Page 83 of All Your Hate
It’s not until Bones spins me to face him that I even know he’s there.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty.”
Is that what this feeling is?Guilt?No.
“That’s the problem. I don’t. I just helped end a man’s life and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt.”
Bones eyes flash with approval. “I knew you could do it. We’ll make a killer out of you yet.” His words brush over me, not really sinking in.
“Do we need to dispose of the body?” I ask mechanically.
“No.” Bones gets his phone out and starts typing a message. “I have a guy for that.”
One of the many perks of being rich I suppose.
I try to comprehend what just happened. “You were going to make me suck his cock. You said—”
“I saidcock. Not his cock. I’m offended you even thought I was referring to him.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over mylower lip. “It would have been me you were demonstrating your superb skills on.” The way he saysskillsmakes my insides buzz.
“You were never going to sell me?” The answer seems obvious, but I need clarity.
“Wynter. I would carve my own heart out before I put you in any real danger.”
My stomach does that weird somersaulting thing again and this time I don’t think I can blame it on the vodka. “Can we go home now?”
“Not yet. I really can’t drive in this condition.” I look down and press my palm to the bulge in his pants. He's not lying.
My mind feels all floaty. Drunk on vodka and adrenaline.
The gory scene in the other room is long gone. Once again all I can sense is Bones. His heat under my palm, the way he twitches as my nails drag up the zipper, his vodka-scented breath fanning my cheeks.
“I need you.” I was supposed to think those words, but my tongue has a mind of its own.
“I know, my perfect little love.”
I start lowering to my knees, eager to feel the weight of him on my tongue, but he stops me. “Tonight’s not about me. You need a reward for doing such a good job.”
Sucking his cock doesn’t sound like such a bad reward to me.
He leads me back to the bedroom and I’m in a daze as he sits me down on the bed. This is wrong on so many levels, but I’ll do any disgusting thing he asks of me right now if it means I get to break apart on his cock.
“Shatter me, please,” I whisper.
Lying me down, he positions my head to fall off the foot of the bed. I open my mouth ready for him and he chuckles, tapping my jaw closed.
“This is what I meant when I said you don’t listen.” He climbs between my legs and tears my underwear off with a loud andpainful snap. “I told you outside to trust me. That I’d be saying things I didn’t mean. But you didn’t listen. Naughty girl.” He slaps my pussy and I yelp “God, look at how wet you are. Is this from watching me torture for you?”
I squirm my hips with need and he pins them down.
“Keep your eyes on him as I taste your delicious pussy. I want you to come with the knowledge that everyone who’s ever hurt you will end up the same way.”
My mouth opens in a silent scream as he plunges his tongue inside me and devours me. He doesn’t let up for a single second as he sucks and bites, licks and tugs at my most sensitive parts.
Heat spreads rapidly through my body and I reach out for him. My hands weaving through his hair, holding him tight to me.
“You’ve turned me into your whore,” I gasp out.
He chuckles and I wish he’d do it again because fuck did that feel good. “My whore. My slut. My entire fucking world.”