Page 77 of All Your Hate

Rather than tell him how wrong he is, I slap him.

His head swings to the side, his wet hair sticking to his face, hiding his expression from me.

My breathing slows down as I wait for his reaction. I’m still not sure what way he’ll take anything I do.

His body is completely still as he slowly turns his head to me. He’s smiling as he says, “Fuck, I love you so much.” My pussy clamps down on him. Locking him in.

“Touch yourself. Come for me,” he commands. I want to defy him, but an orgasm calls for me harder than the need to fight.

I slide my hand between us, I’m so slick from the soap and water that the feel of my fingers on my clit has me tipping my head back in bliss.

He takes the opportunity to drag his tongue up my neck. When he touches my scars I grab his throat, pushing him back.

There’s a flash of darkness in his eyes and I’m about to remove my hand, but he tilts his chin up like he’s begging me to choke him.

So I do.

I squeeze his throat and his thrusts become unpredictable. Each time he enters me it’s at a new angle, a new depth. My fingers work harder on my clit, adding more pressure until it’s almost painful.

“Come.” His growl vibrates throughout my entire body. It’s like I have no control as my orgasm takes over. He holds himselfinside me as my pussy clenches around him, using him until I’m sated.

I feel him getting harder as he’s about to come. Rather than give me what I want by filling me up, he pulls out of me, placing me back onto my unstable feet.

I’m about to complain when he pushes down on my shoulders and my legs are so weak they buckle instantly, my knees hitting the tiles with a loud slap. He turns the shower off as he pumps his cock in my face. Then he’s painting my body in his come. It hits my lips and I lick it up as the rest coats my throat and breasts.

When he’s done he drops to his knees and grabs my throat.

“You’re mine, Wynter. Anytime you think of another man I’m going to replace that thought with my come.” He palms my chest and smears his release into my skin, coating me with it further. “We’re going to get rid of your demons for good. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I say weakly, barely able to string a coherent thought together. Something scratches at the back of my brain, trying to warn me. But of what I’m not sure.

He stares at me for a second, his eyes alight with wonder as they search my face. Then he’s kissing me again, not seeming to care that he’s tasting himself on me. I’m drowning in him, being pulled deep into the dark waves that he crashes over me.

I hate him, but I’m also grateful for him. Bones brought me out of the darkness that held me only to envelop me in his own dark embrace. I know it’s too late for me. He’s a devil with an angel’s face and I’ve fallen for every trick he’s played on me.

16

WYNTER

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. Especially since Bones refuses to tell me where we’re going or what we’re doing. This is my first time out of the house since I ran from him at Onyx.

Tugging at the hem of the short black dress he picked out for me to wear, I look nervously up at the apartment building in front of us. It’s in a nice part of the city, but I know that doesn’t mean shit. Bad people lurk everywhere, not just in the shadows.

“I’m going to need you to be really good for me,” Bones says as he adjusts the cufflinks on his black shirt. “We’re meeting someone and I’m going to end up saying some things that you’re going to hate me for. Ineedyou to trust me. Can you do that?” He’s pleading with me, but I still don’t understand what’s going on.

Recently I’ve reached a point where I’m starting to trust him, but I hope tonight doesn’t ruin all of that.

“I’ll try,” I say warily. “Does your friend live here? The one you mentioned before?”

“Dean? No. The man that lives here, Grayson, isnota friend. Remember that while we’re in there.”

“And why are we meeting him in his apartment?”

Bones has sworn I’m his which should assure me he wouldn’t want to share me, but loaning me out to someone might be his idea of fun.

Without answering, he winks at me and presses the intercom buzzer. A deep male voice crackles through the static. “Yeah?”

“Grayson?” Bones says.