Page 56 of Sorrow

His hands tighten into fists on his thighs, but aside from that, I can tell he’s trying not to react. “He shoved his cock into your mouth?”

“It’s not like he didn’t have permission,” I remind him. “I just... froze.”

I don’t miss the deep growl that rumbles his chest a beat before he tugs me against his body. Almost like he needs the reminder that I’m here. That I’m not with him. “Hope his girlfriend chops his fucking dick off.”

“She didn’t seem nearly mad enough,” I comment. “I’d have killed him right there if it was me... but no one ever taught me how to share.”

“I know the feeling,” he mumbles, but speaks up louder with his next question. “So we’re done wi — you’re done with him?”

My stomach sinks. “Yeah. It’s done. Thanks for trying, I guess.”

“Good. Fuck that guy, he doesn’t deserve to own any piece of you anyway.”

I don’t know what to say. I have a million questions and I’m too scared to ask even one of them, so for a moment, all I do is cuddle closer. “I don’t know what to do, Hayes. I fucked it all up.”

“You didn’t. You just realized a little too late that he wasn’t your path. Doesn’t mean anything needs to change.”

“It means everything changes. Boo can’t move on The Sons until I’m safe and out of this town, and how do I do that now? Maybe I should start dealing for you,” I mutter. “I don’t see how else I’ll make enough money to get out on my own before The Sons kill my only sibling.”

“Dealing, no. I haven’t moved much since you started staying here anyway, and youaren’t going to start that shit. Are you saying you’re done being my personal little whore?”

He looks almost offended as he awaits my response, but I barely understand the question. “I didn’t say that. I wasn’t sure if our deal extended beyond what happened in the alley or not, but either way... you’re really gonna keep paying me for something you already had?”

“You thought some alleyway quickie would be where this ended?” Hayes snorts. “Nah. There’s still so much to do, Hurricane. So many things to... explore.” Slowly, he ghosts his finger along the vein in my neck with his eyes transfixed on the beating of my heart. “Things I believe you’d enjoy too.”

Blood, it has to be. He wants to hurt me, to watch me bleed. Goosebumps spread like wildfire over my skin as I meet his eyes — those cold, calculating, gorgeous amber eyes — and all I can say is, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats. “You’re sure?”

What does being sure have to do with it? I was sure Nate was the answer, I was sure my house wouldn’t burn down for no reason, and I was sure I hated Hayes Sarro. I was wrong about all of it, so what the hell do I know?

“What do I have to lose?”

The look in his eyes tells me it’s already far too late for me to back out anyway. “Freedom. I don’t know any other way to say this, but I have a feeling I might become a bit... obsessive once we start. I’ve never actually done this before, but every time I imagine crimson droplets sliding along your pale skin, I want to lock you up like a piece of forbidden art that exists only for my eyes.”

Fuck. My stomach flutters as I swear the room temperature rises at least five degrees. Can I handle him controlling me like that? What kind of a buffer will Boo be? I can cycle through every what-if my brain is capable of producing, but in the end, it doesn’t matter. I need this, and shockingly enough, I think I might want it, too. “From sun down to sun up, Hayes. You can have all the control you need.”

“What if that’s not enough?”

There’s a hint of uncertainty in his expression, mirroring my own.

This feels dangerous.

“What are you thinking?” I ask softly. “Just tell me.”

“What I’m saying is nighttime might not be enough anymore. Having to hold myselfback from fucking you all damn day — I think we need to tell Boo.”

Well, that’ll wake a person up.

“Are you high?” I blurt. “You really think he’s going to be okay with you just casually fucking his little sister? We’re not even in a relationship, Hayes. We’d have to lie about that for him to even consider it.”

“Is it even a lie at this point?” he argues. “Bitch boy is out of the picture. I haven’t even spoken to another chick since you moved in here, and you sleep in my bed every night. Is it so much of a stretch to tell Boo you’re my girl now? I mean, he knows how this story goes. Girl moves into guy’s house. Oh shit, there’s only one bed. Guy and girl argue, tension builds, they eventually fuck. You think he’s really going to be surprised?”

Is that all a relationship entails these days? Just proximity and lust?

Something about that doesn’t surprise me, but it does make me want to die just a little. “And what do we do when you’re done with me, or when I leave? Tell him our little love story just fizzled out?”

“One bridge at a time, Hurricane. You’re getting too far ahead of yourself here, and it’s impossible to predict the outcome. Wejust won’t tell Boo about the money part of it, and if you want to wait a bit to tell him, we can. I’m just saying we might have to eventually. Now that I’ve fucked you I can’t stop thinking about how your pussy felt squeezing my dick, and I won’t make it twelve fucking hours without having it again.”

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