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Chapter 12: Leaning Tower of Pizza
Chapter 12: Leaning Tower of Pizza
I’m lying flat on my back, Erica’s powerful thighs straddling me as she moves with a rhythm of an expert. Her eyes are closed, her long blonde hair water-falling down her shoulders, and her full lips parted in a satisfied smile.
She looks like a goddess, an unstoppable force taking control of my body and soul. But as I gaze up at her, I realize something is off. Her movements are passionate, yet there’s a hint of anger behind them, a storm brewing beneath the surface.
‘I really don’t want to tell her about last night, but I cant keep secrets from her.’ I frown.
She notices my distant expression with something akin to a sixth sense and stops mid-thrust, her piercing blue eyes snapping open. The temperature in the room seems to drop as she studies me, her brow furrowing with concern and frustration. “Jason,” she growls, her voice low and dangerous, “what’s wrong?”
My heart races, and I gulp deeply, trying to find the right words. I’m not sure how to explain the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me, the fear and exhilaration that come with being completely vulnerable to this magnificent woman. “Nothing,” I finally manage to mutter, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just... I can’t stop thinking.”Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com
Erica’s eyes narrow, and she resumes her movements, this time with more force. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making it hard to focus on anything but the sensation of her body against mine. “You can’t stop thinking?” she repeats, her voice filled with anger. “About what, Jason? What could possibly be more important than this?”
I try to push the thoughts away, to lose myself in the moment, but it’s no use. I’m trapped in my own mind, consumed by the fact that I got a hard-on from my sister’s almost rape. I know I should tell her the truth, but the words feel stuck in my throat, a tangled mess of fear and desire. And most of all, I’m afraid she’d kill my sister.
‘It’s not that I care that I got an erection, I get those all the time. It’s that Erica is going to be mad at where and I how i got it.’ I reason out with myself.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say, my voice strained as I struggle to keep up with her relentless pace.
‘That’s not a lie. That’s just blatantly avoiding my issues.’
Erica’s expression softens, and for a moment, I think she might let it go. But then, with a fierce determination, she leans forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she whispers in my ear. “You know I can’t stand it when you’re distant, Jason. You know how much I hate it.”
‘I don’t think that has even happened to us yet?’
I nod, I want to tell her the truth and lay myself bare, but I have to be smart about it.
Suddenly, Erica’s hand shot out, snatching a knife from the nearby table. The cold steel glinted menacingly in the low light. She pressed the blade gently against my throat, her eyes narrowing as she demanded, “What the fuck are you hiding from me, Jason? Tell me now!”
‘Awwww, it’s just like the time we met but now she’s holding the knife.’ I think back nostalgically on how she saved me from an insane rapist with a knife to my neck.’
My cock grew three sizes due to the knife. I could see the desperation in Erica’s eyes and the need to know what was causing the distance between us. And, God help me, it turned me on.
Her hips ground into me harder, faster, as if trying to wring the truth from my very soul. I gasped as the pressure built, the sensation of pleasure and fear pushing me to the brink.
“I... I can’t,” I choked out, my voice barely a whisper.
With a growl, Erica leaned in closer, her breath hot against my cheek. “Tell me, Jason. Tell me what’s been eating away at you, or so help me...”
The knife pressed harder against my throat, and in that instant, something inside me snapped. I felt myself surrendering to the moment, to Erica’s dominance, to the twisted desires I had fed so willingly lately.
“Fuck!” I cried out as my release overtook me, my body shuddering beneath hers as I emptied myself into her.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I found myself staring up at Erica with newfound affection. The knife still hovered at my throat, but the anger in her eyes had faded, replaced by a mixture of confusion and concern. The threat clearly calmed me and opened me up in a way nothing else could, and I could see it in Erica’s eyes. She noticed the knife helped me, too.
“I’ll tell you,” my voice filled with tenderness. “I’ll tell you everything, Erica.”
‘I owe it to her. The truth. I have to trust in the system. To withhold something from your Yandere is death, after all. But more than that, I want my partner to know what’s bothering me.’
A flicker of movement caught my eye. Brooke emerged beneath the leaning tower of Pizza, coming out the doorway of the restaurant, her shift finally over. She moved with that same timid grace she always had, unaware of the storm brewing just across the lot.
“Think you can mess with what’s mine?” I muttered under my breath, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. My heart thundered against my ribs like it wanted to kill someone.
I slipped out of the car, each step measured and deliberate. The baseball bat felt like an extension of my body. The blood on it were the trophies of the many fights i brought it too. My muscles hummed with tension, echoing the power I had honed through countless fights back in Salem.
“Hey, Brooke!” I called, my voice butchering the quiet night air.
She turned, her eyes widening at the sight of me. There was no mistaking the fear that flashed across her face, but she was rooted to the spot, like a deer caught in headlights.
“Erica, what are you—”
“Shut up,” I snapped, not interested in her excuses. “You know what you did.”
Without hesitation I swung the bat at her car’s headlights. Glass shattered, scattering bright shards across the asphalt like stars ripped from the sky. Again and again, I struck, each blow a way to dull the rage boiling inside me.
Brooke didn’t scream. She didn’t run. She just stood there, trembling, as if her silence could shield her from the wrath she knew she deserved.
“Say something!” I demanded, panting from exertion, the remnants of Brooke’s headlights lying in ruins at my feet.
But Brooke remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line, her hazel eyes terrified of me.
“You made me lose face with him today,” I spat out, the words leaving my lips like bullets. “Do you have any idea what that feels like? To see him so fucking vulnerable because of you?”
Brooke took a step back as if distancing herself from the intensity of my emotions could somehow protect her.
“Erica, I—” she started, but I didn’t let her finish.
“You think I’m mad because of your Joke rape thing, but for me, I can justify that. I hate you for it and want to bash your skull in for it, but I at least understand why you did that. I get why you would want to teach a boy that is so fucking helpless and demanding of ownership that it’s dangerous to do that. Your his sister, so, fine! But you did something far worse than whatever that sick game was,” I continued, each word laced with venom. “Watching him nearly break down over getting an erection to another girl—his own sister—it was humiliating for both of us.
I breathe in angrily. “You probably think Jason likes being humiliated, but for me, I figured him out. What he fucking loves, what makes him wake up every day and keep living, is his insane want to give up control, while still feeling safe and seen.” I emphasize the last words. “I mean, for fucks sake, he’s demented, but he knows exactly what he wants. And you know what? I fucking love it. He makes me a better me!” I pause still breathing heavily.
“But you fucking embarrassed him, and you embarrassed me by doing what you did.”
Brooke’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Her eyes darted around, perhaps searching for an escape or help that wouldn’t come.
“Listen to me very carefully,” I hissed, stepping forward, the threat in my tone as sharp as the blade I’d held to Jason’s throat. “If you ever try anything with Jason again, I swear on everything I love, I will end you. And the only reason you’re walking away tonight is because you’re his sister.”
I watched as Brooke swallowed hard, her eyes glistening with unspoken pleas for mercy. But there was no room for mercy—not when it came to Jason.
“Understand this,” I said, my voice dripping with hate. “Jason is mine. He is spoken for. He is claimed. He is owned!” I stare at Brooke as she helplessly looks at me like i’m the villain here. “You’re getting off this once, but there won’t be a next time. Not ever.”
Brooke nodded quickly, too frightened to speak. I could see the tremble in her hands, the way her knees threatened to buckle beneath her.
Good. Let her carry this fear with her, a constant reminder never to cross me again.
With one last piercing look that sealed my promise, I turned my back on her and walked away, leaving her with broken headlights in the shadow of the leaning tower of Pizza.