Chapter 7: Brotherly Rage and a Bloody Nose
The iron gates of the Cunningham estate loomed like judgment in the rain-streaked windshield, impossibly close. Vera’s cheek was still pressed against the cold glass of the truck window, her back a canvas of goosebumps under the air Jace’s sudden withdrawal left behind. His cum was a warm, slick trail down her inner thigh. The sharp sting of the spanking throbbed on her ass, the bite mark on her neck pulsed. Reality, cold and harsh, slammed into her harder than Jace had moments before.
Jace slumped back in the driver’s seat, the seat groaning under his weight. He ran a trembling, ink-blackened hand through his sweat-damp black hair, tugging hard. His broad chest heaved. His hazel eyes, when they finally met hers as she awkwardly turned her head, weren’t the familiar warm pools of mischief or the flat, dangerous hunger from earlier. They were wide, shocked, filled with a dawning horror that mirrored the icy dread pooling in Vera’s own stomach.
"Fuck," he breathed, the word barely audible over the truck's idle rumble. It wasn’t the rough growl of possession; it was the hollow echo of catastrophic regret. "Vera... fuck. Adam..." He couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence. His gaze darted from her exposed, trembling body – hoodie hanging off one shoulder, sweatpants tangled around her knees, skin marked red and purple – to the imposing gates barely fifty yards away.
Panic seized her, cold and sharp. She couldn't be seen like this. Not by the staff, not by... Adam. He was home. He had to be. The thought of her brother finding her in Jace’s truck, reeking of sex and shame, legs sticky with his best friend’s release… it was unthinkable.
"Drive," she choked out, scrambling to yank the sweatpants back up over her hips, wincing as the rough fabric scraped her sensitive skin. Her hands shook violently as she tried to zip the hoodie, fumbling with the small metal tab. "Jace, please, drive. Just... go around the block. Anywhere. Please."
He stared at her, still paralyzed by the magnitude of what he’d done, where he’d done it. The consequences weren't just personal anymore; they were nuclear.
"JACE!" Her voice cracked, sharp with desperation. It snapped him into motion.
He slammed the truck into gear with a brutal jerk, the tires spinning on the wet asphalt as he accelerated past the estate gates, away from the imminent disaster. He drove fast, aimlessly, taking corners sharply, the cab filled with nothing but the roar of the engine and the frantic rhythm of their breathing. Vera huddled against the passenger door, arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring unseeing out the window. The rain intensified, blurring the world into streaks of grey light.
He drove for ten silent, suffocating minutes before pulling into the dimly lit parking garage beneath his apartment building. The familiar concrete cavern felt like a tomb. He killed the engine. The sudden silence was deafening.
Neither moved for a long moment.
"Upstairs," Jace finally rasped, his voice raw. He didn’t look at her, just shoved his door open and got out, slamming it shut with a bang that echoed off the concrete walls.
Vera followed numbly, her legs feeling like lead. The elevator ride to his fourth-floor unit was excruciating. He stood rigidly beside her, staring at the numbered lights flickering upward, radiating tension that vibrated in the small space. The air between them crackled with unspoken dread and the lingering, undeniable scent of sex.
His apartment was its usual controlled chaos – tattoo designs scattered on a drafting table, textbooks stacked haphazardly, the faint, permanent smell of ink and antiseptic underneath the newer layers of weed and cigarettes. He locked the door behind them, the deadbolt clicking with finality. Then he turned, leaning back against it, pinning her with his tortured gaze.
"Are you... hurt?" The question was gruff, almost angry. His eyes scanned her face, lingering on the bruise forming on her neck.
Vera flinched. The physical pain was secondary. "No." Her voice was small. "Jace... what are we..."
He pushed off the door abruptly, crossing the small space in two strides. Before she could react, his hands were on her face, tilting it up. His kiss was nothing like the bruising possession in the truck. It was desperate, searching, filled with a frantic need for reassurance she couldn’t give. His tongue plunged into her mouth, demanding a response she couldn’t fully muster. One hand slid down her back, under the hoodie, fingers tracing the raised ink of the moon phases down her spine before gripping her ass possessively, pulling her hard against him. She could feel the rigid outline of his cock stirring again already against her hip, even through his jeans.
"Need you," he growled against her lips, his breath hot. "Fuck the consequences. Need to feel you. Need it." His hands were frantic, pulling at the zipper of the hoodie again, shoving it roughly off her shoulders. His mouth descended to her neck, sucking hard on the tender skin beside the bite mark, making her gasp. "Mine. Say it, Vera. Say you're fucking mine."
