Violet

It had been mere moments since the wingbeats of climax had ebbed but it felt like forever had passed before Bryan finally opened his eyes again. Upon doing so, he was struck with a heavy sense of belligerent spite despite the orgasm he had experienced being one of the most consuming he’d ever had. ‘Che. To have stabbed his throbbing prick into one of Taissa’s accommodating crevices would have been a far preferable way to have spent it but, ultimately, that option was infeasible. Maybe another time, Bryan told himself, shifting from his defeated slouch against the stone to a groggy stand.

    He had an edge now, a seriously precarious one at that, the sort of edge that would lay waste to someone as famous as “Migi Kukla” if word ever got out about her incestuous achievements with her equally-renowned brother. It wasn’t beyond Bryan to use such barbaric advantages when he so deemed it convenient to do so either. Thinking of such things brought him an inexpressible level of ungodly delight. Just to watch their little hearts shatter like glass behind the confines of their ribcage, or observing firsthand the light dwindle from their eyes to nothing. The sadism was worth it.

    Fuck, his Beyblading career could vouch for that.

    Bryan wiped his sticky fingers against the leg of his jeans with a frangible grimace and glanced back around at the lattice. Still concealed from the sibling’s line of sight as he busied his hands on tidying his appearance, he noted they were still going at it. Tala’s lithe yet virile frame still situated between the long, lissom legs of the younger girl, driving her to the verge of her own earth-shattering finale with each vicious pounding. A subtle threat toward her would be sure enough to persuade her to his whim, to see his threat through would mean to ruin Tala, and Tala in turn meant all of Blitzkrieg’s careers, his included. It would be a monumental domino effect given that the general public liked to paint all those by association with the same brush when it came to “celebutante” scandals. Eh. Taissa didn’t need to know he wasn’t going to implement it, now did she.

    Bryan smiled that same mirthless, knowing smile, the one that played in the very crook of his mouth, transient and unsettling. Lucya had said on more than one occurrence he was an inconsiderate bastard who played dirty. She wasn’t wrong. He always took it as a compliment to his rather dysfunctional character.

    Eyes lingered for one long moment on the nauseatingly erotic scene still transpiring mere feet away from his hiding place. He imprinted every minuscule detail of this moment upon his memory for later. Maybe Lucya herself would like to know that her Mister Perfect wasn’t so fucking perfect. That, in fact, he had a myriad of sordid issues hidden. Oh the thought of what her face would look like upon hearing such horror stories was to die for. But no, he decided, fuck them. Bryan was still best at doing what he did best. Caring for himself first and foremost. This was their problem and their fuck up. Let them fuck things up between them.

    Little did he know.