Part 3 of 3

It seems like an entire millennia has passed when it was only mere seconds. The two of you have oddly remained quiet after the unexpected confession from both parties, so it was only now that you and Kathryn can't talk? I don't think I would have been able to form a single coherent sentence if someone had caught me staring at the two of you with such fixed fascination. My palms have begun to sweat and I don't think I can quit clenching the rosary in my hands, do you think that if I throw it at you, you would melt along with that sick and perverse yet true love you claim to have for her?

Her soft hair brushes against your jaw slowly as she gives another one of those secret, nefarious smiles of hers while she keeps her head bowed down so that you won't be able to see how much you've made her happy. You seem contented with the silence and your blue eyes seem to glimmer in its own sea of thoughts while you almost absentmindedly kiss her right temple. Kathryn looks up at you and with the slightest curve on her lips, she responds by kissing your cheek, her hand bringing itself up to curl her fingers slightly in your dark blond locks. I don't think I have ever seen you that happy, even when we didn't have problems.

After she pulls away, you both look at each other without blinking while having one of those conversations through silence. I've seen you do that with her before, and even then it awed me slightly how you could exchange a mere glance with Kathryn and a smirk would already appear on your lips even though it was only a few seconds of eye contact.

As though you were tired of the peaceful moment, the lust overcomes you and you grab the back of her neck just as she pulled away. Kathryn seems to have expected this because I can see a slight grin just before your mouths met, and just like that, it was a fusion of fire and ice that filled the entire room with ice blue flames invisible to the naked eye yet felt by those present. Whatever tenderness you both expressed earlier is gone; the hesitation was gone as well. Now knowing where you stand and realizing that it was a discovery you had wanted to unravel in the first place, it seemed as though every fiber in both your bodies longed to be joined with the other in every sense of word.

I should leave.

Your hand cups her breast and I remember painfully that you had done the same thing to me last night. As she gives a slight moan of encouragement, your kisses trail down her jaw just as she allowed herself to be laid down on the sofa.

"My… date." She gasps just as your mouth puckers around what I assumed to be her nipple through the fabric of her clothing.

I should really leave. I am becoming a fucking pervert. But I can't. I'm too fascinated to see you act this way. I used to think you were incapable of it, now I realize that you were only incapable of it with me.

"Don't go then." You answer with a slight groan of your own when she begins to grind her hips against yours. "Stay with me."

"Oh, Sebastian. You're so possessive…" she murmurs teasingly and you retaliate by slipping your hand between her thighs.

You smile slowly just as she lets out another gasp, "But I have a right to be. You're mine now; I do hope you realize that."

"I wasn't aware I had given you consent to own me."

Her tone was mildly teasing but you can tell that there's still a threatening undertone to it. She might have admitted something you never thought she would, but with a girl, no, woman like Kathryn, it was utterly impossible for her to be owned. People like her were never owned, they were too strong willed and independent. Just like you, Sebastian. Two of a kind, right? I wonder how two people who adamantly refuse to being owned could belong with each other. What would they then share if they refuse to give themselves wholly to this strange emotion that overpowered them both?

You knew then to tread on the thin ice very, very lightly. With just one word, one gesticulation, you could provoke her. Kathryn's masks are slowly being uncovered before me, and while this came as an initial surprise, I had enough sense to realize that she was your equal in every sense and every manner there was. Her temper could make the strongest person weep in mercy.

"Yes, but I'm a very effective man in the art of persuasion."

Your boldness is admirable and painful because of how I feel about you.

She grabs your shoulders and tangles her fingers in your hair, giving it a slight tug that sends you groaning in pleasure and in pain. You're probably at that place right now, well guess what, Sebastian. I've been in the latter for what seems like forever. How can you do this to me?

"In the art of seduction, you mean." Those perfect lips whisper ever so quietly it could have been mistaken for innocence had it not been for the mere glint in those serpent jade eyes.

You smile, "But that's more of your department, wouldn't you say?"

