Claimed By The Lawrence Brothers

Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

So for weeks, we'd done this getting close. I'm enjoying it. He's nice. We go out on dates and shower me with gifts. He holds me caresses me. It's like he loves me. This is something I've never felt before. I'm not sure how I should handle it, only because I have a mission to complete. He eventually took me to his home. Oh, it's huge. Well, it's huge compared to my tiny flat anyway, especially with the few acres of land that's surrounding it. Another bonus, he told me she lives with him too, which makes this a lot easier. Now though, I need him to ask me to move in. I need him to want me so badly. He'll want me to move in with him. I don't like the way she is around him she gets way too much of his attention but I have to keep my cool. I can't go letting her get suspicious of me I need to wait for my time. He eventually asked me to move in and of course, I accepted.

We had a bit of a run-in when I made her sick. I made dinner, and she said I'd undercooked the chicken. I knew I cooked it perfectly. It was the pills that made her sick. I've been slowly poisoning her food with a drug that made her sleep. The other made her sick, so I intend to give her more as time goes on, but now she's stopped eating my food. She said she doesn't trust my cooking skills. This meant I had to come up with another plan. But then another disaster struck again when she moved out.
How will I do it now? My goal never changed. As much as I like Wayne, I'm still going through with this. She needs to pay for taking the love of my life away from me. I still think of him when I'm with Wayne. I imagine it's him making love to me. Sometimes I make him go rough with me he was a bit shocked at first but I assured him I like it.

"Harder. Wayne, I need you to go harder! Now!"
"I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure you want that?"
"Honey, I love it hard. I need to feel more I love it rough. You know this. Now do it, hard!"
He pounds into me while I'm bent over the bed with a smile on my face, imagining Peter doing it. I've told him I want him to talk nasty to me only when he does this. I can tell he feels weird doing it, but he soon got into it when he'd felt how much, I loved it. He even smacks my backside and I make him tie me up. I know he likes it because he's always rock hard and ready for me but he never hurts me and I love him for that. He knows how far to go with me he takes it to a point of pleasure and pain, but never over, not as Peter had. It's strange because I love it this way. I love it way better than what Peter used to do.
Peter would hurt me so much, I'd bleed. He'd get too rough, especially whenever he got me in that camp. He'd lose himself while inside of me and he'd forget I'm there. He forbid me to, ever complain. He'd punish me if I did, especially if he was hurting me. "Dana, do you love me? If you love me, you'll let me do this. I need to go rough, Dana. It's the only way I can do it. I need to feel all of you. I love you, Dana. You're the only one who can do this for me." He'd say he loved me and I'm the only one. I'm his, and he's mine forever. No one can come close to us no one can touch us. So because we loved each other so much I'd allowed him to do what he needed to do because I loved him. I'd loved him enough to give him it because he's all I knew. He was all that I wanted.

The first time he touched me was when I was young. I think he was eight years old? I was ten, but even before that we'd always sleep in the same bed together we were always together. We'd bathed, and we even changed in the same room. We'd done everything together held hands all the time, but it was okay. We were cousins, so no one questioned it. And because of it, I knew no different. Don't get me wrong, we knew it was wrong. That's why we'd kept it a secret. Peter said they'd separate us if they knew. But the first time he touched me, I was a little shocked. He told me, it was okay. He said how much he wanted to touch me, and he liked me... hell, he loved me. So I let him because I felt the same.
He's all I knew. He's the only one to have touched me is until Wayne until I felt his touch and everything changed. I tried to fight it because I'd never planned on it. I never intended to fall in love with him but I did. I'd fallen hard. I'd felt so guilty for cheating on Peter, but Wayne makes me feel alive.
When he touches me it's different. I know he truly loves me. Truthfully, I'd never imagined it to feel this way, but still, I had to see my goal through. I had to make her pay and when I'd walked in on her in my fucking kitchen with that scruffy biker fucker! I knew it was time. I had to make my plans now. No matter what, I couldn't allow her to be happy. I saw the way she looked at him she was falling for him. I refuse to allow her happiness, especially when she took mine away from me and my daughter. I still had my old car I kept it in a garage that I'd hired when I moved in with Wayne. Of course, he doesn't know I drive. I wanted him to think I was a poor helpless woman, one with no family to speak of. I was just, in love with him nothing more, and nothing less. I changed my accent. I didn't want them knowing I had any London connections. They would've suspected me, so I've changed it to sound like I'm from Sunderland. I'd spent years perfecting it, only because I'm an Essex woman, so my accent is pretty prominent. I'm thirty-four years old now, and I devoted my life to getting Peter's revenge.