Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (78 page)

My current position with Papa was not good and I was
terrified that there would be no more chances for me after his last punishment.
I mean, where do you go after you heat up a leather strap with a blowtorch and
whip your daughter? If I got caught because I left my knife and did more damage
to my family than I already had, a different type of grounding would be in
store for me.

Nico peeled his clothes off and sat back on my bed. His
light brown skin was stained red in different places and David/Michael’s blood
dried down to flecks across his neck. He still looked hot. He always looked
hot. I ran my hands up and down his muscular legs and watched his cock grow.
Whenever Nico responded to me, it made my pussy soaking wet.

“Lyric, please,” he said as he brushed me aside. “You’ll
get it soon. I told you, I want to take a shower.”

“Boo,” I said and pouted. “You’re such a prude.”

“You think so?” he said and pushed me down on my back and
straddled my chest. “Why don’t you suck this prude’s cock?”

Nico shoved his cock into my mouth and I sucked and
nibbled at the head. He thrust his hips deeply and his cock hit the back of my
throat and made me gag.

“That’s it,” he said, “gag on that big cock, you little
slut.”

I opened my mouth wider to accommodate him and reached up
and raked my fingernails over his balls. I spread my legs wide and arched my
back as he reached behind his back with one hand and rubbed my wet pussy with
his palm.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said. “Can you taste the pussy
of that bitch I threw out the window?”

I inserted my index finger into Nico’s asshole as I
clamped my lips around his cock and sucked harder. I pressed forward with my
finger and his balls tightened up and readied themselves. I arched my back
higher and planted my feet on the bed. He jammed two fingers inside me and
pumped them in and out of my pussy. The wider I spread my legs, the tighter my muscles
held onto his fingers.

“Oh, little slut likes that?” Nico said as he reached
behind his back with his other hand and massaged my clit.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I said and squealed. “Finger me
deeper!”

Nico took his fingers out of my pussy and crawled down my
body and rested between my legs. He popped his fingers into his mouth and
sucked while he rubbed my clit with his other hand. I writhed around on the bed
and raised my hips high as I grinded against his hand. Nico took his fingers
from his mouth and stared at me and smiled.

“You are so beautiful, Lyric,” he said. “I’m gonna try
something new on you. Would you like that?”

“Whatever you want to do,” I said and moaned.

Nico wiggled four fingers into my pussy and pumped them in
and out while he gripped the hood covering my clit. He tugged up and down on my
hood while he fingered me.

“It’s like a little cock, Lyric,” Nico said as he pulled
up and down on my clit. “I’m jacking you off like I do myself.”

I felt the struggle with control that I always feel right before
I cum. All sound stops and I feel nothing but the imminent loss and
vulnerability of myself.

“I’m gonna cum, Nico,” I said.

I pressed against the bed with my feet and pumped my hips
back and forth against Nico’s fingers. Nico pressed up with his fingertips
inside my pussy and I felt something release deep inside my body. A deluge of
liquid rushed out of my pussy and I grabbed my pillow and held it over my mouth
and screamed. Nico put his mouth on my pussy and he sucked me off as I rolled
with orgasm after orgasm. And then came the stillness.

“Fuck, I peed,” I said. “And you...your mouth was there.
Sicko!”

Nico lifted his head from my thigh and laughed.

“No, you did not pee. You squirted.”

“What?” I said. “I’ve never done that before! Huh, I
squirted.”

“Yep, you’re a squirter, Lyric,” Nico said and rolled off
the bed and grabbed the remote to my television. “Look, it’s the Soho Grand!”

I sat up and we watched the news broadcast. An anchor
stood on the sidewalk and the camera panned to the scene across the street.
Yellow tape cordoned off the area. The camera caught ambulances, NYPD cars,
uniforms walking in and out of the hotel and a tarp covering Kristine/Karen’s
body on the sidewalk. An EMS worker pushed a gurney carrying a body bag out of
the hotel.

“That must be David/Michael’s body,” I said.

“Hush,” Nico said, “I want to hear this.”

The anchor did not identify the dead. She concluded the
segment by saying that the victims were not local residents and that NYPD is
preliminarily investigating and treating the incident as a murder/suicide.

