I remain as I am, bent over the table, naked from the waist down, and almost so from the waist up. I feel cum dripping down my thighs as they stand behind me watching.
“It wasn’t really fair,” I try, not looking back, knowing it doesn’t matter. He knew I’d come.
“Shh.” Sebastian sits back down. “Stay,” he tells me.
Greg picks up his drink and follows him to sit and takes a sip.
“I feel responsible,” he says to Sebastian.
He’s got his back to me, but I can almost hear the smug grin in his voice.
“It wasn’t fair,” I try again from my place at the table, the night breeze cool on my naked ass.
“Life isn’t fair,” Gregory says.
“How are you going to punish me?”
“I’m going to leave that up to my brother,” Sebastian says.
Gregory turns to me with a grin on his face. “I’ll think of something special.”
My glare is interrupted by Sebastian’s command. “Go to your room, Helena.”
I’m surprised by this and a little put off at being sent away like a child.
“Go. I need to talk to my brother alone.”
I look at the both of them and I guess I should be grateful he’s letting me go. Although a look at Gregory tells me my punishment won’t be forgotten.
Without a word, I go to leave.
“Helena,” Sebastian says, stopping me when I get to the door.
I turn.
“Be ready for me when I get up there.”
I bite my lip, nod, and go upstairs. I didn’t really think he wasn’t going to fuck me tonight, did I? And honestly, don’t I want him to?
First thing I do is have a shower, taking my time. Before getting into bed, I retrieve Aunt Helena’s journal from beneath the mattress and re-read those final passages.
When I get the chance, I’m going to have to go back to the mausoleum and see if I can find the door that leads to the room below. I don’t know what I’ll find, don’t know why it matters, but it does.
I tuck it away in its hiding place and lay on my side, pulling the blanket over myself and closing my eyes. I don’t turn out the lights. I haven’t since I’ve been back from that dark room, not when I’m alone.
When I wake, it’s because of the sudden cold as my comforter is pulled from me.
I open my eyes to find Sebastian standing over me. He’s still fully dressed and he takes in my naked body.
“Did you leave the lights on on purpose?”
“I can’t sleep if it’s dark anymore. Not when I’m alone, at least.”
He nods, pulls his shirt over his head. I look at the scar.
“That must have hurt,” I say.
He looks at it too, then back at me. “It’s nothing.”
I sit up. “What did Gregory say to you in Gallo’s office? He said something in Italian that made you stop. What was it?”
He sighs, turns his attention to stripping off the rest of his clothes. “Nothing that matters.”
“It looked like it mattered.”
“Did it?” he asks, closing his hand over my ankle and tugging me to lie flat on the bed before spinning me onto my belly and pulling me toward him. “This is what matters right now,” he says.
I look back to find him kneeling between my legs beside the bed as he wraps his arms around my thighs and forces my back to arch. He looks at me like that, spread and open for him.
“Did you clean my brother’s cum out of you?”
I flush, but nod.
“Do you like getting fucked by him while I watch?” he asks, dipping his head to lick my pussy.
I bite my lip, grip the sheets.
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re a dirty girl, Helena,” he says, licking me in slow, long stretches, teasing my clit, making me want.
He stands up, puts his hands on my ass and spreads me open, touches a finger to my asshole. “This is mine,” he says as he draws me up to my knees.
I look back at him. He’s not looking at my face though.
“No one fucks your ass but me.”
“Why do you share me with him? It bothers you.”
“Does it bother you?”
I think about this. “I don’t know. I thought it would.”
“We shared girls before. Done it a few times. It was easier then.”
“Easier to share?”
He nods.
“Then don’t do it. Don’t share me with him.”
He holds my gaze as he pushes his cock into me. It’s too fast, and I’m not ready. It hurts a little.
“I like looking at you when you take him.”
He thrusts again.
“Are you always going to punish me after you make me fuck him?” Because that is what he’s doing. He’s punishing me now.
“After I make you? I think you like it.”
I pull away. I only manage it because he’s not expecting me to. I get off the bed, stand almost nose to nose with him.
“Don’t put this on me. You own me, remember? And you told him to fuck me.”
I don’t know why I’m so angry all of a sudden. Maybe it’s because there’s truth to his words? Maybe it’s because I do want it.
I like having them both. I do. But at the same time, Sebastian sharing me with his brother, it leaves a space between us. A barrier. And this makes no sense to me. It’s what I thought before. What I felt. When we were in Verona and he talked to me like he did. When he made love to me. I couldn’t take that because what I was feeling, what I am feeling, I cannot feel for him.
I think about my Aunt Helena, remember what I read in her journal. She was in love with one too.
In love with one.
What is wrong with me? What’s wrong with us Willow Girls?
“Get back on the bed, Helena.”
“I don’t feel like a fuck.” I shake my head, still in my thoughts, and walk around him, but he captures my arm, stops me.
“I said get on the bed. All fours. Ass to me.”
I try to tug free. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Suddenly not in the mood?” he asks, taking both my arms now and backing me into the wall. “You were in the mood earlier,” he says, shoving me roughly against it.
“Stop.”
He lifts me up, lifts one thigh over his waist and impales me on his cock.
The roses embossed on the wallpaper press their pattern into my back.
“You were in the mood to fuck my brother but not me?” He thrusts again. He has one hand around my hip, digging fingers into my skin, and with the other, he’s holding my wrist to the wall above my head while I cling to him with my free arm.
“You told him to fuck me. You said you wanted to watch.”
“And you got off on it, just like you’ll get off now. Because your pussy’s wet enough.” His eyes are locked on mine as he thrusts in fast and hard and deep.
“What’s your problem?” I ask through shortened breaths while I cling to him. “You want it, you want to watch me get fucked by him, you set some ridiculous rule that I can’t come. You even give him permission to punish me. What does that even mean?”
“Shut up, Helena.”
“No, Sebastian, because if you own me, you own this too. You own what happens to me.”
“I said shut up.”
He tries to kiss my mouth, but I turn my face away and he ends up mashing his mouth against my cheek.
“You know what I think?” I start.
He releases my wrist and grips my jaw instead, makes me look at him.
“What do you think?”
I can hear us, hear the wet sounds of fucking, my resolve fading.
I’m going to come soon.
Anger transforms into sadness that settles inside my belly.
“I think there’s something wrong with us Willow Girls,” I say quietly.
He shifts his grip to cup my ass and, with his cock still deep inside me, he carries me to the bed and lays me down. He stands at the edge of it and pushes my knees up to fuck me deep, bringing his face close to mine.
“What’s wrong with you Willow Girls?” he asks.
I’m clinging to him, my hands on his shoulders and neck. I dig my nails into his skin, into his scar. He winces. I know it hurts him, but I also know he gets off on it.
“That we want it. Like this. That I want you. Still. After everything, I want you.”
He kisses my mouth and I open to him and I feel my fingernails break skin, feel the warmth of blood on my fingertips.
“Fuck, Helena.”
“I think we all have this sickness. The Willow Girl sickness.”
He draws back a little and I wrap my hand around the back of his head and pull him closer, kiss him hard, use my teeth. His cock grows thicker inside me.
He shoves my legs wider and I fist his short hair, tug to hurt because I’m coming. I’m coming again, and he feels me and he’s watching me.
We’re both sick, I guess. Our families are sick.
He fists a handful of my hair and forces me to look at him and I hear myself moan, and his cock feels so good.
I ride the orgasm to its last, and he’s still fucking me, still watching me.
“No matter what,” I say, taking his final thrusts as he begins to throb inside me, filling me up, bruising me inside and out. “No matter what, we want the Scafoni bastards.”