Chapter three.

Tess pushed her clothes into the carryall in a hurry. She didn't even really look at what she was packing. Clark was waiting for her downstairs and she didn't want to see Lionel before leaving. How would she explain this to her father? Was there even a rational explanation for what had happened between them last night?

Tess still felt slightly guilty when she really thought about the carefree sex she had had with her adopted brother last night. It had been wild, wicked and completely wonderful. A deep blush stained her pale cheeks briefly as she remembered the things they had done to each other and together.

Was it so wrong to feel like Clark was her entire world now? Maybe he always had been, she realized.

He had always been there to save her, to watch over her. Even although he truly scared her on certain occasions, he had always been her rock, her safe haven. Tess knew that she was the only person that the notoriously cruel Clark Luthor actually cared about. Where better to spend your life, than besides your own personal guardian angel? Tess rationalized to herself. Even if that angel more often than not closely resembled a demon rather than an angel. He was her savior.

With that thought she finished packing and threw the carryall over her shoulder. She glanced swiftly into the mirror at her reflection - it was pale - her auburn hair contrasting starkly with her skin. Her slim body was clad in a tight pair of jeans and a tank top. A hoodie was slung over her arm. These were her traveling clothes. God knew when they were going to be able to stop and change or anything else for that matter. Once Lionel learned of their flight, he would scour the globe for them. Tess could only hope he didn't find them – for his sake.

As she flew down the stairs and rounded the corner, she saw Clark waiting impatiently by the door. He was dressed entirely in black. Trousers, shirt, belt and shoes all a dull lackluster black. The only slight relief was his leather jacket with had a slight luminosity. His dark hair was combed straight back off his forehead, his eyes glinting with an evil light. They became satisfied as they saw Tess descend the stairs two at a time. His wicked smile making her heart beat faster.

"Come on let's get out of here, Lutessa. Lionel is on his way back I can hear him."

He always called her by her full name when he was serious or emotional (which didn't happen often.) he was the only one who remembered that Tess wasn't her full name.

"I'm done, Clark. How are we leaving? By car?"

Before she even finished her sentence, Clark had picked her up and super sped away. Within minutes they were in California, at a dingy hotel. He put her down gently but she tottered and nearly fell over after the speed of their travel.

"Wow! Clark could you at least warn me before you go all supersonic on me? Oh my god, I think I'm going to have a heart attack!" Tess complained breathlessly.

Clark chuckled mirthlessly.

"Okay, I'll give you warning next time."

She glared at him playfully, "So you mean there will be a next time?"

They booked into the hotel and made their way to their room. There, Tess fell backwards onto the bed and threw her bag down at the same moment she fell. She stretched wantonly on the cheap counterpane.

"Aren't you coming, Clark?' She smiled up at him engagingly. "Can't we afford a bit of relaxation now that we've escaped?"

Clark looked at her coldly. "Tess, business first. I need to go and meet someone to get some cash. I will be back soon. Stay here and don't talk to anyone." He ordered curtly.

Tess sat up abruptly, her heart going cold. She somehow knew that it wasn't an ordinary meeting. She also knew that Clark was probably going to take what he wanted and take the life of anyone who tried to stop him.

Clark left quickly, locking the door behind him and Tess was left to wonder if she had made the right decision.

He returned shortly, just as he had said. His face was carefully neutral. Tess was waiting for him propped up against the headboard of the bed, watching a movie. She looked at him carefully not sure what his mood was.

Clark was as volatile as plastic explosives and just as deadly. Although she was sure – almost – that he wouldn't hurt her she still played it safe especially after any of his business meetings.

"How'd it go, Clark?" she asked softly.

"Fine." He said, his expression intense. A smile touched his cruel lips. "Very well actually."

His dark eyes swept over her body lying across the bed, she wore a sleep-set cami and shorts. Her long slim legs on view, her small shapely breasts thrusting upwards provocatively. Long auburn hair fell around her shoulders and face in a wanton tangle. Clark's expression took on a decidedly wicked cast as he felt desire surge through his body at the sight before him.