“Shit,” I sat when Nico turned off the television.

He turned to me with a big, sly smile and laughed.

“What the fuck is so funny?” I said.

“Did you not hear that, Lyric?” he said and kissed the top
of my head. “Murder/suicide! We’re in the clear and we’re going to be fine.”

“Did you not hear them say
preliminary
,
Nico?
That means—”

“Spare me the vocab lesson, Lyric,” Nico said and walked
to my door. “I’m going to grab a shower and some sleep. You need to do the
same. You’re filthy. And stop worrying so fucking much.”

I walked into my bathroom and ran the hot water to my
shower. The room filled with steam and I wiped it off the mirror and stared at
my reflection. Bruises from Papa’s beatings covered my body. I stared at my
face and it looked like someone took a marker and made little polka-dots all
over skin. I leaned into the mirror and wiped my face. The polka-dots smeared
across my skin.

I jumped up out of bed when I looked at the clock and saw
that it was 11:00, but then remembered there was no school for us anymore. I
threw a nightgown on and walked around the apartment looking for the others. I
followed the music to the library and found them all eating and having coffee.
They were all still in their nightclothes and incredibly bored.

“Well, hello, sleepyhead,” Julian said as I walked to the
cart Carla left us and made a cup of coffee. “Nico just graced us with his
presence, as well. What were you two up to last night?”

I looked at Nico who lay on the floor reading a magazine
and he threw it down and laughed.

“Nothing,” I said and chuckled.

“Aw,” Rose said, “that doesn’t sound like nothing. Spill
it!”

“It was kind of nothing,” I said and sunk down into the
red velvet couch next to Alexander. “We played the game.”

“You did?” Alexander said and stroked my hair. “Last
night? Well tell us all about it. Come on.”

Nico said he would tell them everything that happened
during the game as long as they promised not to tell Papa. After they all
agreed, he left nothing out. He even told them how he dropped Kristine/Karen
from the fifth story window and that I left my knife in David/Michael’s chest.
He let them all know about the murder/suicide investigation and they seemed to
agree that we were in the clear.

“Yeah, but we left in a rush,” I said. “We didn’t have
time to clean the room.”

“Oh, here comes Debby Downer,” Serene said.

“Well, if you had a beating like Papa gave me, you’d be a
Debby Downer, too,” I said and threw a pillow at her.

They all agreed. I knew they felt bad for what I went
through with Papa, but I also knew that they were relieved it wasn’t them. I
wouldn’t want them to go through that either.

“What are you worried about, Lyric?” Alexander said. “If
the police didn’t think it was a murder/suicide, they wouldn’t even say that. I
think you’ll be fine. What else could they find?”

“It’s not like they’ll find any fingerprints,” Julian
said.

That was true and made me feel slightly at ease. All of us
were born to our mothers at their homes. We’ve always gone to private schools
and none of us have ever been in trouble. There are no fingerprints of any of
us on record. Never will be.

We continued to chatter about how bored we all were and
tried to make plans when the double doors to the library opened and Papa walked
in dressed to the nines in a new suit.

“Man,” Serene said and whistled at Papa while he made a
cup of coffee, “you look smoking hot!”

“Why, thank you, fair lady,” Papa said and bowed. “Now,
what are you all doing holed up in here on this fine day?”

Papa walked around the room and everyone kisses on the
head. When he got to me he smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

“Good morning, Lyric,” he said. “You look especially
radiant this morning.”

I blushed and threw my arms around his neck.

“I am so sorry, Papa,” I said.

“It’s forgotten. You took your punishment like the lady
you are, Lyric. You took your punishment like I knew you would,” Papa said and
sat on top of his mahogany desk and sipped his coffee.

“Thank you, Papa,” I said as I took my seat next to
Alexander.

“Now,” Papa said and clapped, “I have a surprise for all
of you! For years I have been building my business in Manhattan to ready us for
the next phase of our lives. We are extremely successful, but as you all know,
our family requires a certain amount of anonymity to maintain our lives and
this lifestyle. Recent events have threatened this, so I’ve escalated the
deadline for phase two. After the close of business today, we will be ready!”

“Ready for what, Papa?” Alexander said.

