Page 23 of Now You See Him

Chapter

Sixteen

“ T ell me you’re comfortable with this,” Derrick said as he stroked a hand over Tina’s back.

She looked up at his concerned expression and nodded. “I think this is what Damien wants. Humiliation. Degradation. He wants Logan to feel small, and then for him to feel like he’s lost his sanity to the point where he confesses. It all makes sense now.”

They stood in her bedroom in the soft light of the candles burning on the bedside tables.

Tina had changed the sheets, turned down the comforter and positioned one of the armchairs within optimal viewing distance of the bed.

It took her an entire day to put together her plans.

It was now the next evening, and she was wet with anticipation, having had to change her underwear twice during the day because she’d soaked each pair.

Ever since she was fucked in the bathtub, all she wanted was to be in the same position again.

Derrick scrubbed his hands over his face. This poor man was trying to be supportive, but he had so many conflicting feelings with Logan and his brother. “This is so…fucked. Like an out- of-body experience that we’re even considering something like this.”

If someone would’ve told her a month ago that she would be trying to get her fiancé to confess to pushing a man down the stairs after being fucked by a ghost, she would’ve immediately made several extra appointments with her therapist. Normal was a relative term, but in this situation, it was appropriate.

Dealing with ghosts was not normal behavior.

Fucking ghosts, feeling their cock inside her so deep, she was still sore after her bath the night before, that was not normal behavior.

Wanting to do it again? Definitely not normal.

But she was tired of being attached to a man who had lied to her for so long. She was tired of being used by a poltergeist who was demanding justice. This ended today. Then maybe, she could have a future with someone new.

The doorbell rang, and she took a deep, steadying breath. “Ready?” she asked Derrick.

He cupped her face and stroked a thumb over the curve of her cheekbone. “For you? Absolutely. Let’s just hope that Damien isn’t tired out and this show isn’t for nothing.”

Tina hoped for the same thing.

“Go hide in the bathroom,” she said before squeezing his arm and leaving the room.

The doorbell rang once more before she made it downstairs to the front foyer. She opened the front door to a wary Logan.

He looked her up and down, taking in the silk camisole sleep set she was wearing. His eyes went wide. “Tina?”

“Hi,” she said gently. Then she reached out and grabbed his hands before tugging him inside. “I missed you.”

“I…ah, I missed you, too.” His eyes darted over her shoulder, taking in the shadows in every corner. He looked nervous. Anxious. Tina was surprised that he’d even agreed to come.

“I know that you hate this house and it hasn’t been easy moving back. But I really want us to talk about a plan forward. Something that makes both you and I happy.”

“Oh,” he said. His shoulders relaxed just enough that they weren’t hovering near his ears anymore. “Ah, okay. Yeah, I’d like that. I mean, we are engaged.”

Not for long.

“Come on upstairs,” she said. Her hold on his fingers tightened as she tugged him towards the stairwell. “I want to show you something. Hopefully it’ll help in clearing up where my head is at and what I think we can do. I don’t want this to be the thing that wears on our relationship.”

She was halfway up the staircase when she realized that he wasn’t following her. He stood at the landing, looking down at the floorboards as if he was staring at something that haunted him. “Can’t we just talk down here in the great room?”

“I really need to show you something,” she said with a smile. “And I packed some more clothes for you so you can take them back to your parents’ house. I promise we’ll be quick.”

He hesitated once more, and Tina wondered how she was going to put her plan into action if she couldn’t even get Logan up the stairs.

He let out a deep sigh, then begrudgingly followed her. “I do need a few of my suits.”

A thrill coursed through her body, and she had to bite back the shiver as she led him to the primary suite. When they stepped inside, the candles seemed to burn brighter and the sheets almost shimmered as if reflecting her anticipation.

“W-what’s going on?” Logan said. The fear echoed in his voice, and a twisted part of her slurped it up like a cat with milk. The anticipation was enough to have her breathy and hot.

“It’s a surprise, Logan. You loved surprises once, right?

Especially the kind that I gave you.” Tina gripped his wrist and tugged him across the room to the chair she’d positioned next to the bed.