She is indeed a woman of infinite possibilities. Though your intimate parts are thankfully spared from my view, it didn't take long for me to realize that her small hand had reached down and apparently inserted your burgeoning erection into her. I swallow thickly and know that I've gone in too deep to not be disturbed and yet twisted and invariably aroused at two individuals so devious and the masters of their own trade to indulge in their own games. You give a little groan but stay still because this is another part of your game. She's not moving and neither are you, though you both obviously want your release.

"I can share." Kathryn replies, turning your positions so quickly so that she straddles you. You watch her as if she was your fixation. Aside from the change in places, she still remains impaled on you, never moving.

You run your hand through her brown hair in an almost doting fashion, looking adorably puzzled. You never did that to me. You never ran your hand through my tresses gently.

"But you hate sharing."

"Yes, I realize that but…" Kathryn looks over her shoulder and I freeze in place, my heart beating wildly. Does she know I'm here?

Apparently she doesn't. She looks back at you and you procure all her attention, and you prefer it that way.

"…I can… try." She said the last word as though it pained her to, and there's a moment of hesitance on both your parts and suddenly it seems as if she wasn't referring to the concept of sharing anymore.

"Of course you can." You start leaving kisses on her chest, teasing in your own fashion by avoiding her breasts. Kathryn moans her approval and her hips gyrate almost against her will, back and forth against you. Your blue eyes, the same ones I've commented were similar to the color of the sky when a storm was coming, a dark and dangerous blue hue that was filled with ominous atmospheres and such, close and both your hands rest on the small of her back comfortably. "But will you?"

"Mmm…" Her head rests on your shoulder while she continues her pleasurable movements, "Will I try?"

There was a low growl in your throat. I can see the restraint in your contorted face to not go faster, but you know somehow that in this round, she needed to be the one in control. It was like she was grasping for some form of proof that whatever it was that was happening with regard to how she felt for you was worth it. She needed to know that you would stay with her, that this connection between two selfish people was not doomed after all.

"Yes. I would really… ah… like it if you…fuck… would."

I wonder. I wonder if she would. I wonder if you know what you're doing; loving a woman who is incapable of such despite what she's told you. If this is her nature, to deceive people into thinking that she is perfect when in fact her edges are so sharp it would slice clean through and leave you bleeding should you cross her path, then what makes you think she's not deceiving you? What makes you think that she isn't doing this out of amusement, and that she isn't just trying to monopolize you because she wanted to know if she could? What if she was just looking to see how far you would bend until you snap in two? Have you ever thought of that? Of course not, because so consumed are you by your lust for her that you fail to see that you're eagerly crawling into a hole she's digging for you.

She raises her hips until you are almost withdrawn from her. The sight of your penis connected barely covered and glistening with her fluids is one that makes me look away.

"Fuck me and find out."

She had unbound your chains with those insinuating words and the fire in your own gaze burned and burned while you drove into her, heeding her words of fasterharderdeeper. It was all jumbled into one half scream of hoarse passion and there will surely be marks on your bodies. God knows it will leave a mark on my soul. By then I couldn't bear to look and yet I couldn't get myself to leave. Each groan, each sound of skin hitting skin was like being welted by an invisible whip on my already scraped raw heart. I lean against the wall obscuring us from seeing each other and cling on to my rosary, having to muffle my sniffles because of the tears that are flowing endlessly down my cheeks.

I am torturing myself like a martyr, thinking that maybe if I collected enough material of your transgression, I will be cured of my love for you. So I sit through it the entire time, sinking down to my knees.

"Harder!" she yelled.

The rhythm did indeed become faster and I can hear you both kissing, barely hearing that gasp for air while you almost devoured each other. I wish you would. Then you would be gone from my life and I wouldn't have to see the two of you again.

"I'm close, baby." You gasp and I turn my head. Oh, God, she was your baby now? You never even called me that even when you weren't distant!

I can't help it. I look at you. I want to know the expression on your face when you said that, I want to see if you're doing it so that she would comply to you just like you probably said it to your other conquests to get what you want. That's what I want to see.

You repeat that phrase again, this time punctuating the last word by pressing your cheek against hers with your mouth open and your eyes shut tightly as you slid in and out of her in that frenzied passion.

That wasn't what I saw. I saw that you meant it.

