Page 38 of Beautiful Forever
Constantine moves to her back, his hand teasing a line down her chest to between her breasts. Syn’s chest heaves when he slowly undoes the front clasp of her bra. The gossamer lace fabric falls open, exposing the creamy globes of her pert breasts and tight, perfect nipples.
Without realizing what I’m doing, I unzip my jeans and take my cock in a harsh grip, fisting the base and squeezing. Hendrix appears in front of her and temporarily blocks my view before moving to her left. She’s surrounded by them, at their mercy. And for some unknown reason, that excites me.
Constantine takes her mouth, kissing her deeply, just as Tristan rends her underwear from her body like tissue paper. He swipes a finger up her inner thigh, then sinks his fingers inside her. She bites her bottom lip, and I imagine the moan she makes, low and sultry, like her voice. Her eyes roll back, and her back arches when he goes down on her, feasting on her pussy like his favorite meal, while Constantine plays with her nipples. Hendrix doesn’t engage, content to watch his two best friends as they send Syn soaring. Her muscles seize, the sinuous lines of her body go taut, and she comes on a violent shudder of release,her entire body shaking as she climaxes, the rapid pumps of my hand catapulting me into orgasm along with her.
Cum drips down the laptop’s screen, and I use it to fingerpaint S-Y-N across her naked image.
“See you soon, Songbird.”
I’m so going to hell.
Nineteen
Journal Entry
Twenty-two years old
Dear Aoife,
I’m sorry I haven’t written to you in a while. Life has been…distracting, to say the least.
I met a girl. Her name is Synthia, but people call her Syn (sin). Her nickname is intriguing because she’s the opposite of that word. In a lot of ways, she reminds me so much of you. Same eyes, same fiery spirit, same beautiful, innocent soul. Same strength. She’s living with the guys. You probably don’t want to hear that. Then again, you’d probably welcome her with open arms, regardless, because that’s the kind of person you were. Loving and kind. Younever saw the bad in people, even when there was nothing good in them to find.
I hope you will still find the good in me after tomorrow.
I hope you can forgive me for what I’m about to do.
If my plan fails, maybe God will show me kindness and let me come to heaven to be with you and Mama. I highly doubt that will happen, seeing as thou shalt not kill is one of the Ten Commandments.
I miss you. I never stopped.
-Aleksander
Twenty
Journal Entry
Twenty-two years old
I’m goingto kill him.
“Pull over,” I tell Maxim.
It’s four in the morning, pitch black with only the stars to provide any light because it’s a new moon, and we’re half a mile from the Knight estate. Nothing but forests, a private back country road, and complete seclusion.
Not taking his eyes off the road, Maxim reduces his speed. “Where?”
“Along the shoulder.” The other van carrying Drako’s men behind us follows our lead as we bump along the uneven roadside. “I’ll take care of this. Go ahead and join the others. I’ll see you at the house later.”
Drako’s men have been briefed on their jobs. They’ll pose as part of the extra security Patrick has brought in for this weekend.
Maxim turns off the engine and hands me the keys. Getting out, I storm past the second vehicle toward the approaching car that I spotted in my wing mirror a mile back. With its headlights turned off, the black Porsche pulls off the road and brakes a foot in front of me. The driver’s side door swings open, and the interior light comes on, illuminating the man sitting behind the wheel.
Aleksei unfolds his massive frame from the small bucket seat, and as soon as he gets out, I shout, “What the fuck?”
I’m so angry that I’m tempted to shoot out his damn tires and strand him here.
He slams the car door with enough force to rattle the windshield. “Your drivers are for shit because I’ve been tailing you for almost two hours.”