Tess eyed him nervously not sure of his sudden change of mood. He walked to the edge of the bed and placed his denim-clad knee between hers provocatively. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and dropped it to the ground, all the while holding her green gaze with his cruel one.

"What do you say to an afternoon distraction, Lutessa?" Clark said a smirk touching his sensuous mouth.

Tess gulped and felt desire seep through her veins making her feel languid and sexy. Clark reached down and ran his hands roughly down her body from her shoulders to her hips. He pulled her downwards suddenly until the very center of her heat was against his leg. Tess felt an uncontrollable urge to rub herself against his hard thigh. Her hips arched and a low moan escaped her parted lips. She heard a dark chuckle coming from Clark's mouth, which was very close to hers now. His warm breath tickled her lips and made her lick them suddenly. She pressed herself against his leg harder and thrust her hips against the welcomed hardness. Tess moaned again as desire tingled through every nerve ending in her entire body making her shake. Clark lowered his mouth to hers finally. Firm, sensuous lips touched soft supple ones. Tess caught her breath and tried to kiss him, Clark evaded the kiss and licked her lips teasingly. His tongue traced the line between her lips and then pushed its way into the sweet recesses of her mouth. She reached up wand wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer.

Tess felt his arousal pressed against her stomach and arched her body into it, delightedly. Clark lifted her effortlessly and walked with her towards the shower cubicle. He entered the small shower and turned on the steaming jets of water. Soon they were both soaked. The wet denim of Clarks jeans rubbed almost painfully against the soft tender flesh of her thighs, were they wrapped them selves around his hips. Clark crashed her onto the wall driving the breath out of her. He devoured her mouth taking every once of passion she had to give, his tongue thrusting into her mouth again and again, until she was moaning and writhing against him helplessly. His hands were rubbing and shaping themselves around her pert breasts, the nipples begging to be touched. He bruised her skin heedlessly and she didn't - couldn't - stop him. She wanted him so much it hurt. He was like an unstoppable force of nature and she was too weak to stop him, even if she had wanted to. Suddenly her frail nightwear was ripped seam from seam as Clark grabbed it and tore it off her roughly. His jeans were undone and he slid swiftly into the warm welcoming depth of Tess. He groaned deeply and held her against the wall while he fucked her hard and fast. Soon they both came, violently, partners in their release.

Afterwards while they lay in each other's arms Tess held his hand and stroked his fingers softly were they were connected with hers. They were such strong fingers, capable of squeezing the life out of her or anyone. She saw dark stains under his nails and froze as she realized what it was. Blood.

She glanced upwards only to find his dark eyes watching her intently. Probably looking for any sign of weakness in her.

She smiled a soft, calming smile at him and continued to stroke his fingers, ignoring the glaring evidence that those same hands had taken someone's life not even an hour ago. A shiver of a very real fear raced up her spine as she mentally thought about how he could have killed the unfortunate person. She loved him - yes she did. Even though he was not a good man. He was her brother in so many very real ways and now he was her lover, neither could she do without.

"Lutessa, we need to move again tomorrow." He said quietly. He was observing her struggle with herself about the evidence he had purposely left for her to find. Some strange part of him wanted to show the real Clark Luthor to her, wanted to see if she would still stay with him knowing the truth.

"Where to?" She asked without hesitation.

"Europe." Clark answered. "Paris to be exact."

Despite her misgivings she felt a surge of excitement. She had always wanted to see Paris and how better to see it than with Clark? A genuine smile touched her lips as she looked at him.

"I can't wait!" Tess breathed.

Clark chucked indulgently at her rapt expression and smoothed her hair back from her face in a gesture of rare tenderness. "We leave at first light." He said.

Tess fell asleep trying to wrestle her conscience into submission. Part of her was scared of being with her brother, a murderer no less, and the other part of her was only too happy to finally be free from their father and the oppressive Luthor life style. As she drifted off to sleep she still hadn't come to a conclusion. What did she have to lose if she stayed? If she left however, she would lose the only person she had ever loved.