A Commitment to Love, Book 3 (36 page)

Lifting me up from the ground, he shoved his cock into me hard. “How does it feel?”

“So good.”

“No one else will ever make you feel this way. No one is my size.” He held my hips and like a true god he moved me up and down on him, giving me no moment to breathe. And right when I was about to scream his name out to the fiery heavens, his cock vibrated inside of me. “No one has my power!”

I collapsed against him. My nipples smoothed along his hot skin. Red liquid dripped from the sky and streamed all over our skin. I got some of the sweet nectar in my mouth.

“You wanted it even more than me, good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Ride it.”

“Yes, Daddy.

“Drink.”

I leaned my head back and opened my mouth. More pomegranate juice rained down from the sky. Those gray clouds had been full. And even though fire served as the sky, once it touched my tongue, it was cool.

Groaning with pleasure, I grabbed his shoulders and humped into him.

“Yes, my hungry girl.”

The sweet liquid landed on my lips and I lapped at it as I bounced on him.

“I only have you for six months out of the year.” He shoved that huge cock into my body and it filled every part of me. It was my core. The thickness that made me solid, and wet, and shivering.

Moaning loud, I trembled around his cock. “Chase.”

The dark god paused and gazed at me. His cold eyes blazed to red. “Whose name did you say?”

“Uh.”

His cock ceased with vibrating.

“Hey, wait a minute.” I gazed down at that huge length as he pulled it out. “No. Bring that back and make it move again.”

“Persephone, have you laid with another?”

“Uh.” I just stared at his cock as it glistened near moving shadows. “We weren’t done.”

“Who is this Chase?!” he roared.

The ground shook under us. The orange burn of the sky bled into solid black. The gray clouds shifted to ice blue. Lightning struck off in the distance. Thunder rumbled. Smoke filled the sky in long, huge strips and then formed into thousands and thousands of tiny bodies.

“Okay,” I covered my bare breasts, “what’s going on?”

“Where is this Chase? Tonight, he’ll die!”

The smoke soldiers thickened into solid forms. They had no real eyes and mouths, just holes where those parts should be. Daggers appeared in their hands. They marched our way and my heart pounded in my chest.

“My Dead Army will destroy him!”

“Wait, no! Bring back the vibrating cock.”

And then his shadows swirled around me as I screamed.

“No! No!” Those weren’t my screams.

I woke up in my strange room where Hades and Persephone glowed in the darkness on the wall in front of me.

“No!” a female yelled like she was being tortured. “No!”

Rubbing my eyes, my body tensed.

“No, Dad!”

Fuck. Is that Vivian? Is Benny back? What is he doing?

I rolled over as fast I could do, almost falling out of the bed, but definitely bumping my damn leg again into the night stand.

I’m not going to have a knee after this trip. I’ll be limping back to the US.

“Please, Dad! No!” she cried.

“Fuck!” I staggered toward my door. “Benny!”

I didn’t understand what the hell was happening, but whatever it was I had to stop it. If Vivian cried about Benny, and Troy made no sound, then things wouldn’t be pretty.

Please, God. Please don’t let it be anything I can’t handle.

I turned the knob, yanked open the door, and rushed into the hallway.

A shot sounded down the hall.

Vivian’s wail sliced through the house and cut at my eardrums. “No!”

The gun blasted again. Tears fell from my eyes, and I had no idea why I was crying. Everything that could make Vivian cry like that flashed through my mind. Troy’s dead body on the ground hit me the hardest.

The thought made me stumble. I pushed a few steps forward like a drunkard, my heart heavy and weighing me down. My legs sluggish and just as scared as me.

“Why?! Why?!” Vivian cried out over and over. Something kept banging from her bedroom.

Boom. Boom.

Not a gun, but a hammer or a fist or a bat slamming into the wall.

Boom. Boom.

“Why?!” Vivian cried. “Why?”

I fell into the door and scrambled with opening it. Only seconds passed, but it felt like minutes. Everything played out in slow motion.

Boom.

I stepped into the door.

Boom.

Benny punched his fists into Vivian’s bedroom wall. Boom. Cracks streamed throughout what was once her beautiful mural of a fairy forest. Blood dotted the lush nymphs’ faces as they chased after satyrs that broke into the shattered sheet rock.

Benny punched the wall again.

Boom.

Frantically, I searched the room for Troy and found him right on the floor on the other side of Vivian’s bed. The blankets sat in disarray. Their clothes lay in a pile on the floor. Naked, Troy knelt on the floor. Red streams of blood streamed down his face and onto his bare back.

“And Viv, I too am wondering if you would like to walk with me,” my brother had said.

“Hmmm. I do love to walk.” Vivian had winked at him.

Benny must’ve returned home and caught them in the act.

Fuck.

“Benny!” I screamed. “Stop. Look at me. Please, stop.”

Troy didn’t even show me his face. “Go back into your room, Jazz.”

“You’re a psychotic monster!” Vivian cried. “Monster!”

Benny punched the wall again and then shook his hand. His right hand was now a dust-covered wound of flesh and bits of wall spilling from the broken digits. “Yes, go back into the room, Jasmine. We’ll need to talk later as well.”

“Monster!” Vivian screamed.

I took two careful steps toward Troy. “Maybe we should go and talk now, Benny. You look like you broke your right hand.”

Glancing my way, Benny lifted his left hand and gripped the gun in it. “Jasmine, I can shoot with both hands, so I would stay right where you are at, if I were you.”

“I heard gun shots.” I didn’t move. “Did you shoot Troy?”

“Not yet.” Benny collapsed against the wall, but his gun hand didn’t tremble.

“I think we should just stop right now.” I kept my hands to the side. “Let’s go into the kitchen. Perhaps, we could even put that gun away.”