With one solid push, she nudged him into the seat.

Her heartbeat began to speed up, and she had to work hard at keeping her breathing even.

“Tina…”

“I know,” she said softly.

His eyes widened. She could see the alarm painted clearly on his face before he expertly masked it behind a placid smile. “Know what, sweetheart?”

“I know about Lucia.”

He jerked in the chair, his hands gripping the arms tighter. “M-my high school girlfriend? What about her?”

“Your high school girlfriend. The work colleague that came to visit New York for business before you went out to dinner with her. The woman that you’ve been sleeping with for over a year and who also happens to live in town.”

He tried to push himself out of the chair, but Tina crowded him, and he pressed against the back cushion to increase the space between them.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.

I would never cheat on you. We’re supposed to get married, Tina.

We have history. Why would I throw that all away after leaving New York and moving back here? Moving into this house?”

“Why would you?” She inspected her nails before crossing her arms over her chest. “At first, it made sense to me that you’d want to be close to your side piece.

How convenient, right? But then I learned that this used to be Lucia’s house.

One she shared with her husband. The same husband that you pushed down the stairs. ”

All the blood seemed to drain from Logan’s face. “W-what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about murder.”

The lights flickered, and the flames on each candlewick in the room shot straight in the air before shrinking back to size. Logan’s quick inhale of breath was accompanied by an attempt to scramble towards the front door.

Invisible straps held his wrists down, and his head jerked back as if a rope was looped around his shoulders and neck to tie him to the chair.

“W-what’s happening?” he cried. The fear was like a sweat that squeezed out of his pores. “What’s going on? Tina? Tina!”

Before she could answer, Derrick strolled into the room from the en suite bath, shirtless, with his jeans unzipped.

If Logan was shocked before, scared before, he was even more so now. “Damien,” he whispered.

“Other brother,” Derrick said with a grin. “But I’m sure you’ll meet Damien, too.”

“What’s going on here?” Logan cried out. He tugged at the ghostly restraints holding him hostage. “Why is he here? Tina. Tina!”

Derrick stepped behind Tina, brushed her long hair aside, and pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck. “He’s here,” she said with one long, heartfelt sigh. “Because you’re a coward and you have to pay the price.”

It was wrong, twisted even, to feel thrilled at the sight of Logan’s horror.

At his fear. But Tina had been prepared for this.

The Sutter brothers had torn out any common sense and decency from her psyche the moment Damien had invaded her dreams that first night.

Her body was now attuned to their touch, their dominance in a way that thrilled her.

She needed it more than she ever needed Logan.

Derrick sensed that she was ready and turned her in his arms and pressed a long, languid kiss against her mouth. She lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, and they stood there, holding each other, their tongues tangling, while Logan struggled behind them.

Tina felt Derrick’s hands stroke over her ass, then tuck in the waistband of her shorts before nudging them down.

They fell in a silent whisper at her feet, a flutter of silk and lace.

She didn’t wear panties underneath, and her bare ass was on display.

He tugged the straps down on her camisole until that also slipped off her body, her tits popping out and brushing against his bare chest.

“Are you ready?” he whispered, just for her.

“Yes.”

She lowered to her knees, unclasped Derrick’s belt, and pulled the tab of his zipper down.

His erection bobbed, thick and long and hard.

The bulbous head was slick with wetness, and the silky skin was warm as she wrapped her fingers around him.

Tina carefully licked the tip, then took him in her mouth just as she had the night before.

“No!”

Logan’s fierce scream was loud enough to interrupt her feast and the feel of Derrick in her mouth nudging the back of her throat. Tina looked over her shoulder, glaring at her former fiancé. “What is it?”

“You’re insane. You’ve lost your mind. We’ve all lost our minds,” he said, his shoulders rising and falling with each desperate attempt for a breath. “How am I tied to this chair? What are you doing, Tina?”

The panic in his eyes was an aphrodisiac and she wanted to see him cry from it.

She got to her feet and turned to face him, fully nude. “Maybe you’d like a demonstration on what it looks like when I feel pleasure.”