Page 81 of Ricochet
“Yes!” she finally fucking yelled. “I love you, Kieran.”
“That’s right, baby.”
“I love you so much.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” I gripped both of her legs, my pace increasing, my orgasm inching closer and closer. “Are you close? Please tell me you’re close, baby, because I need us to finish together.”
“Kieran—”
“Come on, Ophelia.” I rubbed her clit. She tried closing her legs, but I wasn’t letting her move them from the position on my shoulders.
“No!”
“Baby, I’m close. I’m so fucking close,” I grunted. “Give in to me!”
I pressed harder against her little bud of nerves, and the eruption I was waiting for happened right in front of my eyes. She threw her head back, the walls of her pussy clenching around me, pulling my orgasm out from me.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I shouted as my cock started spurting inside her, milked by her tight heat. “Fuck, Ophelia. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
She trembled, her legs shaking, and when I opened my eyes, it wasn’t Ophelia in front of me. But their eyes, they had the same eyes.
Oh my God.
“What have I done?” I tore myself away from her, stumbling over the clothing on the floor, and plastered myself to the wall. “Maya.”
Her eyes were focused on the ceiling, not a single sound coming from her. My blood was smeared on her face.
“I’m sorry.” I dropped to the floor, trying to remind myself why I did this. For Ava, everything I did was for Ava. Why did I feel like this then?
“I am so fucking sorry.”
I rubbed at my face, expecting a retribution, a sound from her, but she just kept staring at the ceiling, without saying a word.
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Were monsters born,or were they made?
I’ve had this question running through my head for quite some time, and yet, I still didn’t find an answer. Was I born with a fucked-up mind, or was it the circumstance in which I was brought up that shaped who I am today? I was almost certain I wasn’t born like this.
On the days when the air felt thicker, and I could feel her here, with me, I could still remember what it felt like just being a normal teenager with Ava. I could see us strutting around Croyford High, going from class to class, talking about such insignificant bullshit, it almost made me puke right now. I wasn’t a monster then.
I was just a kid, a normal teen with ridiculous problems.
And the biggest one of them all was, would Kieran ever see me as anything else but his sister’s friend? If I could, I would travel back in time and warn seventeen-year-old Ophelia to run. Just take Ava and run away.
Save Kieran from the monstrosities he was going to commit.
Just take all of them away, far, far away.
I wasn’t born a monster. I wasn’t born filled with hatred, filled with all this pain, with this need for vengeance. Fairytales usually start with “Once upon a time”, and once upon a time I was a happy girl, and then they ruined it.
Bit by bit, day by day and year by year, they were killing me slowly. These three brothers sitting in the car with me, these three monsters, they were pawns just like I was, but then they became the executioners. Each one of them became what they promised they wouldn’t be.
Each guilty of something, but only one of them deserved what was coming for him.
Kieran took my heart and stomped all over it, and I would’ve forgiven him. I would have, because I loved him so much. Because I thought he was the best thing to ever happen to me. But then he took my soul and ripped it all apart.
The knowledge I gained, the things he did, it fucking shattered me, and for that, he was going to pay.
