Page 102 of Ricochet
My eyes take a quick sweep around the room. I hadn’t paid any attention to the inside of the cabin once my eyes landed on Matthew. Pretty much the only furniture in the living room are the desk I’m on and a worn, tan fabric couch. There are a couple of closed doors that probably lead to a bedroom and a bathroom, and there’s a small kitchen to the left. Fishing poles and old photographs hang on the walls.
After Stone digs out his knife with the rosewood handle from his bag, he approaches his prisoner with a sinister smirk on his beautiful face.
“My boy wants to hear you scream, Matthew.”
The man’s eyes go wide. His nostrils flare.
Stone rips off the tape.
“You fucking motherfuckers! You dirty, disgusting f—”
When Stone’s knife is embedded deep in his thigh, Matthew’s ear-splitting scream interrupts the homophobic slur that was undoubtedly about to come out of his mouth. It only gets louder when Stone yanks the blade back out.
Even with the tears gathering in his eyes, Matthew still glares up at Stone as he struggles against the ropes. “I’m gonna fuck you both up so bad that—”
Stone jabs the knife into Matthew’s other leg.
Another scream rips through the cabin.
Leaning forward, Stone lowers his voice to a scary, deep snarl as Matthew whimpers. “If I wasn’t already planning on killing you, I certainly would now for thinking you could even get close to him.He’s. Fucking. Mine.”
My cock presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans at those words.
It’s not so much the screaming. Or even the blood dripping from the man’s legs onto the plastic sheets.
It’s Stone.
Watching him unleashed is a thing of fucking beauty.
He’s the roaring thunder in a storm.
The violent waves that capsize ships.
The howling gale that uproots a forest.
But…
I want to see him kill.
Stone twists the knife in Matthew’s leg before pulling it out. The next scream is weaker, followed by choked, wet sobs. When he faces me, my breath catches. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, pupils blown, hardly any green visible.
The howling gale that uproots a forest.
He stalks toward me, blood dripping off his knife. But that doesn’t stop him from tossing it onto the desk as he settles between my legs, raking his fingers through my hair. He grips it by the roots and tugs my head back. The moment my lips part on a gasp, his tongue plunges inside my mouth. He devours me, his lips moving against mine so hard I think they might bruise. His teeth sink into my bottom lip.
My cock is fully hard in an instant. He’s not fucking holding back for once. I grab tight onto his hips, clinging to him for dear life. Because even though I’m sitting, I’m at risk of total collapse.
Stone finally gives me a chance to breathe when he yanks my head back further. His mouth moves over my jaw to my throat. He kisses and licks and bites while I’m left panting, eyes closed, focused only on every sensation that comes from his lips and tongue and teeth.
“Do you have any requests?” he asks against my neck.
His words reach my ears quickly enough, but it’s like they rebound right off my brain.
“Requests?” My own voice sounds far away.
He kisses my throat. “You’ve got me on a leash, Callum.” He licks across my Adam’s apple. “I’ll do fucking anything for you.” He nips at my skin. “How do you want me to kill him?”
Oh.