Page 35 of Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

Wrenching him off me, Nate booted him in the head so fucking hard, blood sprayed from Lewis’s mouth.

I let out a scream and scurried back on the mattress. Nate grabbed hold of my ankle, yanked me down, and pulled the gun from the holster. He tucked it into his pocket, glaring at me as if I’d done something wrong. And then he turned, kicking Lewis hard in the ribs. “So you’re telling me I can’t touch her, but then you try to fuck her? I don’t fucking think so!” In a swift move, he kicked him again before punching him in the face.

“Nate, what the hell?” I cried out, crawling off the bed, but one vicious glare from Nate had me backing away.

“Don’t you fucking dare move,” he growled. “I’ll deal with you soon.”

My dress was on the floor and my underwear was, too.

“The fuck, man?” Lewis groaned, rolling over onto his side and spitting a wad of blood. “The hell is wrong with you?”

Nate, who’d walked over to the desk, pulled the chair back over, hauling Lewis to his feet by his hair. He shoved him onto it before stepping around him and pressing a gun to the back of his head.

“What did I tell you would happen if you showed your cunt to another man?” he growled at me, wiping Lewis’s splattered blood from his face with the back of his hand.

I looked from Lewis to Nate with a frown, shaking my head, not comprehending. “You would kill anyone who saw my pussy.”

“That’s right.” He cocked the gun, and I let out a startled cry and rushed out, “Please, stop.”

“I like it when you beg.” He dug the gun in farther, causing Lewis to sob with terror. “Should I kill him, Skyler?”

“No, don’t,” I pleaded, crawling forward on my hands and knees, then stopped when he aimed the gun at me.

“Sit back up and cover your fucking tits. Don’t let Lewis see them sway like that.”

“Nate,” I tried to reason with him, my voice choked with emotion, “you need professional help.”

“What I need,” he replied, cracking his neck, “is to purge this fucking anger at seeing him on top of you, and then I need you to suck my dick.”

“You told me to seduce him.” I shifted onto my knees. “I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t threatened to send Evelyn to jail. You wanted me to play this sick game of yours.”

His stormy eyes found mine again, his smeared skeleton paint making him look like a beautiful monster.

Leaning down to whisper into Lewis's ear, he held the gun to his temple, tracking me with his eyes the entire time. “I’ll let you in on a secret. See that terrified girl on the bed. I will kill her one day soon, but first, I’m gonna murder everyone around her while she watches. Then I’m gonna fuck her raw until I’ve had my fill of her lying, cheating little body.”

“Please, don’t do this,” I pleaded, my chest wracking with sobs. “Don’t hurt him. It’s not funny anymore.”

“Was it ever?” Quickly, he swiped a dull knife from his back pocket and rammed it into Lewis’s neck, then pulled it out and stabbed him repeatedly. Blood spurted from the first stab wound, covering Nate from head to toe in blood.

I screamed until my lungs grew hoarse. At least, I thought I did, but my screams were silent behind my hands pressed over my mouth. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was too horrific to comprehend.

Pointing the knife at me, panting harshly, his face and hands soaked with blood, he demanded, “Get on your knees, little killer.”

I tore my teary eyes away from Lewis’s body, which had slumped over and fallen to the blood-soaked floor. “You killed him, Nate.”

Stepping over the corpse on the floor and wiping the blade on his jeans, Nate flicked his bloodied hair from his brows. “I warned you, Skyler. I told you what would happen. Now get on your knees.”

“You also told me to fuck him.”

Approaching the bed, Nate launched himself at me and grabbed hold of my long hair. He forced me onto my knees and held the sharp blade to the back of my neck. “You were in an impossible situation then, weren’t you? Someone had to suffer the consequences, and you chose Lewis.”

“No one had to suffer the consequences,” I bit out, glaring up at him, at the smudged white and black face paint peeking out from beneath the blood. “You didn’t have to kill him.”

“You need to shut that pretty little mouth,” he ordered, pinching my chin between his thumb and finger. “It’s time to stuff it full of cock.”

My eyes burned into his and my nostrils flared the longer he pinned me with that dark look that demanded submission. I refused to yield to a monster.

Releasing my chin, his hand came to his button. He popped it and lowered his zipper. “You’ve sucked dick before, haven’t you?”

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