Benny smiled. Not a freaking good sign. He gestured to me with the gun and then flicked the point it at Vivian. “You see that she calls me a monster, while she sneaks away in the middle of the night and sucks her brother’s penis?”

“Okay.” I blinked. “Let’s not go there.”

“Go back in your room, Jazz.” Troy still wouldn’t look at me.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I concentrated on Benny.

Vivian screamed and knocked over the lamp on her night stand. “He’s not even my brother you pyscho fuck!”

Benny stared at me. “No?”

I took in a long gulp of breath. “Let’s all calm down.”

Benny let his busted hand hang to his side. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of stuff today. Your boyfriend has been busy, but then you already know that, don’t you, Jasmine? You know that he’s a busy guy.”

“Can we put away the gun?” I asked. “It scares the shit out of me.”

“We’re not siblings you sick fuck!” Vivian kicked at the cracked lamp.

“Not her brother. That’s what Vivian keeps saying,” Benny continued as if I never spoke. “I considered that. Sophia had drawn a line in the sand today. That’s what she did. She ended her twisted partnership with me, and I couldn’t figure out why. Maybe she figured Chase was a stronger power to side with—”

“We should go out to the kitchen.” I took another step toward Troy.

“Sophia knows you three are with me. Did you know that?” Benny asked.

“Why did you have to hurt him?” Vivian rushed to Troy and held his naked body.

Benny turned the gun to them.

“Please, don’t.” I held up my hands like I had some power to magnetize his gun to my fingertips. “Please! Don’t, Benny!”

“What you don’t understand, my little Jasmine, is that your mother talked me into having you three here with me in the first place. She didn’t know where I would take you, but she did want me to take you. It seemed like a good idea at the time. She knew that I’d unraveled.” He stared at the ground and began to pace from side to side in front of the mural. “She knew that I’d lost a sense of my reality. Chase has pushed me to the madness. I’d had structure and foundation, and the damn man tore it all apart.”

I swallowed down my fear. “Let’s go talk in the kitchen, Benny.”

He stopped pacing and pointed the gun back at me. “What makes up a body?”

I held my mouth open and couldn’t find my voice.

“What makes up a body, Jasmine?” he asked again.

“Water.”

“No.”

“But, water makes up sixty-five percent of the body.”

Troy’s voice shook as he spoke, “Jazz, go back in your room.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I targeted Benny with a hard glare. “Water makes up most of the body. Let’s go and check it on your computer.”

“Now’s not the time to debate biology with me.” He raised the point and targeted my head. “What keeps the body standing straight?”

“Jazz, please, go,” Troy whispered. “I can’t watch … anything happen to you …”

Benny’s gun remained on my head. “What keeps the body straight, Jasmine?”

My bottom lip trembled. “The legs.”

“What else?”

“The bones.”

“Yes, Jasmine. The bones. Without the bones, the muscle has nothing to attach to. The lungs get no protection and shield. Everything falls to the floor like a blob. Chase shattered my foundation. The truth of what I was came to light. I had to answer to you as your father. I had to face Troy’s accusing face. I had to reveal the monster that lives inside. Chase did this to me, and your mother took advantage.”

I peeked at my side. Vivian still held Troy, although he didn’t wrap his arms back around her. Instead, he gazed up at Benny as if waiting for the best moment to leap at him.

Maybe I can keep him talking. Maybe we can kill him now.

“So my mother told you to take us?” I asked.

“Something like that.” Benny’s finger tapped at the trigger.

I was close to pissing myself.

He continued, “She set everything in motion and had already seen all the outcomes. She would’ve understood what would come next.”

“But did she tell you to kidnap us?” I asked.

“No, but she told me to never rest until Lucy was dead. She told me to bond with you three. Take a trip. She said she knew women, and that Lucy had something to do with those other deaths, that Chase was too blind to see it. She claimed you would be in danger as long as Lucy lived, and then she flirted with my monster, whispered to him about how good it would feel when I cut away at Lucy’s skin. She made love to my beast.”

Troy scooted closer to Benny, only an inch. They must’ve been a good six feet away, so that little victory probably didn’t matter.

“Can we go into the kitchen?” I asked.

“Vivian keeps saying over and over that Troy isn’t her brother.” Benny moved me out of the gun’s target and returned to pacing. “You missed quite a lot. For one thing, I was not in a good mood when I returned to the house, but that’s another matter. Imagine my surprise when loud moans are all over the house and I realize it’s my son.” He spat onto the floor. “And my daughter, the only one who never could seem to keep herself off her knees, is right where she always is, doing her woman’s work with her brother.”

“Fuck you!” Vivian cried.

I didn’t even turn her way as I took another step to Benny. “Calm down, Vivian.”

“Troy told her to be quiet. His eyes held fear.” Benny faced me. “I know a lot about eyes, especially Troy’s eyes. They held fear, and I’ve never seen them look that way before, not since the night he was a little boy and he stabbed that pedophile in your bedroom. That was a child’s fear. Tonight, he had a man’s fear.”

“Of course he was scared,” I argued.

“But why?”

“Because you’re Benny, and you scare us.”

He shook his head. “What is Vivian talking about?”

“She’s convinced we’re not related.”

He grinned some more. My stomach twisted with pain.

“She’s always been convinced of that, but this was the first time that Troy didn’t look disgusted or even like she was crazy. No. Things have changed. Something changed. And now he’s scared when she says it.” Benny returned to pacing. His feet scraped against the polished tile and set me even further over the edge. “Then your mother, who knows that I have her kids, has now connected with my enemy, shown him all of my things, robbed me, and commences to go on a great little holiday with him.”