Page 112 of All Your Hate
“Look at us together, we could be twins.” I laugh and she rolls her eyes.
“No crying,” I say when I notice her welling up again. “I want to ruin this masterpiece myself later.”
I slide my fingers a little higher and her eyelashes flutter as she lets out another long breath.
“Don’t we need to leave?”
“I just want a little taste before we go.” When I say little, I mean I want everything. I’m fucking ravenous.
“Are you going to beg me for it?” Seems my little viper’s found her tongue again.
“If that’s what it takes. I’m already on my knees for you.” I turn her so I’m between her legs. Her black lace panties hide what’s mine from me. I glare at them, willing them to turn to ash under my gaze.
“You’re not begging,” she scolds me and my cock jumps, my piercings sending me straight to the edge.
“Please, my love, let me taste you,” I beg her, my hands running up and down her thighs.
“No.” She folds her arms and tips her chin up in defiance.
“Just a little taste. One lick. Please.” This time my pleas are real and so very desperate.
“We’re going to be late and I haven’t even put my shoes on.” Sliding back to the edge of the stool, she presses her foot to my chest, giving me the briefest glimpse of the wetness that's found its way onto her thighs.
Such a tease.
I slip her heels on then kiss her ankles as I run my palm up each leg.
After she picked her clothes out earlier I left two bundles of rope with her heels. I tie them around each leg, turning her shoes into gladiator heels. “I wondered why they were there,” she says as she rolls her ankles examining my handiwork. “You’re obsessed with tying me up.”
Resting my head on her thigh I stare up at her. I’m more than a little obsessed with all of her. From this angle, her pussy is soclose I can smell her arousal. “Please, my love, give me a little taste to get me through the night.”
“You really are addicted, but no, I want to go out and show my outfit off.” She smirks as she pushes me off her and walks to the door, her hips swaying with confidence as she goes.
That’s all it takes for me to come in my pants. I laugh to myself as I run my fingers through my hair. “This woman,” I mumble. She’s completely consumed me.
23
BONES
“Remember what I said when we bought this dress?” I ask Wynter as we head inside the club to meet Luka.
“You say a lot of stuff, you can’t honestly expect me to remember everything?” She’s back to being a little brat again and I love it. Part of me wondered that when she finally gave in she’d change into some quiet little housewife type, but no she’s still my feisty queen.
“I said I’d show you off in it. Take you to a club.”
“Seems you are a man of your word after all.” She practically fucking purrs at me. My poor cock strains back to life again.
There’s a new confidence about her. Killing people really has unlocked her true potential. I knew it would.
“I still can’t believe Luka agreed to meet here. He doesn’t seem like the type of person to go clubbing,” Wynter muses.
When I saw Luka the other day he didn’t tell me much, he never does. But apparently, Doctor Edward Price, the man that Tommaso had inspect Wynter, has been on his radar for a while. He didn’t tell me anything else only that we’re invited to join in with the torture, but the killing blow is his.
“I’m starting to wonder exactly who he is myself.”
Wynter gawks at the interior of the club as we head to the bar. The Angel’s Perch is the hottest nightclub in the city. Chandeliers lit with real candles hang overhead, red strobe lighting filters over the sea of people that crowd around the DJ playing her set on stage. Dancers dressed as angels move around on high platforms, pouring glitter and streams of alcohol onto the people beneath.
“This place is amazing!” Wynter gasps.