Page 6 of Upon Blooded Lips (Vengeance #1)

While I wait for my brother to return, I remove my mask and gloves and cue up a video on the largest screen. Eric bounds in the door a moment later, coming to a screeching halt when he sees the screen.

“Fuck, I love you,” he says, his eyes shining.

“How did you—” My inked hand wraps around the back of his neck, and I cut his words off with my mouth.

He leans into me with a groan, and I thrust my tongue inside.

His cedar and citrus scent makes my nostrils flare, and I inhale it greedily along with his taste.

I lower my hands down his body, running them over his defined abs before lacing them around his back.

My breath catches in my throat when he thrusts his hips against mine, rubbing our aching cocks together.

I grab his ass and squeeze before moving to his front and fumbling with his button and zipper.

I tear away from him, my chest heaving for air, and spin him around. After yanking his jeans and boxers down, I place my palm on his lower back and bend him over the desk. “What do you need?” I ask, my voice low and threaded with desire.

“You.”

“Mmm. Be more specific, Eric.” I run my hand over the globe of his ass before bringing the flat of my hand against it in a sharp slap.

He yelps. “I want my big brother’s monster cock so deep inside me I can feel it in my throat.”

My dick jerks and strains against my jeans. “Only good boys get cock,” I tease, pushing my jeans down to my knees. “Have you been good?” I rummage in the desk drawer and grab a bottle of lube, dribbling the slick substance over his puckered hole and onto my cock.

“Yes, I’ve been so good,” Eric says, sucking in a breath when I push my thumb inside him. “Please, Nate.”

“I love it when you beg.” I reach over and press play on the video while I stretch his asshole to take me. Our father’s face appears on the screen, humming along to the radio while he drives. The tiny hidden camera we had installed in the visor recorded everything that snowy, icy day ten years ago.

I pull my thumb out and grip his hip with one hand while lining my cock up with the other. “Count every inch,” I order, breaching the ring of muscle.

“One.”

Daniel turns a corner, heading toward home.

Another inch. “Two.”

The car continues on its path, navigating the treacherous roads.

“Three.” Fuck. He’s so tight and feels so good. It takes everything in me not to slam inside him.

Daniel takes a left, still humming, completely oblivious.

He should have treated us better. He should have been more wary of the monsters living in his home. He never should have bought a smart car.

“Four … five … six.”

Daniel’s car speeds up, and his eyes fly wide. “What the fuck?” he shouts, his body rocking while stomping on the unresponsive brakes.

I reach my hand around and fist Eric’s thick cock. His body trembles as I stroke the hard length and slide another inch inside him.

“Seven. Please, Nate. Fuck, I need you so bad.”

Sweat dots my brow at my restraint. “Don’t be impatient. Three more.”

“Eight. Why do you have to be so goddamn big?”

“You love it.”

Eric chuckles before groaning, the indecent sound sending waves of heat through me. “Nine.”

The car skids and slides, and Daniel’s scream echoes through the speakers when the steering wheel jerks to the right, sending the car crashing over the barrier of Hancock Bridge.

I slam the last inch into Eric’s ass right when the video catches the scenery flying past, Daniel’s wails punctuating each thrust. My hand tightens around his cock, stretching and yanking, my hips pistoning against him.

The car crashes into the water, sending our father’s head into the steering wheel. He leans back with a groan, crimson rivulets running down his face.

A sense of justice and glee fills me, as it does every time we watch this—struggling to remove his seatbelt, begging God for a miracle, desperately trying to open the door against the river’s mighty current.

His terror calms my demon, the dark part of me born the day my mother’s brains splattered across the kitchen floor.

In his last moments, he understood the fear he forced us to live with.

Did he think of us as the water rose? Did he beg for forgiveness when it flowed over his head and his breath gave out?

Did he know, at least on some level, that we were responsible for his death?

Eric’s cock thickens in my hand. “That’s it, come for me,” I say, slamming harder into him. Thick ropes of cum cover my hand the moment the water closes over our father’s head, his mumbled screams sending bubbles of air rising to the surface.

I release Eric’s hip and grab his neck, pulling him back against me as my release sends shards of pleasure racing through my body. My cum paints his insides, and I bite down on the base of his neck, pinning him to me while I wait for my orgasm to release me from its grip.

I glide my mouth up his sweat-slicked neck before sucking his earlobe into my mouth. “I love you,” I murmur into his ear, and he shudders against me.

“I love you too.”

Daniel’s head bobs in the water as the last few inches of the car’s interior fill with water.

Ragged white lines fill the screen, and the camera fades to black.