Her nails had been running down your back but when you say it to her again, her hands slide down and squeeze the firm globes of your bottom and she tells you in that same tone of voice you used earlier.

"Go slow, then." She paused, slightly perspiring. "Make it last."

And you did. You angled your thrusts with such finesse, pausing every once in a while to make love to her mouth with your lips and your tongue. She responds each time and even wants more, her fingers cup the back of your neck and pulls you closer, never getting enough. Her thirst is as insatiable as yours but you fulfill each other's the way nobody else can.

You were in the middle of sucking on her bottom lip when your entire body goes rigid and you shake and shake slightly in her arms before you cry out her name and arrive on the flights of heaven and nirvana, or whatever it means to you atheists since you never believed in God and I'm guessing your stepsister is the same. A minute later, so attuned is her body to yours that she seems to follow; only she doesn't cry out your name. She gives a scream and bites down her lip so hard in her bliss I thought she was going to bleed.

"Love you, Kathryn. The fuck I know why, but I do." You kiss her neck and allow her to settle beside you. It's no wonder you've both landed on the thick Persian carpet in the midst of your coupling. She remains silent, almost contemplative while she seems to ignore the fact that you're both on the floor now. She smiles to herself as your lips brush against her skin lightly, pausing to kiss you once in a while.

"You're insane then."

"For what?"

"For loving me."

"I've never been one for rationalities." You turn and give her the biggest hug, the kind that you've never given to any of your conquests and most especially not to me. Your arms go around her body, protecting her in an almost caring manner. Oh, God.

You pull her into your arms and hold on for as long as you can and she lets you. In fact, she even moves closer to you, still being her silent self.

"Tell me you'll try." You whisper in her ear. I almost didn't hear it.

"I don't take risks without knowing that I'll win." She replies in earnest, looking up at you with those large unblinking eyes of hers.

"Make an exception. Sometimes your personal rules are entitled to one."

Kathryn frowns, "Persuade me."

You grin cockily, "Again?"

"Not with sex."

This befuddles you and you pull back, "How?"

She doesn't answer and you don't talk, it's obvious she wants you to figure it out on your own and you're searching your intellectual mind for something to retort but for once you find none. Her logic is mind boggling and full of holes you can't seal.

I can't take anymore. I turn and flee, never stopping when I hear something clatter on the floor. I run and run until I can't breathe and the tears of heartbreak, shame, and disgust overcome me.

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How indeed? How do you think it ended? Do you think it ended with a happily ever after? Ever afters aren't for people who only reveal themselves in secrecy. When a relationship is based on deceit, it crumbles before it even has a chance to flourish, but then again, you always did like a challenge, didn't you?

I don't speak to you after what I've seen and you don't even care. You go back to your womanizing ways as if you had never broken my heart and as if I had never seen you with Kathryn. Your reputation once again precedes you and with that boyish charm and your blond haired blue eyed angel from the lower depths of hell good looks, you manage to bed girls and attractive women alike. Soon the halls are once again loud with gossip bearing your name and I cringe every time I hear it, knowing it was probably true. People ask me what happened to us, I smile painfully and be as polite and civil as possible, saying it would have never worked out because of your nature.

I didn't tell them it was because you were fucking your stepsister. It shamed me to remember that I had watched and it would shame you and her as well. I had grown cautious of Kathryn now, knowing what she was capable of and I steered clear of her.

Of course, although you were back to your old ways, I can see the frayed patches of that blanket you've thrown over everyone else's eyes. I see how you would sometimes sit with Kathryn and her friends at lunch, always beside her and with your girlfriend of the week. Kathryn would glance at you sideways and you would look silently back, the corner of your mouth that faced her turning up always.

You would participate with the conversation, but it was mostly shallow yet you indulged in it anyway. You hate shallow talk, which is very ironic because your conquest indulging is indeed an act based on good looks. Sometimes she would have her boyfriend with her and he would grope her under the table while your nostrils would flare slightly and your fist would clench. Kathryn knows it and she gets off at your jealousy.

It's a game between you two. She asked you to persuade her, yet you want her to give you what you ask for without the need for it. You hit each other with the emotion of jealousy, willing the other to break through… To make the first step and to try to make something of what should have been nothing.