He didn't wait for an answer. He walked her backwards, his mouth fused to hers, until her knees hit the edge of his unmade bed. He pushed her down onto the dark sheets. Kneeling between her legs, he yanked the borrowed sweatpants and her panties down in one violent motion, tossing them aside. His eyes burned with a feverish intensity as they raked over her nakedness: the spiderwebs on her ribs, the stars leading down to her glistening, swollen cunt, still wet with him, her pale skin a stark canvas for the marks he’d left.
He didn’t undress. Just unbuckled his belt, tore open his jeans, freeing his thick, half-hard cock. He spat roughly into his palm, smearing the saliva over his length, the slick sound obscene in the tense quiet. Then he was on her, pushing her legs wide apart with his knees, his heavy body settling over hers. The blunt, hot head of his cock pressed insistently against her tender entrance, still stretched and sensitive from before.
"Jace," she breathed, a sound caught between protest and need. The dread was still there, a cold knot in her chest, but her body betrayed her, arching instinctively towards the pressure, craving the oblivion only he could give her right now.
"Shh," he commanded, his voice thick. "Just feel." He pushed forward. Slowly this time, agonizingly, stretching her aching flesh anew, filling her with his impossible thickness. A low groan tore from his throat as he slid home. "Fuck... still so goddamn tight. Still sucking me in." He dropped his head, his forehead resting against hers, his hazel eyes boring into her pale green ones. "Look at me."
She did. Trapped. Terrified. Aroused beyond reason.
He started to move. A deep, deliberate roll of his hips. Then another. Withdrawing almost entirely before driving back in with measured force. The friction was exquisite, brutal. She whimpered, her nails digging into the muscular planes of his back, feeling the intricate ink beneath her fingertips. He kept the pace controlled, intense, his eyes locked on hers, refusing to let her look away.
His hand slipped between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit with unerring accuracy. He rubbed tight, demanding circles, the pressure relentless. The dual assault – the deep, filling thrusts and the sharp friction on her clit – was overwhelming. Pleasure coiled tight, threatening to snap, pushing against the wall of fear and guilt. Her breath hitched, her back arching off the bed.
"Jace..." she gasped, her voice breaking.
"That's it, princess," he murmured, his own breath ragged. He watched her unravel, his gaze fierce. "Come on. Let go. Come for me. Right fucking now."
He increased the pressure, his thumb working faster, his hips driving deeper, grinding against her with each stroke. He lowered his head, capturing her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. The combined sensations were too much. Vera cried out, a high, keening sound as her orgasm detonated. Her cunt clamped down on his cock in violent, rhythmic spasms, milking him, pulling him deeper.
He groaned, a sound of pure, primal satisfaction against her breast. "Fuck yes. Take it. Take my cock." He kept thrusting through her climax, prolonging the intense pulses, his own control fraying. She felt him swell even thicker inside her, felt the base of his cock throb against her clenching walls. With a final, guttural groan that vibrated through her entire body, he buried himself deep and held, his hips jerking erratically as hot pulses of cum flooded her core again, filling the space her own release had just vacated.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight crushing, his breath hot and damp against her neck. They lay tangled, slick with sweat, the only sound their harsh, uneven breathing and the drumming of rain against the window. The air smelled of sex and dread.
The fragile silence shattered like glass.
The apartment door burst open with a splintering crack. Not unlocked. Smashed.
Adam stood framed in the doorway. Rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, his expensive jacket soaked. His face was a mask of disbelief, rapidly morphing into incandescent fury. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, scanned the scene: His baby sister, pinned naked beneath his best friend. Her neck bruised, her hair a tangled mess. Jace’s jeans around his thighs, his broad, tattooed back flexed, clearly still buried deep inside her. The raw scent of sex hung thick in the air, undeniable.
Vera froze, sheer terror icing her veins. She tried to push Jace off, but he was immovable, his body suddenly rigid. He slowly raised his head from her neck, turning it fractionally towards the door. His expression wasn’t shock. It was grim, resigned acceptance.
"ADAM!" Vera choked out, the sound strangled.
Jace didn't move off her. Didn't pull out. His hazel eyes, dark and defiant, met Adam’s horrified stare head-on. He held his best friend's gaze for one excruciating second, his jaw clenched, a muscle ticking violently in his temple. Then, deliberately, almost challengingly, he lowered his head back down towards Vera’s core. Not breaking eye contact with Adam, he slowly ran his tongue in one long, obscene stripe up her slit, tasting their combined release. He lingered, his tongue swirling around her oversensitive clit, making her gasp and writhe involuntarily beneath him even as horror consumed her.
He lifted his glistening chin, a droplet of her slick clinging to his bottom lip. He met Adam’s apoplectic gaze again, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.
"Took you long enough, brother."