Page 47 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

“With any luck, they’ll be fast asleep in their hotel room.”

“Hotel room?”

He nods. “In Guadalajara. I hope you do not mind that I asked Scotty to give them the tickets you won during the masturbation contest. You said you did not wish to use them, so I thought it would be a good opportunity.”

“For what?”

He winks at me. “For what is about to happen. As I said earlier, Benito broke you. Now, we are going to break his possessions.”

My mouth falls open in surprise. “It’s the middle of the night and we’re in a residential area. I’m pretty sure if the neighbors hear glass smashing, they’ll call the police.”

“You need not worry about them, either. While I was getting ready, Brody and Scotty went door to door.”

“And did what, exactly? Threatened them into silence?”

He snorts a laugh as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out two syringes. “You could drop a bomb in the center of the neighborhood, and they still would not hear.”

“The entire neighborhood? They’ve drugged all of them?”

Abi rolls his eyes. “There are only three other houses, it’s not as if they sedated thousands.”

“You can’t just drug an entire cul-de-sac into submission. Jesus, Abi. What if one of them had a gun?” As soon as the words are out I hold my hands up in surrender. “Never mind. Sometimes I forget we’re dealing with psychopaths whose arsenal could put the United States military to shame. Forget I said anything.”

“I couldn’t forget this moment if I tried,” he says, his voice taking an affectionate tone. “Now, let’s get started. I am going to set you down. When I do, you will take a hammer to everything he owns. Once it is done, I am going to fuck you on their bed.” He bridges the few inches separating us and grabs my ass with an unbearable grip. “I am going to make you scream my name.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“You may call me Abi,” he says with a ridiculous wink. He leans closer and takes my earlobe between his teeth, flicking his tongue rapidly against my skin. “I am going to come inside you. Fill you up until you’re mine.” I try to speak—not sure if I want to object or beg him to take me right here, right now—but before I can get a word out, I’m being backed against the foyer wall. As I try and fail to catch my breath, he yanks my shirt over my head, tossing it behind him, Goddess knows where. He falls to his knees and tugs at my shoes, launching them over his shoulder. Finally, he removes my pants, and I’m standing nakedbefore him, my entire body on display. He drinks me in like he’s dying of thirst. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. We’re standing in a home where I was made to feel like nothing. Where I had to sit in a fucking chair and watch a spiteful, hateful man steal my boyfriends from me, night after night. Now, it’s different. Things have changed. Where Benito once looked at me like I was pathetic, Abi stares at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. And maybe I am. To him, at least.

“Turn around,” he growls, and I happily oblige. I don’t know what he has in store for me, but I trust Abi Kincaid with my life. He grabs me by the hips, his thumbs kneading into my cheeks, pulling them apart and leaving me bare before him. “Arch your fucking back, Tatum. Do not make me ask again.”

Sweet, merciful Rinna, I cannot. His voice has absolutely no right sounding as sexy as it does when he takes on that domineering tone. It makes me want to please him. So, wanting to be his good boy, I follow his instruction, arching my back and guiding it closer to him.

“I could stare at your hole for days,” he muses, but I’m not sure he’s even saying the words to me. He sounds drunk on lust. A light flashes behind me, and when I look over my shoulder, he’s got his phone aimed at my exposed entrance. I open my mouth, but he quickly shakes his head. “Nyet.” He presses his thumb roughly against my hole, making me gasp. “It belongs to me. I will photograph it if I wish.” As if he’s trying to prove a point, he dives in, swiping his tongue across my pucker, making me cry out his name.

“Abi!”

“That’s it,” he says between licks. “Scream. I want everyone on this cul-de-sac to know you belong to me.” Considering he’s admitted to drugging every resident in the neighborhood, I’m pretty sure we’re in the clear, but I ignore logic and give in to my inner-slut, screaming his name at the top of my lungs. My cock is leaking something fierce, and I reach down to stroke myself, buthis palm stings sharp when it connects with my ass. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

“Please?” I rasp. It’s like my body’s gone rogue, and all I can do is stand here and let it shake and tremble beneath his touch. “Make me come.”

He growls, and then he dives forward again, his tongue teasing my hole. I can’t tell if he’s trying to slip inside me, or if he’s just trying to drive me crazy, but if it’s the latter, he’s succeeding. He enters me, but he doesn’t stay long. A moan escapes him, and I feel my hole clench around his tongue. When he pulls himself out of me, I look over my shoulder, and he’s got a feral look about him. His eyes are crazed with arousal, and I’m pretty sure he wants to pull his alleged twelve inches—because, let’s be honest, it’s big, but there’s no way it’s that big. Maybe I’ll have him measure it for me one day—out and shove it in dry. Much to my disappointment, he doesn’t. He just stands up and glares at me. Turning, I take my cock in my hand and give it a stroke, wanting him to see what he’s done to me. Needing him to know what healwaysdoes to me.

“Fuck me,” I plead. “Abi, I want you to fuck me. I need you, Daddy.”

He growls at me, then reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a hammer. Honestly, I don’t even know he got an entire hammer into his pocket, but I don’t have the will to ask, because I can’t stop staring at his cock. It’s pressed tight against his slacks and the bastard rests halfway down his thigh.

“It’s so big,” I say, licking my lips.

He nods. “It is. And you will take every inch. Understood?”

“Yeah,” I manage, though only just. “Yeah, I’m taking all of it.”

He smirks at me, one eyebrow raised as if he’s daring me. “Why?”

“Because my hole belongs to you,” I answer, hoping it’s what he’s wanting to hear. Judging by the way his cock twitches in his pants, I’m pretty sure it is.

“Correct.” He holds the hammer out for me to take. “Now, let us get started. Break anything you wish. If you would prefer to set the home ablaze, you may do that too.”

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