At times Kathryn goes too far and she allows the man groping her to kiss her right in front of you and you grow angry. The incensed state is far too great and you calmly excuse yourself and leave without expecting an answer from your current girlfriend, who will then become confused at your sudden change in mood.

I've always wondered where you went and what happened every time this occurred. One time I was walking from class and I saw you stomp into the empty auditorium, your blond eyebrows glaring at empty space and your jaw set tightly. I love you still, do you know that? So I follow you into it after minutes of hesitance only to duck behind a row of chairs when I realize that I am followed by another person.

This is a peculiar sense of déjà vu. But I take it, knowing that it is a chance to get another glimpse of your complexities. It is indeed fascinating despite my emotional attachment to you. I had no idea this was to be the last straw for you.

"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" You demand, kicking the nearest chair in frustration. "Every fucking time, Kathryn! What do you want from me? A signed contract written in blood?"

Kathryn crosses the room with such ease, chuckling faintly at your irritation.

"You find it funny? You find it amusing? I'm in love with you and I hate it! Do you know why? Do you fucking want to know why? Because every fucking debutante I fuck doesn't compare to you!"

"I think you're getting too worked up over—"

"Quiet!" you snap, getting riled up now. "I'm sick of it, Kathryn. Ever since you said I had to persuade you, I've been wracking my mind of things to do or to say to you to make you want to just fucking try! You say you don't like taking risks when you don't know if you're going to win? Fuck you. You've already won. You have me, you're in me. You're in every woman I encounter, I just—"

"I look at you wasting yourself on those losers who will never even be able to keep up with you in every way possible, and I get angry. Sometimes I keep it in, but then when things like that happen, when he starts blatantly showing his lust to you, I realize that he doesn't deserve you because I do. I'm the only one who fucking does and call it arrogant if you'd like, but I don't care. I know I can and will make you happy. It won't be easy, but it won't be hard either. I see us and I want to try, to just… try. I want you, every inch, every sin, every part or your sick and twisted personality. I don't want to pursue those other conquests anymore, they mean nothing to me. They're just so I could fill the spaces your denial of my request has placed. But it disappears quickly and seeing you amuse yourself with other men put more and more spaces to fill. But you know what, that's how I fucking feel. I'm tired of this game, you want to try? You want to back the fuck out? Let me know. It's now or never, Kathryn. You wear me out sometimes, I can't do this anymore."

She places a hand on your chest, perhaps to feel the loud beating of your heart. It's probably beating so fast right now.

"Calm down, Sebastian."

You grab her wrist and wrench it away, "I'm tired, Kathryn. You've won. If this is your way of rejecting me, then fine. Be brave enough to say it to my face."

She remains undaunted by your anger like a woman standing firm in the face of an impending tornado. Kathryn looks astonished at your answer and she tucks her hair behind her ears to try to formulate a suitable reply.

"You think this is a game to me, Valmont?"

"Of course it is. Everything's a game to you." You snarl bitterly, averting your eyes from her.

She moves so you are facing her and once again, it is a silent battle while you stare at each other. It's a while before she speaks. "Is it a game to you?"

You don't take long to give your answer because you know immediately what it is to reply. "No. No I don't think so. It stopped being a game to me when I stopped wanting to have you and started wanting to deserve you."

I gasp at the sincerity and confidence in your tone.

She is clearly taken aback as well, but something inside of her stirs and once again, her annoyance and indifference are removed. It started out slow, but her lips curve and part until she is flashing a brilliant smile she gives only to you.

"Is that a line you often use?"

You scowled, "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I bare myself like this to every girl just to get her into bed? Do you think I tell her that I love her time and again; do you fucking think I get fucking jealous when I see one of my conquests with another man? I don't give a damn if they screw every human being with a fucking penis as long as I'm done with them! Do you fucking think that I would even allow them to perplex me to no end the way only you do? Are you fucking cra—"

Kathryn does something indeed crazy.

Her petite form launches itself at you until you stumble backwards and wrap your arms around her, I think her purpose was to knock the wind out of you to stop talking and it does. She swallows the curse you were about to say in your moment of surprise with a single kiss that are accepting, affectionate and passionate. You give in after a bit of hesitance, and soon you pull her tighter against you until you both had to gasp for air.

