The Good Sister: Part One (31 page)

“I don’t understand, Trinity. How did you get here? How—”

“You were my motivation, Reid.”

“But you never leave the grounds.”

“I faced my fears. I had to.”

“You told me you were in the hospital. You have been lying to me.” He shook his head and sat down as if he had no strength. “You have seen what I am,” he murmured, “you…” he stopped. The room was silent except for the distant sound of birds outside the window.

He ran his fingers through his hair before his molten silver eyes looked up. He stared at me with a mixture of ferocity, disbelief, and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“Have you let men fuck you, Trinity?” His voice was hard, tight.

Jealousy.
I
t was jealousy, that other emotion upon his face.

“What if I have?”

“Fucking hell, Trinity. Tell me you have not let strange men fuck you. You were—”

“What? I was what, Reid? I was a weak, pathetic, frightened virgin who hid behind oversized clothes, frizzy hair, pop-bottle glasses, and was scared of everything. I never went anywhere, had no life. I was nothing to you but a ghost.”

“No, you were so much to me.”

“You did not want me, Reid. You even told me so. If I had been more experienced, bolder, more confident you would have—”

“What, Trinity? Fucked you?” Reid interjected sternly. “Is this all because I did not fuck you?”

“I wanted to be a different person. I never wanted to be what you saw. I never wanted to cower in fear. I never wanted to be your baby bird or my sister’s mouse. I never wanted to live on the peripherals of my life or of your life. I wanted to be the woman men worshiped, not the woman men ignored, laughed at, felt sorry for. I wanted to be confident, strong, beautiful. I wanted you to love me. I wanted you, Reid. I have always wanted you, but I wasn’t good enough, sexy enough, so I did what I had to do. To be what you wanted.”

“Oh God, Trinity. Please tell me you have not let these men fuck you because of me.”

“Isn’t that what goes on here? Isn’t that why you come here?”

Reid dropped his gaze. “Yes,” he admitted in a low voice.

“So what should it matter? You didn’t want me. Maybe I have let men put their hands upon me, touch my body, place their tongues and their cocks inside of me. Maybe I have bent over and let them fuck me, let them put their hard cocks inside of my ass. Maybe I have been tied up, whipped, choked… Maybe I liked it, maybe I begged for it. Maybe I wanted to be someone you would fuck…”

Reid jumped up from the chair and wrenched me forward.

“Is that what you want, Trinity?” he growled, placing his lips to my throat, ripping the top of my red robe free while his hands roamed my body with forceful determination.

I broke free. I backed up, away from him. I looked at Reid. Removed my robe, and bore my naked body to him. He scanned my exposed body in a way that sent a shiver of fear down my spine, but I was determined to find my answers with Reid. I’d come too far to back down.

“I want you, Reid. You told me once you did not make love so I want you to fuck me.”

The floorboards let out a shameful moan,
creaking
beneath Reid’s feet. This was the only sound to give away his movements.

“Trinity,” he said in a low husky voice. He slinked forward like a panther on the kill. “I have always wanted to fuck you. That’s what you don’t understand. I didn’t want to ruin you, hurt you, break you. I never wanted to turn you into to something you should never be. You are better than all of this. You are better than me. You’ve seen my dark side, the desire I cannot control yet you ask me to hurt you.”

“Yes, Reid,” I said, still backing away, still baiting him. “I know what you desire.”

“How many?” Reid said. “How many men did it take to prepare yourself to be fucked by me?”

“It does not matter,” I said, feeling the bed brush the back of my thighs.

Reid’s silver eyes flamed. “Archer?”

“It does not matter,” I replied again, scooting back on the bed.

Reid walked forward, ripped his coat off, and threw it behind him.

“How many men? Five? Ten? Twenty?”

“It does not matter, Reid.”

Reid tugged the shirt from over his head, throwing it to the floor. His muscles flexed. Ripples of anger rolled over his body. His breathing increased, his nostrils flared, his brow creased. He look vicious, wild …
he’s going to rip me apart.
I was playing a dangerous game, but I had to see it through. He would either fuck me, and in this state more than likely hurt me, find a way to let his demons go and make love to me or walk away again, but no matter which way he decided I needed to know. There would be no more what ifs.

“How many?” Reid said again. He moved forward, lashing his belt from the loops of his jeans, and kicking off his biker boots.

I taunted him with my body. He wrapped the black leather of his belt in one loop around his left hand then one loop around his right hand. He pulled. The sound of leather
snapping
filled the space.

SNAP…
SNAP
… but instead of fear, I smiled. Perhaps I had gone mad years ago, lost any sense of self preservation, and was indeed giving myself to the devil. But I did not care. This was Reid, my hunger, my need, the man I had longed for with burning desire for two years. The man denied me, and that denial ate at me, feed my need like an addiction. My dirty little secret. The man I watched. The man I fantasized about. I closed my eyes for a moment
.

I writhed upon the bed, arching my back, throwing my breasts out, offering what he refused to take.

SNAP!

“Is that what you want, Reid? You want to whip me, tie me up?” I asked, flipping over onto my stomach, arching my back, presenting my bare ass for his pleasure.

Reid shackled my ankles in two loops with his belt, pulling my body by the leather that bound me.

“How many, Trinity?”

“It does not matter.”

He jerked and in one powerful pull I was his. My breath hitched. Reid placed one knee onto the bed, causing it to dip.

“How many?”

“It does not matter,” I said again. “Take me. It’s what you want to do, Reid.”

Reid placed one large hand across my ass. He ran his fingers up the slit of me, finding my pucker, pressing his thumb against the opening. I moaned then clenched with the pressure.

