Zeke
She tried to cover her thighs, but I didn’t let her. My hold on her legs was tight, and it must’ve hurt her, but I couldn’t loosen my grasp. I was transfixed with the lines on her thighs, lines that were still angry looking.
“Maya. Explain,” I gritted out.
“I did it, okay?” she snapped, but I could feel her shaking under my touch. She was scared.
“Why?” I breathed out.
She shrugged. Her eyes welled up with tears, and I pulled her into my arms again.
“If you want pain, I’ll be the one who gives it to you. On my terms,” I said with certainty in my voice.
She pushed herself away from me, and I let her, so she could see how serious I was by looking into my eyes.
“If you ever feel the urge to hurt yourself, you’ll tell me.”
She lifted her chin with defiance. “Why?”
“Because at least I know what I’m doing.”
She snorted. “Right. You’re good at hurting me.”
I watched as she stood up and walked away from the pool in her wet t-shirt. I stared at her heading to the stairs to go back to the loft. When she disappeared from my view, I let my head hang down on my shoulders.
Her words stung, but they also aroused me. The idea of disciplining her, turning her pale skin pink, breaking her walls until she gives me the rawest version of her love and hate was like a handmade heaven for me.
I didn’t know when the changes started. I always told myself that it was the weekend when we were in the warehouse, but maybe it was when I started to imagine Maya as I fucked Mandy, or maybe I was just fucked up and it was even before that. Lately, there was no moment I wasn’t thinking of her, some thoughts were innocent like making her laugh, seeing the way she enjoyed her meal, watching her sleep, but most of them were thoughts I shouldn’t even acknowledge. Their presence should have been banned from my mind. She was so young and worse than that she was my fucking niece.
I tried to stay away from her, but it was a hard thing to do in this house, especially when Carl passed out on the couch I usually slept on and Amanda was in the bedroom. I either had to go and crush into Mandy’s house or sleep on the floor in Maya’s room. So here I was, sleeping on the floor. I could feel Maya’s presence all around me. She was like the sun, invading every space, my every thought even when I tried to put a wall between us.
“I can’t sleep,” she murmured. It was the same problem every night, I was trying to do everything in my power not to hold her in my arms before she slept since that weekend when I had a huge fucking hard-on just by holding her, but she was always complaining. I couldn’t blame her, she needed to feel safe whenever she closed her eyes, and I made her get used to being in my arms all these years.
“I’m here, just close your eyes,” I whispered, turning my back to her. I pretended like I was sleeping, but my body was focused on hers, her soft breath was like an aphrodisiac to my twisted, traitor body and I was already hard under the covers.
I held my breath when I felt her soft touch on my back. “Maya, go to your bed,” I gritted out.
“Zeke, please. I’m sorry, okay? Don’t hate me, you’re the only one I have.” Her voice was weaker than I’d ever heard her, and it ended with a sob, I didn’t have another choice but to turn around and hug her tight to my chest.
“Maya, I don’t hate you. That’s impossible. It’s just… it’s dangerous when we’re close, baby girl.”
She lifted her head from my chest, looking deep into my eyes with determination in her gaze. “I don’t care.”
I frowned. Was she talking about what I was thinking?
Her hand on my chest slowly moved down to my abs. I wanted to stop her hand, but her touch was feeling so good I wanted to be selfish.
“You like me, don’t you?” she whispered. I wish she stopped whispering, her soft breath was messing with my mind. “Like, not as your niece…” she said as if daring me.
“Maya.” The warning was evident in my voice, but in reality, all I was thinking was to hover over her petite body and devour her.
“I love you, Zeke. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. Can’t you just love me back?” she whispered-sobbed, and her warmth soaked into me, I just gave in to my heart’s desire and grabbed her neck to kiss her the way I wanted to.
Oh, how much I loved her. If she’d known how intense my love was for her, she would’ve been scared. I didn’t even know when I started to love her. Was it when she turned into a woman in front of my eyes or was it before that? I didn’t have an answer to that. And I didn’t know if I would like the answer to that question. All I knew was since she was born I just wanted to be whatever she needed me to be. And if she needed me to deliver her some pain, well, I was going to give it to her.