Page 74 of All Your Hate
I wait for him to tell me I’m wrong. To magically make it all disappear with just one touch. Instead, he says, “Come with me. I’m going to show you how we’ll vanquish those demons for good.”
Bones offers me his hand and for once I take it.
I expect him to show me how to use the treadmill properly, but he leads me out of the gym and through the house.
We reach a set of double doors that are usually kept locked and he opens them, revealing his office. It's different to the rest of the place. there's an old feel to it what with the oak furniture and floral rug. It's not Bones at all.
Rather than cutting straight across the room, Bones walks around the edge to get to his desk and sits in the tall black leather chair. It's the only thing in here that suits him.
He looks stunning as he sits there like it was made for him. It probably was. I stand in the doorway, dumbly staring at him and his lips twitch as he catches me. My cheeks heat at the same time my clit throbs. The little traitor.
Bones rolls his chair back enough to show me his lap and he pats his leg. “Come sit.” He’s deluded if he thinks I’m sitting there while he clearly has an erection.
As if he can read my mind he says, “It’s my lap or the floor.”
“And if I choose neither?” I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe.
“Then I’ll bend you over my desk, spank your ass and make you sit on my lap anyway.”
My pussy clenches at the thought and I swear he knows.
Reluctantly I go and sit on his lap. I refuse to kneel for him.
“Is this what you do all day?” I grit out as I try to keep my ass as far away from his cock as possible. “Lounge around on your throne like some sort of king?”
“First you call me a prince and now a king. Nice to know I’m going up in your eyes.” He starts stroking my hair and a pleasant tingle runs over my skin.
“King of the pretentious pricks maybe,” I scoff, moving my head away from his touch.
Looping an arm around my waist he brings his lips close to my ear. “I’m sorry to do this, but it’s the only way you’re going to move forward.”
I’m not sure what he means until he opens a tab on his computer and a folder filled with images of different men’s faces appears. I don’t recognize them, but something in me tells me that these are the men that hurt me. I try to get to my feet, but Bones tightens his grip around my waist.
“What the fuck is this? Let me go! You’re fucking sick.”
Is this his idea of fun?Teasing me then fucking me while I have to stare at my abuser’s faces?
I didn’t think I could hate him any more than I already do.
“These are the men that worked for Tommaso. They were his security detail. An ordinary man like him would have a quarter of these on his payroll and I’m guessing the extra was because of you.”
“How do you even know all of this?” I squirm in his lap. My anger stopping me from being able to stay still. Each time I move all I feel is him. His cock against my body while the men infiltrate my mind.
“It’s how I work.”
Of course. How could I forget he kills for money?
“Did you have any enemies? Anyone that he would have been scared of?”
“Enemies? I worked at a bar and looked after my sister. That was all I did. I’m not part of your world.” It’s getting harder to speak and my breaths come out choppy.
“You are now. Tell me what these men deserve. To carry on with their lives or to be behind bars?”
“They all deserve to fucking die!” I shout out, surprising myself.
“That’s right,” Bones’ voice is soft in my ear as he drags his hand up to my neck. His palm settles on my throat while his fingers hold my chin in place, forcing me to look at the screen.
“At some point or other these men were all in that house. All while you were being held there. These three,” he points to the screen, “they’re already dead. This one had his throat slit by my friend, this one I snapped his neck with my bare hands, and the third one I shot in the head.”