Page 38 of End It All
Really? “Someone thinks very highly of themselves.”
“You know what the hell I mean, Quincy. Fuck, you’re an asshole.”
He shoved some of his hair out of his face, yawning in the process. I took a moment to stare. He was a mess that my body stupidly wanted a second round with.
I laughed. “Yeah, and all eight inches of your dick was buried in it last night.” I moved before he could register it and slammed him back down on the bed. “Maybe if you beg nicely, I’ll let you plow me again.”
Blake glared at me, his mouth set in a firm line. “I wouldn’t fuck you even if you paid me.”
I nipped the tip of his nose before letting go and backing up. “You already did, and the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you filled me with your cum, I’d say you’d be paying me.” I winked at him as I headed back for the closet to grab what I needed. “And just so you know, I’m expensive too. Even more than your ass.”
I grabbed his ankle and snatched him out of bed. Blake’s body hit the floor with a thud. While he cursed, I snapped a chain into place that had an electronic box on it. Once it was situated, I locked it up and pocketed the key.
“What the fuck, Quincy?”
“Don’t be a pussy, it won't even leave a bruise.” I pulled out my phone. “Tracker. If you leave this apartment, I’ll know. When I get back, it comes off.”
He snatched his foot back, glaring up at me like he wanted to put my head through a cement wall.
Try it.Butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach and my excitement showed on my face as I grinned at him.
“Is this some kind of sick joke?”
I shrugged. “That’s payback for running. Do that shit again, and a bruised ass will be the least of your problems.”
“You have issues.”
I laughed at Blake stating the obvious.
Blake’s blue eyes were filled with fury as he glared up at me. A shiver raced down my spine, and I couldn't help but blow him a kiss.
“Hey, you keep giving me death glares, I might just die.” My phone vibrated in my pocket and I knew I was out of time. “Don’t leave this place.”
“I’ll burn this place down,” Blake threatened.
“You’re asking for it, little Vitale. I will break your ass if you mess anything up in this apartment.”
“I’m not afraid of you. And I did the ass breaking last night, so I know where you stand.”
I crouched down low and got into Blake’s face, our noses nearly touching. “Your family ties are the only reason I haven’t shoved a knife into your abdomen.” I smiled looking him up and down, dissecting him mentally. “You’d be an easy kill, better yet, torturing you would be even more fun. I wonder how long you can hold back screams when your flesh is being carved into.” I poked his chest. “A bloody lotus flower would look really nice right here.”
Blake’s eyes widened and he slapped my hand away. I moved just as quickly and wrapped the other around his throat and squeezed. There was a line crossed last night that I needed to redraw in the sand.
“Quincy.”
It was only my name, but I still let him go. “I have somewhere to be. You get hungry, call the pizza place on the fridge. I have an account with them so don’t worry about paying.”
Blake touched his throat, still watching me wearily. I wouldn’t be shocked if he was gone when I got back.
“I don’t have a phone. The one my dad gave me, I ditched. And I’m pretty sure he snatched my burner when I wasn’t looking. Thought it was in my room at the hotel, but it was gone before I went to the bar.”
I opened a drawer and searched through it before grabbing one of many burners. I quickly added my number under Baby Daddy, and put in Harlow and Benito's number. Although, I doubted Blake would call either one of them.
“Here, it’s good for a little while until you get one.”
He snatched it up, staring at it like it was a lifeline.
“Try not to miss me too much, baby girl.” I headed for the door and nearly made it out before he came out of the room.