“Ready to leave Manhattan. Tomorrow, we leave at dawn. And
not like gypsies cast out in the night, but like gentlemen and ladies of
sophistication and stature.”

“What the fuck?” Nico said. “What about our friends?
School?”

“Your sister and you saw to it that Wilton Day is not an
option. And to explain the situation to the headmaster of a new school in
Manhattan, well, I don’t think that’s realistic. As for your friends, you’ll
make new friends. Plenty of friends. How does that sound?”

“Nice, I suppose,” Nico said. “But, where are we going?”

“We are going to the promised land, my children. To the
land of milk and honey,” Papa said and jumped off his desk.

“We’re moving to Israel?” Rose said.

“No, but that’s a good one, Rose,” Papa said and laughed.
“No children, we are moving to Rome!”

“This is going to be so much fun,” Serene said and rushed
to our language books to yank the Italian books off the shelf.

“Yes, indeed,” Papa said. “So, today you go out and enjoy
the city. Do whatever you want and wrap up whatever loose ends you may have.
Tonight, you pack your belongings. I’ve chartered a Boeing so you can be
excessive in your packing. But, the bigger pieces will have to stay behind.”

“Can’t we send for them?” Rose said.

“No, I’m afraid we cannot,” Papa said and called for Carla
to bring more pastries. “When we leave, this apartment will be no longer. I
have the movers coming at 1:00 to pack up our artwork, small antiques and
books. Other than those things, what remains becomes ash.”

I knew he would set the place on fire. It was impossible
for it to remain, really.

“What about Carla?” I said as she walked into the library.

“What about me?” Carla said as she re-filled the cart.
“You think I’ll stay behind? You’ll not get rid of me that easily.”

“Yes, Lyric,” Papa said, “Carla is coming too. David is,
as well. We are a family and no one gets left behind. I was betrayed in the
most spectacular way by those I thought of as family and I refuse to do it to
my own. Loyalty, Lyric, yes?”

“Yes, Papa,” I said, “loyalty.”

Papa left to go to work and we all excitedly spoke over
one another as we planned our day.

“Papa said we should tie up any loose ends,” Alexander
said. “So, what does everyone want to do? I want to find Sabrina Norcia and
stick my cock in her ass. I’ve been dying to do that.”

“Well, while you’re fucking Sabrina the
pig
up the
ass, I’m going to take a stroll down to Apartment 3D and do Mrs. Kostovitch,”
Julian said.

“I want to find Landon Perrault and stab him in the neck
for dumping me last week. I also want to stab his mother for making him dump me
because she thought I was a bad influence on him,” Serene said.

“You all are crazy,” Rose said. “I am so tired and bored
with these American boys. I can’t wait to go to Italy and get on some Italian
cock!”

“I want to grudge fuck Mandy Cantervoss,” Nico said.
“Hard!”

“What about you, Lyric?” Rose said. “You’ve not said what
you want to do.”

I was actually thinking of my plan from the time Papa told
us of the move. I knew what I wanted to do. I just had to convince my brothers
and sisters to help.

“I want to play the game one more time in New York and I
know the perfect victims,” I said and smiled.

They all smiled as I told them my plan for the ultimate
game.

“So, we’re all in agreement? We’ll play one last game with
them?” I said.

“Yes,” Julian said, “we’re all in agreement.”

“Fine,” I said, “let’s get dressed. Remember, everyone,
only the best outfits today. I’ll have Carla phone the school to make sure he’s
there and I’ll see you all downstairs in forty-five minutes. Don’t forget your
knives.”

“What will you use, Lyric?” Nico said. “Your knife is
obviously indisposed.”

 “I’ll find something,” I said. “I’ll tear her apart with
my bare hands if I have to.”

“I fucking love it,” Alexander said as we all filed out of
the library toward our bedrooms. “This will be the perfect ending to our last
day in Manhattan.”

“And I can’t think of two more deserving participants,”
Serene said and giggled.

I joined them outside after Carla phoned Wilton Day and
determined that Professor Teresi was at school. I thought about what a coward
he was and it turned me off. He only came back after he knew I was no longer
there.

My brothers and sisters looked beautiful. The girls wore
sexy dresses and the boys wore sleek suits and silk ties.