Carnal Sacrifice by Angelika Helsing Read Free Book Online

didn’t know what was going on out there, late at night with the windows steamed over and the faint creaking of the suspension. Kenny found her morosely wandering the garden one night. Amid crickets chirruping and the light pleasing music of a fountain, he kissed her.
    At first she didn’t respond. Thoughts of Jaden and the girl oozed thickly through her brain. Then she was the girl instead of shy, intensely private Delaney Jones. And the girl put her lips up to receive Jaden’s kiss.
    He’d pulled her into the gazebo then and, with the voracity of the very young, stripped off her T-shirt, her shorts, her panties, while she lay docile as a kitten. He tore a condom from its wrapper with clumsy hands, and then proceeded to deflower her with none of the preliminaries that even she, in her innocence, had reason to expect. She’d hung tight to the fantasy of Jaden rocking between her thighs, but reality hurt. And it wasn’t Jaden.
    With a cry, Kenny stopped thrusting. Sweat sheeted his chest. Was this what all the songs were about? What Jaden’s girlfriend rushed him out to her car for?
    Then she heard someone running. With a whimper of panic, she pushed Kenny away and clutched her T-shirt against her. Jaden stormed up the gazebo steps, his face a mask of rage.
    Grabbing Kenny by the shoulder, he spun him around. “What the fuck are you doing to my sister?”
    “Hey, man. Take it easy.”
    “You take it easy!”
    Kenny didn’t meet Jaden’s accusing eyes as he zipped up. “Seriously, dude. Calm down.”
    “I told you, Kenny. I told you a thousand fucking times. Stay the hell away from my sister.”
    “It’s not like she wasn’t into it, man. I didn’t, you know, force her.”
    “Please, Jaden,” she begged.
    Reason seemed to return to him, his rage hardening into something softer. “Get your shit,” he told Kenny. “Then get out.”
    Without arguing, Kenny scrambled for his shirt before disappearing into the night.
    She sat motionless. Somewhere in the darkness, an owl hooted. The moon hung pale in the Southern sky.
    Jaden made no attempt to look away. Slowly, his gaze started at her legs and moved up to where the T-shirt barely covered her. He seemed unable to help it, angry, maybe at her, maybe at himself.
    Delaney’s heart was pounding. She felt drugged somehow, waiting for him to awaken her. A warm breeze lifted strands of his hair. He was transfixed, harshly breathing, and without knowing what might happen, she dropped the T-shirt on the floor beside her and parted her knees. The scent of blood from her deflowering spiraled up.
    She could almost feel his eyes burning into her. He made an anguished sound deep in his throat.
    “Damn you,” he whispered.
    Tears sprang up behind her lids. Fiercely, she slid all the way down to the gazebo floor in clear invitation. She didn’t care what happened, didn’t care that it was wrong. All the passion and thwarted longing of the last two years made caring impossible.
    He dropped to his knees in front of her, peeling off his shirt, unbuckling his belt. That she’d just been with Kenny didn’t matter. It was as though Kenny had never existed. It was all Jaden. It had always been Jaden.
    He took his jeans off, and then kissed her outstretched foot. His hands traveled the length of her leg, searing a trail where they went. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes like a priest capitulating to sin. She was the one who wrapped her hand around his straining erection, who positioned him, who arched her back when he entered her. Jaden was easily twice Kenny’s size. The pain took her breath away, but it was also unbearably erotic.
    He lengthened his strokes, watching her with single-minded intensity. She marveled that it was Jaden who held her, who made her whole again. It was as though everything made sense now—why she was here, what she was made for.
    Heat gathered deep, friction and heat. It seemed he could tell to the second when pleasure outweighed her pain, when