The Bitter End (5 page)

“Fucking do it you cunt,
” I said as I stared at him and he fucked me harder.

“Is that it? This is what all the talk was about? Seriously you fucking bore me to death
, Ryan!” I yelled at him as he growled at me and jerked me from the counter. He pulled his cock from me and flipped me to face away from him. He then pulled me down on his cock as hard as he could into my pussy, all of my muscles tightened up and my eyes rolled a bit as it hurt and felt incredible all at the same time. He had no compassion, none that I could find in this arena and I had none either so to have two people clash in this way was a test of will each and every time we fucked, which was as often as possible. I started to laugh and let my head fall down as he fucked me better than anyone ever had before, including him, but I was not going to give him the pleasure of knowing that, why would I? I pulled from him and the game would begin again.

“I have a $100
in my purse, take it and leave,” I said to him and he stood there with his beautiful cock erect. In any other instance I would drop to my knees and suck him off but not Ryan. I do this often with him. I let him fuck me until he almost comes and then I stop him and treat him like a dog. In fact we had been fucking for a month now and I never once let him come. I took as much pleasure in it as I could and suffered for it also. I would have to finger myself to orgasm after he left but I did not care. I had so much hatred for my Father which spilled over into everything now. Miko was just now starting to show and I hated her even more in her cute designer maternity clothes…fucking mail order bride.

Ryan did what he normally did and started to stroke his shaft, head down as I watched
him and I laughed. He would come and I would make him clean it up. Sound cruel? Well, I guess that it is but he loves it so we each get what we want. He hissed as his body trembled slightly.

“Do it, make yourself come,
” I said and with that he did as he moaned slightly. I walked over and grabbed a towel and then threw it at him. It hit the floor and I walked out not unlike I had done many times before with him, here, in my bedroom, the roof…restaurants. You would think for just a month of fucking we would have less to think back on as far as “memories” go but we had been very busy.

The buzzer rang and I slipped my robe on with my nipples still hard and showing through it slightly. I stepped up to the door and pressed the button to the video screen and saw Holland standing there. I smiled.

“Let her in, Carson.”

“As you wish Miss Beth,
” my A.I. replied to me from somewhere in the computer mainframe. I have to laugh that the closest person to me is a fucking made up one my Father created to protect me here.

I walked away from the
door and picked up a cigarette. I had never smoked before, but with the news of Miko’s pregnancy I had taken it up and I will not lie and say it is not disgusting because it is. Father hated it with Mother and he hates it with Miko, who is still trying to sneak them in even though she carries the future king. I lit mine up and Holland stepped in as I turned to her and grinned.

“Well,” s
he said as she raised an eyebrow then Ryan stepped out of the bathroom and buttoned up his shirt as she stared at him.

“You could have said you were busy
, Beth.”

“With what?” I asked her without even looking at him.

“Ryan,” she said as she looked at him and he nodded to her.

“Holland.”

She looked back at me and her eyes widened like she wanted me to just spill it and tell her everything about this but I wasn’t even interested. Holland had not caught us fucking yet so I guess she is in shock or something which is new for her. I mean we fuck whom we want to when we want too and just because it is Ryan Blackwood means nothing.

“I stopped by to see if you got your invitation yet.”

“To what?” I asked her as Ryan walked to my kitchen and Carson turned the lights on for him which pisses me off. How an A.I. can honestly become attached to someone is beyond me but it seemed that Carson liked him as odd as that sounds.

“Shower.”

“What?” I said as I looked at her and she walked up with an elaborate invitation in her hand. I took it and flipped the card to see that the writing was gold, real no doubt, and I narrowed my eyes and read it.

“Fucking kidding me,
” I said as I lowered it and stared at Holland.

“She is having a party, biggest one this year seems like and it is a masquerade ball. Strange for a baby shower but then again she is fucking weird anyway.”

“She is treating this like it is a graduation or some shit.”

“Well she is,
” Ryan said as he walked back in and looked at me.

I rolled my eyes and looked at him.

“Money…purse,” I said and he laughed and walked to the couch and sat down as my eyes followed him with distain.

“What do you mean?” Holland asked him as she followed him to the couch and sat down to close to him, pulling her legs up and acting all
coy. I sat down on the large matching leather couch across from them and looked upward.

“Carson, light.”

The room lit up as Carson opened the ceiling up and exposed the skylight to heaven as I called it. I mean you look straight up into the atmosphere at this height. I looked at Ryan and waved my hand.

“Well?” I asked him and he smiled and looked up at the light raining down on us and I saw his bruises on his neck and so did Holland. She looked at me and smiled pointing at him and I shook my head ‘no’.

“She is moving up. I mean she was the order in pussy, now she will be locked in, with this kid.”

I laughed and then stopped as he adjusted his dick in his pants and I caught myself looking. I cleared my throat.

“So you are saying she is getting a promotion.”

“Yes, just like that.” He added and I sighed.

“Nice…real fucking nice.”

“Very insightful Ryan.”

I looked at Holland and narrowed my eyes. She looked at me mouthing “what?” and I rolled my eyes at her.

“Anyway, so when is this bullshit?” I asked. I had read the card and stopped after the “celebrating the arrival” crap.

“This Saturday,” she said and I stopped breathing for a second.

“This Saturday? Why so fucking soon? And where is my invitation?” I added and Holland leaned back and shrugged her shoulders at me.

