Page 150 of Bake the Town Red

I might be whining. I don’t care. Even with Tyler’s help, skinning a cold corpse would take an eternity.

“All night?” Behind his cruel, darkening eyes, there’s the old Tyler. “Are you sure?”

The man who’s staring at me is the one who wants to coddle me. Who puts me first before his throbbing dick. Before the orgasms he promises.

Is it bad that I crave both of them? That I like how he orders me around? Maybe.

So?

“Last year, on October 29th, I was exhausted. I finished killing this dude who snapped pictures of my younger customers. As in much younger.” I swing my body left and right, trying to wrench myself from Tyler’s possessive grip. Failing. “The pedo was huge, and it’d been twenty-nine days of no sleep and hard labor. My body gave up on me and I fell asleep here. Napped for an hour. I regretted closing my eyes the moment I started skinning him. Never again.”

“That’s why you weren’t home that night.”

“You remembered.” It’s part question, part statement.

“I remember every single detail about you. Fine, listen.” There’s a plan being devised inside Tyler’s clever brain. Despite his need and how he can’t stop grinding his cock on me, he has a plan. “I’m willing to make a compromise.”

Tonight is full of those, I guess.

“I like compromises.” Sand trickles down the metaphorical hourglass. Rita’s corpse is getting colder by the second. “I like quick compromises even better.”

“That mouth.” Tyler walks forward, meaning I walk back. We do that until the crease between my ass and thighs bumps into the table. “You want quick?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll give you quick.” He’s wicked. Terribly wicked as he hoists me up on the table and crumples my dress up to my waist.

His fist grips the crotch area of my tights.

It’s obvious what Tyler had in mind for me. I still pout and ask, “Another ruined set?”

I don’t mean to stall. But poking my bear lands me another sexy glare.

“Little savage, you make such a pretty liar.” He tugs at the fabric, using my scissors to cut right in the middle in a circle. My panties, those he just tears off with one hand. “Pretending to care about your tights.”

“Please,” I beg to be touched. “Please.”

“Pleading and”—he shoves two thick fingers into my pussy. Groans—“soaked.” Tyler’s hand on my throat is a collar. He chokes me and brings my lips to his. Talks while finger- fucking me. “So this is how it’s going to go down.”

“Yes?” I hold on to his shoulder and rock my ass on the table. It’s vulgar. It’s us.

“You know what? I’m not going to tell you how.” Tyler tears himself from me. Puts some distance between us by stepping back. He shakes his head and flashes me a plotting, sinful smirk. “This will bemysurprise toyou.”

“Ty.” My sneakers hit the black tarp fast and I rush to him. He’s given me what I want, except this doesn’t feel like a compromise. It feels like he’s letting go. “Are you going to watch me again?”

“Start skinning her.” He whips his hoodie off his body, tosses it on top of the oven. I guess my disappointment and abandonment issues show on my face, because he adds, “I’m not going to watch and I’m not leaving. Stop being a brat and skin her.”

“This better be worth it.” I grab the same scissors Ty used to slice through my tights. Turn around and cut off the zip ties I had around Rita’s wrists and ankles.

“You’re pushing it.”

“I mean it.” My back is turned to him. It’s probably why I’m being bold and taunting. Not the wisest when I have a predator unbuckling his belt behind me. “This better be worth it, or next year I’m adding you to my list.”

A stinging, searing sensation sparks in my right ass cheek, traveling higher. Reaching my throat. His belt. He cracked his belt on my ass.

“Asshole,” I growl.

“Keep it up.”

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