"Silly rabbit." She murmurs affectionately, twisting your curls with her finger. "That was what I was waiting for."

Your jaw hangs open, "Are you serious? That was it? No grand gesture of love and all that crap? Fuck! Do you realize that I even toyed with the fucking thought of calling the fucking flower shop to buy out their entire stock and have it delivered to school so you would at least get a fucking clue about how serious I was? You tortured me, you crazy bitch."

"And now, I'll keep on torturing you because you're stuck with me now."

"Why haven't I expected anything less? For weeks I've gone crazy thinking, what do I fucking have to do? Now you say, you just say after all I've said, after all that disgustingly sentimental yet honest phrases, that you'll just keep on—"

You stop and she raises her eyebrows, nodding slowly and smirking while the realization dawns on you.

"Did you… Did you just…" You stutter, "Say yes?"

"Yes."

"Fuck." You curse almost venerably before stopping and just gaping at her, looking so trusting and pliant in your arms.

"I'd say yes, but I have class." She kisses the corner of your mouth, "I'll see you later?"

You kissed her, your anger now replaced with that hope that had been hidden in your smooth veneer.

"Okay."

So that it won't look suspicious for her to leave an empty auditorium especially with her stepbrother, looking beautifully flushed and thoroughly kissed, Kathryn heads out first. You run a hand through your hair, still surprised but happy at what had happened. There's that dazed look again, it was the same one you had when she gave you a way to her. Slowly, she grows smaller and smaller from your view but you don't stop staring at her with that stunned smile on your face. As she stands in front of the door, she turns around and faces you.

"Sebastian?"

"Yes?"

"Dump the slut, okay?"

"I will if you dump the moron jock."

She narrowed her emerald eyes, looking at you before finally shrugging her small shoulders. "Okay."

"Fine."

Kathryn smirked, "Great."

"I love you, you know."

She sighed like she had the biggest burdens in life, "I know. I love you, too."

Sometimes I think she said it only to watch your eyes grow wider and wider, sometimes I think she said it to catch you off guard because she always seemed to want to do that to you. Either way, she laughs at your gob smacked expression and before you can form a coherent sentence, she slips out of the auditorium and leaves you in the darkness.

You stay there for half an hour in silence. I don't know what you're thinking because although I could read you to some extent, I will never fully understand you. I manage to get out after you leave and I feel that sense of heaviness for the rest of the day. I am filled with bitterness and jealousy; you have tainted me, Sebastian. Please make it better.

You don't. You never will.

As luck would have it, I seem to want to be tortured because then I run into the two of you on your way to your Jag. I could only utter a surprised 'Oh' as my books fall from my arms and I look like a blithering loser in front of the very people I had secretly watched. You, perhaps because of your good mood, pick up my books and hand them back to me while Kathryn watches stoically while her hand slips into her purse to take something.

"Be more careful next time." You drawl in that arrogant, deep voice of yours. "Not all men are as nice as me."

Nice? I rage inwardly, you call yourself nice? Do you have any idea what you've done to me?

You place a palm on her lower back, trying to lead her to your car but she doesn't move. Instead there's a sweet, angelic smile on her lips and she turns to me.

Kathryn's smile, although nice and innocent, was in reality very charming and scary the way a snake moves before it's about to strike. She places her smooth hand in mine and discreetly drops something on my palm. I feel the rosary I had meant to give her press against my skin with a sickening thud in my heart.

"You left this." She breathes innocently since we are surrounded by the public.

You look at her fondly, never even acknowledging me anymore.

But then she leans forward and says a single word through my ear that makes me hang my head in shame and a fierce blush spread through my cheeks. I could hear her saying it again and again even as I watch the expensive car drive away.

"Voyeur."

And now look at me, blushing horribly, jaded and tainted by a promise of a love that was never there to begin with. This is what happens when you bear witness to what happens behind closed doors.

Sorry I'm so effing sleepy that I only have time to address one person.

Katie: Yes, I'd like that review reply. NOW. Just kidding, but when you can though. Lol