****

I sat in my Father
’s study, not unlike I had on many occasions before. When I was growing up this is where he would talk to me about shit. Be it school, or whatever. He often started with “You know Bethany, with your obligations to this family lineage” and end with “your mother would be disappointed if she would remain sober for more than a day.” I hated when he tried to make me feel so small with so much to prove to him. I got it. I was not the boy he wanted. I was the one child who survived a horrible mess of a marriage and an evil union he held onto to for no other reason than to torture my mother and maybe me too. He hates women, all of them I do believe. He always treated me with distain and he ignored Mother most days. He paid attention to the staff who he had dress like porn stars in French maid outfits and their cries would ring out as he fucked them in the large house we called home. Home…what a fucking joke.

The door opened and a woman walked in, not dressed like a whore as I was used to as I grew up, she was dressed in all black as if a funeral was coming.
The dress was buttoned up to the neck and she had a white lace collar on. Her shoes were flat and black as well as the hose she wore. She was still young and pretty, but her red hair was pulled back tightly in a bun and she looked as if she had little to no make-up on. Since Miko moved in, no woman was allowed to pretty herself up on the staff, and that was one thing I thought was funny about her. How ironic seeing she was fucking my Father before Mother died and found it necessary to protect her nest. Fucking insanity.

I watched as she poured me some hot green tea and dropped
a mint leaf into it. It was my mother’s favorite and still a staple in the house as if a left over reminder of her passing. A ghost, as she was the last few years she was here. I held my hand up as she started to place a sugar cube into the cup and she stopped and turned as Miko entered, two dogs following her quickly and she held one in her arms. All white shih tzus, and all annoying as shit. They hated me and I hated them, the little nasty fuckers. She stopped and turned back, staring at the maid, who lowered her head and left us without Miko having to say a word. She is a cunt, the biggest one I had ever known. She had mastered it not unlike my Father had mastered being a sadist.

“Bethany,” s
he said as she sat down and the dogs growled at me.

Miko clicked her tongue and the two at her side sat down and looked at her as she smiled at them. She started to pet the one in her arms and then looked at me as the smile faded.

“Miko,” I said and she tilted her head.

“You need money I would assume?” she said and I sighed and leaned back in the large leather chair
. I swear every piece of fucking furniture in this house is too big. Meant to intimidate and scare people, or maybe it is an extension of my Father’s dick. Who knows.

“I have an account of my own,
” I said and she leaned back and petted her dog.

“Oh yes, an endless supply of play money. It must be nice to h
ave everything handed to you from birth.”

I sighed and decided to not
take her bait. She loves to reel me in, fluff my feathers and then try to harm me. I am not giving a shit about it today. I am here on another mission.

“Is Father home?” I asked her and she grinned and leaned up, looking at her nails, which were too long in my opinion. Nails like that are meant for one thing…skinning babies and eating them. I
n fact the idea of her being a mother is ridiculous.”

“He is out, I am here. What do you need from him
, Beth?” she asked me and I raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing. I was just saying hello.”

She laughed and it echoed. She quickly covered her mouth and looked at me.

“Hello?” she added and it did sound ridiculous and it was also a lie.

“Well, I mean that and I wanted to know about this Saturday.”

“Oh, well.”

She stood up and dropped the dog to the floor as it yelped. I watched it limp to the other two and felt sorry for it. She would surely drop my future brother, or sister on its head rendering it useless. Great. She walked to the large desk and tapped her fingers on it then picked up an envelope and walked back to me, holding it out to me and grinning.

“It seems your invita
tion was not sent out yet. Pity,” she said and I smiled and jerked it from her pale fingers.

“Holland told me, she received hers.”

“I simply have to clean up the staffing here. It seems we have some who have no business serving your Father’s needs.”

“I will be here,
” I said as I stood up and she watched me walk to the large wooden doors.

“You will be such a lovely sister, no kiss for Mommy?
” she said as I stopped at the door and then quickly left with that haunting thought lingering in my mind.

****

I cried in the car for a while as the driver sat there in front of my Father’s large home. I finally caught my breath and lowered the electronic barrier between us.

“Home, Miss
Beth?”

“No. I want to…I need to shop. Downtown
, please,” I said and I hit the button as the black window between us rose and he disappeared. I pulled my phone out and sighed as I pressed the number that was now my drug.

“Beth.”

“I will be downtown at Saks in 45 minutes.”

“And?” Ryan said.

“Be there or not, I don’t fucking care.”

I pressed the button on my phone and knew he would be
there, he always came when I called him no matter what he was doing or where…or who. How lucky and utterly pathetic.

“Move your fucking hand.” I growled as Ryan tried to steady me against the wall in the dressing room. The girl outside the door tapped on it lightly and leaned in as she heard some banging noises.

“Can I assist you with anything?
”

“Fucking
off!” I said as Ryan pushed upward and I could feel his hard cock inside of me. There has to come a point where this will become old, as people have with me before. The only person who had survived this long in my world is Holland and she serves many purposes. Friend, easy lay, club buddy. You name it she is my go to bitch but Ryan? Ryan is a revenge fuck. He is all of the aggression I have had built up in me forever and I get to treat him like shit and he fucks me better than anyone has ever come close to doing it. In fact he is the best but he will NEVER hear that from me. With his ego, which I have to assume is why he lingers with me, he will never leave. I am prey to him and until he breaks me (of which he will never do), he will try to stay. My game is to break him, hear the words ‘I love you’ and then cut the rope. Don’t think I am a cunt, well…I am I guess but trust me Ryan is too.