Page 97 of All Your Hate
He’s a pathetic-looking mess of a man and I would feel sorry for him if he didn’t deserve this. There’s probably more girls likeme out there that he did this to. That thought clears my mind. This is the right thing to do.
“This is for me.” With all my weight behind my arm, I stab the blade into his shoulder. It slides into the hilt far easier than I imagined it would.
Pulling it out again, I say, “This is for all the women who vile men like you take advantage of, thinking they're put on this planet for your own sick amusement.” I stab the blade down into his crotch this time.
He howls in pain and falls onto his side. Bones grabs his arms, pulling him upright for me.
“Again.” Bones’ eyes flash to mine. I’m lost in them as I stab the man again. Blood coats my palm and when I look at it I don’t feel disgusted. No, I feel elated. I’m finally taking back control of everything that was taken from me.
I stab again and again until his screams turn into strangled sobs.
“Fucking stunning,” Bones whispers with pure awe on his face.
As the man goes silent I half-sob, half-laugh, “I did it.”
“You did it beautifully.” Bones drops the body and grabs my head, bringing me in for a vicious kiss. The blade is still in my palm and I hold it to his throat.
“I could kill you as well. Steal your car and get out of here. Find someone to cut the tracker out and make a life for myself.”
He doesn’t look surprised or scared of me. In fact, his features soften. “You hate me too much to kill me and you love my cock too much to leave.”
Smug asshole.
Dropping the knife, I grab hold of his shirt and force my own kiss onto him. It’s hard to catch my breath when we pull apart.
Something warm and wet touches my knees and I shoot to my feet. Blood pools around us.
Blood.
“Bones. I—I killed a person.” My voice is shaky as reality sinks in.
He’s suddenly in front of me. His hands on my cheeks. “Yes, and it was a truly incredible first time, my love.”
I shake my head and step away from him. If Summer could see me now she’d be terrified. I look down at the blood on my hands and my stomach drops.
“He deserved it. Don’t feel bad about it now. He fucking deserved every second of that.”
I don’t know how to feel. I know he’s right, but I just ended a life.
“You want to run. It’s okay. Let it out. Run from me. Run from them. Just remember who will be the one catching you in the end.”
I’m not sure what he means, but without thinking I’m pushing open the gate and running through the trees.
I don’t hear him following behind, but I can’t hear much over the blood pumping in my ears.
Distorted faces lurk between the trees, mocking me, haunting me. They’re not real. They can’t hurt me.
“Run faster!” Bones shouts behind me, making me scream. When I look back all I see is a dark figure in the shadows. Green eyes peering at me through the holes of a black ski mask.
I scream and run again.
He catches up quickly and shoves me roughly into a tree. The bark scratches my cheek. His strong body presses firmly against mine and I feel his prominent erection against my ass.
“Bones,” I whimper as I press back against him, wanting him inside me. Something on him rubs against my skin, unlocking a feeling that seems to have nestled itself in the recesses of my mind. My thighs get slick and I try to figure out why my body’s responding this way.
Then I realize what I’m feeling.
Rope.