Page 32 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

HIM

I feel like I’m in a cocoon. Soft, warm, and protected. Like nothing in the outside world can touch me, and I’m completely safe. And the smell… I burrow deeper, press myself harder into the pillowy cushion of softness, and breathe in deep.

Sunshine and flowers, that’s what fills my nose, and it makes my eyes water with tears because I miss that smell so much.

“Well, isn’t this so sweet?”

My body goes rigid, as stiff as a board, and I pull my face out of the blankets and look up.

My aunt stands over the bed wearing her soft black robe that feels like flower petals.

Her long blonde hair has big curls and falls over her shoulders.

Her mouth is curved into a smile, as if she thinks finding me lying in my mother’s arms is sweet.

But I know that look, and it’s not meant to be sweet.

I scramble to get up. I don’t like Aunt Rosa being in my mother’s room. I don’t like it when she’s anywhere near my mother. She stops me by putting a hand on my arm.

“It’s okay, precious. Stay right where you are,” she says in a sugary voice that sends nasty shivers all over my body.

I still want to leave, but I lie back against my mother.

Earlier when I came in here, my mother was already asleep, so I wiggled my small body between her arms and settled myself against her chest. I faced outward, so it was almost like my mom was hugging me from behind, like a lot of parents do with their children.

I eye Aunt Rosa warily. I want her to leave, but I keep my mouth shut because I don’t know what she’ll do if I anger her.

She sits on the side of the bed, that creepy smile still on her face. Lifting her hand, she swipes it across my forehead and pushes back some of my hair.

“You know, it’s okay to want to sleep with your mother. To press up against her body and feel all of her curves against yours. I bet it feels good, doesn’t it, baby boy?”

No, it doesn’t. Not how she’s saying anyway.

I like sleeping with my mother because I feel safe with her.

If my mother were awake and not almost like a dead person who’s still living, she’d hurt Aunt Rosa for touching me the way she does.

Mother and Father always said people aren’t supposed to touch kids in their private areas.

I guess Aunt’s parents never told her. When I told her that the first time she touched me, she told me my parents lied.

She told me that it was up to the adults to teach their kids how to be dominating men and submissive women.

I think she’s the one who lied.

Aunt Rosa’s hand leaves my face and moves down my neck and to my shoulder. When she moves it down further, she pushes the covers too. I feel them slide down my body, and I know they’re sliding down my mother’s too.

My body trembles, and it’s not from fear. Anger makes me feel hot, like I have a fever, and I wonder if my face is red because of the heat.

I don’t say anything until the covers reach my feet.

“Stop,” I say.

Aunt’s eyes aren’t on me, but my mother behind me. She jerks them to my face at my demand.

“Excuse me?” she asks, one of her skinny brows going up.

“Leave. I don’t want you in here. Leave my mother alone.”

She laughs like I told her the funniest joke.

She gets up from the bed and leans over me. My chin is pinched between her fingers. “Since I’m the only functioning adult in this room, I’m the one who gives orders.”

Her voice is hard, but her lips are still smiling.

She lets my chin go and reaches beyond me. I want to turn over to see what she’s doing, but I’m too frozen to move. A moment later, my mother’s warmth at my back disappears. I flinch uncontrollably when I hear something rip.

Aunt lets out a sigh. “I’ve always been jealous of Caroline’s tits. So beautiful and full, and look at that, cherry-red nipples.”

I jerk my head around and see that Aunt has ripped the front of my mother’s nightgown, and she’s pinching her nipples. Mother’s head is turned away, so I can’t see her face. My stomach hurts, and I think I might throw up.

Aunt brings her attention back to me. She licks her lips and she looks at my body, starting at my face and going down to my cock.

She puts her hand on my stomach and slips her fingers beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts, pulling my cock out of the top.

I’m not hard in the slightest, but she doesn’t seem to mind because she grabs it anyway and begins running her hand up and down it.

“I bet her nipples would taste like cherries. You like cherries, don’t you, precious?”

I shake my head rapidly.

