Black Market Princess

3- Secrets To Keep

"You don't have to keep staring at your sister so much, you aren't the only one here to protect her." Spider reminds me when he catches me looking at Chris for the sixteenth time in the past five minutes.

"I know, I just don't want anything bad to happen to her. She's my other half." I confess while looking back at the auction taking place.

"Don't let anyone see you have feelings, not here." Spider casually states, watching someone at the bar flirt with Chris.

"I don't know how you can watch people try and get into her pants. It's disgusting, the amount of STD's one could receive in that place." I retort, scrunching up my nose just thinking about it.

"No different from us really, Andrea."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, glancing at Spider while taking a sip of beer.

"One would be disgusted by the fact I could get into your pants just by playing with a knife."

Spiders statement causes me to laugh. I guess he's feeling pretty bold tonight. "That's only half true."

"Which part exactly? I know you love it when weapons get involved, not to mention physical fights."

Spider smirks at the memory of who knows what exactly. It could be the first time we hooked up, or when I got jealous of some b***h just because he stabbed her.

"What's so funny? Fond memory of something inparticular?" I pry, craning my neck to look at Eli's sketch. He is just outside the room we are sitting in to give us privacy.

"Just remembering how all this came to be. Didn't think I'd actually be able to get you considering I'm fifteen years older than you."

I think back on that day. I had just turned eighteen and was extremely attracted to Spider. Like, he's been my crush since I was five, type of attracted. The forbidden one where all you can do is masturbate to the thought of him and scream his name when you o****m, type of attracted. Not to say I've done that. But I was so caught up in him that when I lost my virginity to someone in high school I moaned his name instead of the guy I was f*****g. Not that I'm sorry for it, Spider is the definition of sexy as f**k.

"Just thinking about how some woman was flirting with me and then you stabbed her." We both laugh slightly at the memory.

"I remember that night clearly. It was the night you realized knives make me horny, especially when used on other people." I smile at the memory.

It was around my twenty-first birthday. Some b***h tried to get into his pants and I wasn't happy considering we had only been teasing each other, seeing who would beg first. Safe to say he was begging during a knife fight, blood dripping from cuts and a blade against his throat. The memory alone does something to me.

"Are you asking for a reenactment?" I ask, slowly walking over to him from where I was sitting on the other side of the room.

"Andrea, we can't do this here." I can tell by the huskyness in his voice that he was tempted by my idea.

"I already checked Eli's work, I doubt he will go downhill tonight. Besides, we aren't the only ones here watching over Chris."

I walked up behind his chair while he analyzed the auction portion of the building. His black hair is slightly messy, some parts having fallen over his eyes with the rest slicked back onto the top of his head. Crystal blue eyes that match the ocean on a 90 degree day with no clouds. The slight stubble on his face that I love feeling on my bare skin. Let's not forget about his heavily muscled body. Originally the color of caramel until the ink of tattoos painted it black with red and green littered crossed it occasionally. He's my definition of perfect.

"Let me have what I want Spider." I whispered into his ear, licking the shell of his ear before I pulled away.

"Andrea," Spider warned, his Hispanic accent coming out strong and seductive.

"Carlos," I whimpered, kissing his neck tattoo before biting on it as hard as I could, drawing blood.

Spider lets out a moan before standing up and grabbing my neck. He quickly walks us back until we hit the pool table that's in the center of the room. We both take out our knives, previously tucked into the back of our jeans. Carefully, I dragged my blade across Spiders' shirt, making the buttons fall onto the floor, his chest slowly came into view as the sides of his dress shirt opened up. Abs taunt me as I eye f**k Carlos who is casually ripping my shirt to shreds. I slowly drag my blade against his abs, wanting to leave a permanent mark where everyone can see this time.

"Careful, I might leave a bigger one on you." Carlos whispers into my ear as I feel his blade drag down my spine.

I feel a shiver run down my spine, loving the thrill and feeling of blood trickling down my skin. I quickly kiss Carlos, moaning into his mouth as we both press the blades harder into one another. "Beg for mercy," Carlos murmurs against my lips, making me giggle.

"You first, I never lose." I moan, wanting more before I give into his request.

Instead of him giving me what I want, he pulls down his jeans before he cuts a hole in the middle of mine. Quickly gaining access, he enters me while digging the blade into my shoulder, making me gasp in surprise. Usually it's strict blade-play until one of us caves in, but it's been so long it's hard to hold back.

Moving my blade from his torso, I quickly plunged it into his bicep, making it harder for him to go faster without pain going through his arm. Grunting, he reaches for the blade but I swat his hand away.

"Keep f*****g me with it in or say I win and I'll take it out." I whisper, moving my hips in rythem with his.

"Take it out baby, I want to f**k you harder." Carlos grunts, making me smile.

I remove the blade, leaning back on my hands so I can meet his thrusts with more force. Carlos grabs my throat, gently squeezing it as he leans in to kiss me. His tongue plays with mine as his other hand starts to play with my c**t, making my legs shake slightly. I can feel both of us getting closer, my legs shaking as my stomach tenses while Carlos bites his lip, eyes locked on mine as he thrusts harder.

"c*m for me baby." He grunts into my ear as he slaps my c**t, making me c*m instantly.

We both bite our bottom lip, keeping our moans low so nobody can hear us as we both o****m. The good news about the room we are in- The Box- is that the windows are one way, people outside see it as a mirror while we can see through the glass and look at everyone below us. Although, it would be so much better if it was sound proof.

Yes, I know I told my sister I didn't want s*x and all that bullshit, but I said I didn't want s*x with random strangers. Spider, however, is no stranger. Yes, s*x is still meaningless. We will never be anything more than each other's s*x toy. And honestly, I am okay with that. I don't think I am capable of falling in love or even having kids of my own. I just don't believe I am capable of loving anyone in that way, that part of me is broken beyond repair by my mother and father. I've seen what it does to people and I am not willing to do that to myself or anyone else.

"Same rule as last time?" Spider asks, opening a drawer from the desk in the far corner of the room. Pulling out two shirts, one for me and one for him.

"Which rule are you referring to?" I asked, making sure he remembered all of them before I confirm.

"Nobody knows where the cuts/scars came from. Never text about wanting to f**k, always say something when we are alone and in person. No kids, and never fall in love." Spider lists the five rules we have, keeping eye contact with me while putting on a new shirt.

"Correct." I said, putting on the shirt he handed to me.

"It's safe to say your sister is safe and the auction went smoothly." Spider states, looking at the empty Market and Chris who is wiping down the counters.

"Let's just hope father is pleased with Eli's sketches."