midnight black car in front of us, expertly weaving through the midday traffic of the city. It is bright outside but in my head, it could be midnight. "That was over twenty years ago, Sheryl. You cheated on me and you are still mad I didn't take you back?" I ask incredulously. She refuses to look at me. It is true that I and Sheryl dated for a couple of months during our freshman year in college. It was intense as young love usually was. We were young and wild. She was clingy and needy, the perfect Nineteen year old girlfriend for a twenty year old boy. We believed ourselves to be soulmates. I don't credit our fallout to just Sheryl alone, I played a part, I have come to accept that over the years. I wasn't in the best of headspace in those days. Maybe I should have listened to her. Maybe I could handled it more maturely than I did. All
Amelia's POV:"Hello, Amelia," the smooth baritone says over the phone, and my eyes go wide immediately. My pulse quickens as my brain produces a face to match the voice almost instantly. It is the one face I had tried so much to get over - the one face that makes my heart beat erratically and my thighs tingle shamelessly. My treacherous body and heart cloud my common sense when it comes to this one man."Who is this?" I say, unable to keep the trembling out of my voice as I woefully pretend not to recognize his voice. I clear my throat, but my heart is still beating like a wild, untamed animal trying to break free in my chest."Tsk tsk tsk. You don't recognize my voice? That's too bad, Amelia," he says. I can hear the disappointment and slight amusement in his low, smooth baritone. It makes my pulse jump. It makes my mouth dry, even as I moisten my lips with my tongue.Ashley, my roommate and best friend, is watching me with her brows furrowed into a question mark across the room.
I snap myself to reality when I realize I have started trailing off into memories I have tagged forbidden. this"So, what do you want now, stepfather?"I hear his light chuckle, and I can't help the flutter in my chest from absorbing the rich sound. I can almost smell him. I remember what he smelled like. God! it's imprinted in my brain.It is embarrassing, but I can admit that I look for that scent in every man I have gone out with since, but to no success. It belonged to Linc Tanner alone. Just like my stupid, stupid heart. Mint, dark coffee, something dark and mysterious thrown in the mix and a whiff of something floral and yet overwhelmingly masculine. I used to smell him in the house before he even got to the room I was in, with my mom on his arm, dark onyx eyes seeking mine like a storm."I kind of prefer Mr. Tanner to that stepfather title. Makes me feel old, and the way you say it adds a perverted undertone to it," he says after a moment. His tone is light; it is a rebuff he h
It is aggravating, all the complex feelings she evokes in me. Our relationship wasn't the typical mother-daughter bond. Because she wasn't the typical mother by any means.Kathryn Dimitri was a socialite through and through. She was glamorous and loud and enjoyed going to dinner parties, soirees, any excuse to have fun and drink champagne, flirting with the throng of men who were always sniffing around her.It always stung when people noted how different we looked. They always looked at her elegant auburn bold beauty and my muted blonde prettiness and concluded I paled in comparison, just like my skin. Mother always threw her head back with a delightful laugh when those men paid her compliments at my expense.That was one of the reasons why I hated spending time at home. With her. She always made me feel like an unwanted attachment to her person. An attachment that never quite measured up.Sometimes, I think to myself that my attraction to Linc was a rebellion. It was a cowardly one
We have some history between us from that one summer three years ago before she ran away to college. But I am proud of myself for keeping things in control when she was just an eighteen-year-old rebellious teen. Now that she is all grown, I can't promise that I would be able to control myself much. This woman sitting across from me could bring any man to his knees, and I don't fucking care falling on my knees in front of her as her legs open up for me, taking in the scent of her arousal, tasting and licking her. Merely looking at her, I know she tastes like pure sugar. I shifted in my seat, my throbbing cock pressed tightly against my short as I stare at her, all the wild things I want to do buzzing around my head like swarms of flies. If only she's able to see how long I have wanted her in the house, how badly I want to taste her, eat her whole, tear her crafted world apart with my cock."Then I am not staying in that house. You have to get a place for me," she says, not adding th
Seeing Linc's trim, muscled figure in his form-fitting grey suit, his devastatingly handsome, resistant-to-aging face with those dark, piercing onyx eyes has reminded me just how easily my body gives in to him. His quiet, effective charm has reminded me why I ran. Why that summer really tough for me. Fighting this forbidden attraction to my middle-aged stepfather, who is forty-one while I am just twenty-one. He is literally old enough to be my father. But yet he pulls me. And I am powerless once he pins me with those eyes. I am weak. My body surrenders without much resistance."Drop them on the desk," he says, his dark eyes still trained on me, his back to the woman frozen at the door glaring at me with such venom it scares me. I move further away. I need to escape him. But I know it is futile. Linc would find me. This attraction between us feels inevitable now. There is a quiet countdown ringing like a third heartbeat between us. Coming back was a mistake. Linc Tanner is not the