“You naughty boy,” she scolds. “The cook told me the other day your favorite pie is cherry.” Her hand around me tightens so much that I cry out in pain. “Why don’t you suck on her nipples and tell me if they taste like cherries.”

“I don’t want to,” I reply, trying my best not to cry. Big boys don’t cry, that’s what Aunt says.

“Why? You used to suck on them when you were a baby. Come on, precious. Suck on her nipples. It’ll make your mama feel good. Women like it when their nipples are licked and sucked. Show your mama what a big boy you are now. Show her how good you can make her feel.”

My bottom lip trembles, and I bite it to keep my tears from falling. I don’t want to touch my mother like that. Boys aren’t supposed to touch their mothers like that. Boys aren’t supposed to touch any adult like that. Just like adults aren’t supposed to touch little kids. No matter what Aunt says.

“No. I won’t do it.” I point my chin out. I don’t care what Aunt does to me. She won’t make me do that.

“No?” Aunt’s eyes narrow. “Fine. How about you straddle your mother and fuck her mouth then. Shove that little cock of yours past her lips.” She lets go of my mother’s nipple and moves her hand up her throat.

Mother’s mouth is slack, so Aunt easily pushes her finger past her lips and pulls her mouth open enough that I can see her tongue.

“A woman’s mouth is made to be fucked, and hers looks pretty empty. ”

I wish my mother would wake up. If she were awake and saw what Aunt was doing, maybe she would wake up all the way and make her stop. It makes me so angry to see Aunt doing this. And a small part of me is angry at my mother because she’s still asleep.

“Stop it!” I shout. “Leave her alone.”

My hands ball into fists, and I push them against the bed. If I were bigger, if I were an actual man that Aunt says she’s making me into, I’d punch her in the face. I’d make her stop touching Mother and kick her out of the room. But I’m not. I’m not big enough to beat up Aunt.

Yet.

One day I will be. And I won’t only beat her up, I’ll kill her.

Aunt smiles again, but she pulls her finger from Mother’s mouth. “So bossy.” She laughs. “I see my lessons are paying off. You’re going to be a natural dominant, baby boy.”

My mouth goes dry and my legs go stiff when she moves her hand down my mother’s stomach. Aunt ripped her gown so much that the top part of her panties is showing. They’re pink and silky. Aunt’s hand stops when she reaches the top part.

“No nipple sucking and no mouth fucking. What about her pussy? Every boy wants to fuck their mother. You want to fuck her, precious? Your father has been gone awhile, so her poor pussy has been neglected. She probably misses having it stuffed with a cock.”

When she begins pushing her hand inside my mother’s panties, I scramble up to my knees.

Her hand is knocked away from my cock, which is still soft, and she quickly stands.

I stay on my knees in front of my mother and face my aunt.

My cock is still sticking out of the top of my shorts, but I don’t even care.

“Stop touching her,” I say with as much strength as I can.

Aunt stands there, her head tilted to the side a little. Her mouth is flat and her eyes look mean. I wait for her to hit me like the last time I told her I didn’t want her to touch me. It hurt and it made my nose bleed, but it’ll be okay this time if it means she’ll leave my mother alone.

“You think you’re man enough to stop me?” she asks.

I keep my eyes on her face when she unties her robe and lets it drop to the floor. She’s naked underneath.

“Yes.”

I’m not big enough to stop her, but maybe she’ll believe me if I say I am.

She giggles, and the sound reminds me of the little girls at the school I used to go to.

“We’re not leaving this room until a pussy is fucked by your cock. It’s up to you whether it’s mine or your mother’s.”

She spreads her legs, and her hand goes between them. Two of her fingers disappear inside her.

I don’t want to touch Aunt, but I will, because if I don’t, she’ll make me touch Mother. I would rather chop off my dick than do that.

Ignoring the yuckiness in my stomach, I get to my feet on the mattress and walk to the edge. The bed is tall enough that I’m looking down at her now. Like I’ve been taught, I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back.

“Suck my cock and get me hard, you stupid fucking whore.”