Page 54 of After Our Kiss

The walls flickered as the tablet came to life in my hands.These things are so damn touchy,I thought, swimming with a bitter mood I was struggling to make sense of. As I started to turn it off, I stopped. The still-screen was showing the video of Georgia. The one I'd forced her to watch as I fucked her.

It was paused, but even when she wasn't moving, she was a creature of life. It taunted me; too crisp, too saturated, too real. My thumb moved of its own accord—I deleted the video.

The immediate wave of relief left me dazed. I hadn't considered erasing the videos until I'd done it just now. But I fucking had to. Not just because it was wrong for my father or brother to ever see Georgia like this, because it was wrong foranyoneto.

Anyone but me.

The smoky lure of possessiveness took over—I was out the backdoor of the house, canvas bag in hand. Jogging to the slope that led to the water, I slid on the wet gravel. Sea spray burned my nose. One by one, I tossed the tapes into the water, soaking them in the salt that was sure to ruin everything.

This vision of Georgia belonged to me.

These memories were mine.

Looking down at the pile of wrecked tapes, my heart raced. I'd known I was a traitor but this was the first time I actively lashed out against my father's wishes.

A tiny voice told me this was just the beginning.