“Is this what you want, Trinity?” Reid growled. He pressed a little harder.

“Yes,” I lied, grinding my teeth.

“Do you like being fucked in the ass?” he asked in a low husky voice.

My voice wavered. “Yes.”

He pressed his thumb a little harder. I bucked. Reid flipped me over onto my back. He released the belt from my ankles. Once my ankles were unbound I spread my legs.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered. He stared at my pussy.

“Fuck me,” I said, sliding my hands up over my breasts.

“No,” he grunted.

“Fuck me, Reid.” I placed my hands up over my head, crossing my wrists, stretching my body out before him in supplication.

Reid balled up his fist, shaking…
H
e dove for my pussy, placed his mouth to me, sucking my clit as if he would die without the taste of me. He secured me to his mouth, grabbing my hips. His fingers drilled into the flesh of my hips with a dark possession. Reid lapped at my clit, sucked, bit, tapped…

I felt my body shake, coming to the top. It was fast, it was hard, but I came with a vengeance. I screamed out his name, but Reid did not stop.

“Reid, please,” I moaned.

“No!”

Reid licked, lapped, twirled his tongue around my pulsing clit then lapped at my opening, tasting my juices.

“Fuck, Trinity, you taste so good,” he murmured, taking me again and again with his mouth. “I’m going to eat this little pussy, make it mine.” He licked, and with the swipe of his tongue I came again, hard.

Reid grabbed the entirety of my womanhood within his hand. He inched up my body, licking my stomach, my breasts, my throat then looked deeply into my eyes.

“Trinity,” he said in a low voice. He stared into my eyes, applying pressure upon my clit with the heel of his hand. “I want to watch you come.”

Reid moved his fingers to my clit and twirled it, tapped it, pulled it then rubbed, applying pressure, and more pressure.

“Oh GOD!” I yelled, coming for the third time.

My body whiplashed into his body. Reid didn’t stop.

“Fuck me, Reid,” I said, pressing my pussy into his hand. “Put your cock in me.”

“No,” he said.

Reid placed his mouth back upon my buzzing clit. He was eating my pussy like he was a death row inmate and I was his last meal.

“Reid,” I moaned, “please…”

“No,” he said again lapping, sucking, making me climax again.

“Ahh…” I moaned, wrenching up, pulling at his hair.

Reid slapped my clit with one hard stinging blow of his hand. But it did not hurt; it was darkly pleasurable. He slapped my wet pussy, cupping it then flicked my clit with his finger, making me explode.

“No more,” I said breathless, “I can’t.”

“You can,” he growled into my pussy, taking me again and again with his teeth and tongue. “You will come every time I demand it. Until I say no more.”

With one hand Reid pressed against the top of my pubic bone, holding me in place. He’d secured his wanting. His other hand grabbed his throbbing cock. He stroked himself with hard precision while he laved my clit over and over.

“Stop,” I begged.

“No! I have not given you permission to stop.”

“Ahh…” I wrenched upward, unable to fully move.

Reid pressed me down as I climaxed almost painfully.

Tears flowed down my cheeks. My body spent. Reid flooded his hand with his hot juices. He released his cock, pulled back, wrenched me up, and held me in his arms. His cum trickled down my arm.

“You were lying to me, Trinity. You are still a virgin,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t you understand I can never be what you need, what you deserve? I cannot be the man you deserve. I want to be that man. I want to be better than I am, but the truth is I’m not, and you cannot allow yourself to become what I never wanted for you, used up and tainted. You deserve a man who can love you entirely, someone who will be faithful to you. You need a man who will give you his heart, and who will cherish your body. Don’t settle for me, baby bird. I will only break your heart.”

If I were honest, I felt something for Ashton. Even now, completely sated, I thought of Ashton. Maybe I should take Reid’s advice, let him go…

“How did you know I was lying about the men?”

Reid placed his thumb to the side of my eye. “Your eyes never lie, Trinity.”

“And if I hadn’t been lying, what then? What would you have done if I was not a virgin?”

“Trinity, you always push my buttons. You always have, from day one. You make it hard, especially when you offer yourself up to me. I want to take you. I want to do very bad, painful, nasty things to you.” He shook his head. “But I also want to protect you, take care of you… AHH! You drive me crazy,” he said, tapping his head upon the mattress.

“You avoided the question, Reid.”

“I still would not have fucked you,” he said in a rush, “but I might have killed the men who had touched you.”

“You know I cannot stay a virgin forever, Reid.”

“I know, baby…”

“Do not say it. Do not call me baby bird anymore.”

Reid chuckled. He covered my naked body with a sheet.

“I don’t expect you to stay a virgin forever. I just expect you to make better choices, and not give yourself away to any asshole like me. You are an extraordinary woman, Trinity Winslow.”

“And if I give myself away, what then?”

Reid closed his eyes. “I don’t know.”

“Will you be jealous, envious, hate me, hate him, what?”

“Yes, I will be jealous, envious, and probably hate you and him. Does that make you feel better?”

“No,” I whispered. “You won’t take me, love me, fuck me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me or love me, even though you say you do. Where does that leave me, Reid?”

“I don’t know, Trinity. I’m fucked up. Don’t you see that?”

“Who is normal, Reid?”

Reid chuckled. “Didn’t I tell you that once?”

I smiled in response.

“How many, Reid?”

“What?”

“How many women have you…” I paused reconsidering my wording. “I was going to say slept with, but that’s not right, is it?”

He gave a wicked little laugh. “No, there is never any sleeping,” he assured.

“How many women, Reid?”

“Trinity, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“We are still friends, and it is still unconditional. How many?”

“There are some things friends shouldn’t talk about.”