Page 43 of All Your Hate

Bones’ grip is possessive, but there’s no malice in it. I’m starting to notice that when I’m quiet he treats me with care like he thinks he might actually break me. But when he’s got me angry he revels in it and keeps pushing like he wants to see how far he can go before I snap.

“You’re the most stunning person I’ve ever seen. These bruises will fade,” he traces the marks on my skin, all the way up to my neck, “but what scars you're left with will only show how strong you are.”

I thought I was hiding my vulnerabilities from him, but it seems he can see right through me.

“I don’t want to be strong. I just want to be me again.”

“With me, you’ll be more than you could ever have imagined.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I wait for wherever his touch may lead next and for the wave of revulsion that I’m sure it will bring.

But he doesn’t move.

“Sit back and relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” his voice is a soft whisper that makes me want to break down and cry into his shoulder while also slapping the condescending tone right out of him.

I lean back until my skin connects with the cold glass of the window, forcing my spine to arch. His hands glide over my hips all the way to my thighs and he watches me as he rests them there, waiting for my permission. Slowly I part my legs for him.

Those skilled fingers find my pussy and I expect him to get me off quickly so he can get straight to taking care of his own needs, but he takes his time.

He tenderly circles my clit and I whimper. My hands fly to the ledge on either side of my hips and grip it tight. Trailing his other hand up my side, he finds my breast and cups it. No one else I’veslept with has ever really bothered to spare any time on my small chest. But the way Bones looks at my breasts, at all of me, makes me feel like something worth loving.

As his thumb brushes over my nipple a wave of pleasure races through my nerves.

“You get so wet for me, Wynter. I’m a very lucky man to have found you.” Leaning in, he hovers his lips above mine. His eyes studying my face like he’s unsure of his next move. I want him to lean the rest of the way in and claim my mouth. To just break that last little defense I have and take me whole.

Pushing his long fingers inside me, he expertly finds that intense spot that makes my body melt. My back arches and our lips brush.

With his palm, he massages my clit and works his fingers over that delicious pressure point inside. His whole hand plays me to perfection like it was made to do just that.

The entire time his eyes never leave mine.

My orgasm builds to its peak and heat builds in my throat as tears prick my eyes. It’s disgusting and shameful to enjoy any of this. But also so fucking good.

I want to let go of my hurt so badly, to just fall into the dark depths of this stranger and let him possess every part of me.

The deeper I fall into his eyes, the quieter the voices in my head become. It’s a reprieve that I crave more of.

“Please make me forget,” I beg on an exhale and his eyes flash with desperation. His lips collide with mine at the same time my orgasm tears through me and I scream into his mouth. He swallows it down, absolving me of my demons, if only for a moment.

I keep my palms on the ledge so they don't seek him out. The bare expanse of his chest is far too tempting.

His kiss is frenzied and hungry. Soon enough I’m lost in it. Consumed by him.

It’s only once we’re both starved of oxygen that he pulls away.

There’s a new look on his face. One I’ve not witnessed before in the very short time I’ve known him.

Fear.

My chest heaves as Bones finally slips his fingers out of me. I should look away as he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. But that long tongue of his is hypnotic. It wraps and curls around them, showing me exactly what it does to my pussy. My stomach feels tight from my orgasm and I can’t have him building me up towards another one like that.

“You’ll really let me go? This isn’t a trick? We’ll have sex and then I get to leave?” I quietly ask.

“Yes and like I said, you’re in control. Now tell me how you want it.”

I look between Bones and the bed, unsure of how to initiate. Sensing my uncertainty he holds out his hand for me to take.

“Don’t start acting like some prince now.” Knocking it away, I head to the bed and climb on. I’m fully aware of the fact that my ass juts out as I crawl as quickly as I can to the center. There’s no way he’s not looking. He’salwayslooking.

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