Page 55 of All Your Hate
When he helps me to sit back upright I’m left dazed.
Why does this happen anytime his cock’s inside me?
He’s still hard when he tucks himself away. He didn’t come. Why? I don’t question it out loud. If I tell him that I’m sure he’ll force me on him again. I can taste him on my tongue, but It’s not like I want to taste more of him.
Huddling close to the window I try to ignore him.
“Still want to compare me to them?” he asks, with a sick pleasure to his tone.
Biting my tongue I keep my thoughts to myself. I don't think that's possible for him as he keeps running his mouth.
“You know why they did it? Because they saw someone weaker than themselves and took advantage. I don't see that. You’re strong, Wynter and I know that if you really wanted me to stop you’d do everything in your power to make it happen. You’d bite my dick off or crash the car.”
I look at him, perplexed as I listen. He sounds so sure of himself. The worst part is he’s right.
The rest of the drive is spent in silence. We pull up outside what looks like a small boutique. The storefront is painted all black and the windows are tinted so I can’t see inside.
In my periphery I see Bones open up the glove compartment. I scoff at the huge bag of weed in there. “You’re a drug dealer? Should have known.”
“Not a fan of weed?”
“I’ve never tried it and I don't plan on it anytime soon.” I thought he would have known that from whatever he found out about my dad. Unless he assumed I followed in his footsteps.
“You’ll be pleased to know I'm not a dealer, and I just quit.” Rolling down the window he tosses the bag onto the sidewalk.
“You can’t just do that!” I frantically look around to see if anyone noticed, but focus quickly back on him as he pulls a gun from the glove compartment.
“What’s that for?” I quickly ask.
He slips it into the back of his pants. “Just a precaution.”
I grab the door handle to make a break for it, but it doesn’t open. “Really? The child locks?” I growl as I tug on it harder.
With a smirk painted on his lips, Bones saunters around the car and opens the door for me, holding his hand out like I’m royalty.
When I refuse to take it he grabs my waist and pulls me out of the car and over his shoulder. “Put me down!” I beat my fists on his back and he slides me down his chest to hold me in his arms. My height makes it awkward and I feel like he’s going to drop me any second so I wrap my arms around his neck. I hate this feeling inside me when I see him up close like this.
His soft eyes and the way his hair blows in the breeze creates a confusing mix of emotions that are fighting for control of my heart.
It’s unfair that my body takes his side rather than mine.
“I can walk by myself,” I mumble as I look around for any passersby who could be watching, but the street is empty.
“Not without shoes on.”
How…considerate?
No, he’s only doing it so I don’t run, not because he cares about my well-being.
“I could scream right now and someone would come help me.”
“Give it a try," he whispers in my ear. "I’ll have you in the trunk of the car before they can call the cops.”
I don’t think he’s bluffing, but still, I should be screaming. I should be thrashing around, fighting for him to put me down. But I’m letting him carry me inside.
The store's interior is just as dark as the outside and there’s metal music playing. Clearly, this is somewhere Bones shops regularly.
A few people are milling around, looking through the racks of clothes. A woman gives me a weird look as we pass, making me feel even more uncomfortable. “Can you please put me down now?” I whisper.