Page 31 of Better Hide

“Right,” Jo grits.

I yank the leash hard. “Already sassing? Damn, kitten must want to be punished.”

Jo squirms again. I love it. I’m addicted to the way she responds to us. She’s so expressive and hateful and fuckingalive. She doesn’t know when to stop fighting, and I can’t take my eyes off her as she burns herself to the ground.

I was alive, too, once.

If I push her, will she also implode like I did? A sick part of me wants to know—wants her to fall over the edge with me.

I see Cole glancing at the phone from the corner of my eye. He has the keypad pulled up, but he isn’t dialing.

Internally, I wince. “Give that to me.”

“No,” he snaps. “I’ll do it.” His chest heaves. Which makes my chest tighten.

“Jo.” I need her to distract Cole. “Be a good girl and put on a show for us.” I slide my left hand under her pants.

“Fuck you!” Jo digs her little nails into me, trying to get me off her. My fingers brush over her panties. “Are you already wet for me?”

“Dry as the Sahara, actually,” she growls.

I lean over the seat, biting her neck just under her collar, making her gasp. Fuck, if her quick sass doesn’t piss me off. It’ll only make things worse for her.

Cole glances at us. I ignore him completely, sucking on a mouthful of Jo’s skin until she cries out and jerks away. My mouth pops off her, and a beautiful deep red mark is left on her.

Fuck. She looks so beautiful. I dive back in, biting down on the line of muscle leading up to her neck.

“Jayden,” she hisses.

I bite harder, and my fingers brush her pussy again. “That’s Sir to you. Who owns this pussy, Jo?”

“I do.”

A shiver of pleasure runs through me. I bite down on her neck harder while I rub circles on her clit.

I hear Cole make the call and the phone rings. I glance over. He’s looking back and forth between us and the road.

Jo moans. I groan and jerk the collar just a bit. “Shhhh. Cole is on the phone. Wouldn’t want mommy to hear a moaning little slut in the background, would you?”

“If that’s what she calls you, I won’t judge.” Jo clenches her teeth.

This bitch. I press harder on her clit, feeling her body jerk in response. I bite her again harshly, marking her. Claiming her. I want it to hurt. I want it to hurt, and I want it to break her.

The phone rings and rings.

I glance over. Cole’s face is a mixture of arousal and pain. I hate that look. It makes me want to kill his mom for ever making him feel like that.

“What do you think, Cole? Should I let her come?”

A slow smile creeps across his face while the phone goes to voicemail. “I don’t know. She hasn’t been very good recently, has she?”

“No,” I latch onto another part of her neck. Jo loves the pain. I can feel her arousal soaking through her panties.

Goddamn. I’m so hard I feel my dick straining against my pants. I hate that my marks are going to fade. I should tattoo them into her skin. A living patchwork of my slow destruction of Mary Jo Hall.

“How about this,” I say. “If your mom picks up, kitten comes. If not, she doesn’t.”

Cole immediately dials again while watching the road. His pupils are huge when he looks at us as he tracks my hands on Jo’s body.

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