Page 187 of Mountain Boss

And I squeeze.

I squeeze as hard as I fucking can.

He writhes.

He claws at me with his other hand.

But I’m picturing Courtney’s eyes full of fear.

I’m remembering her telling me how no one has ever been rough with her.

And I’m thinking about how I want that to be her truth forever.

I feel the crunch.

Feel the fragile hand bones failing.

And I squeeze fucking harder.

His diaphragm finally releases, and he drags in precious oxygen.

I drop his hand and punch him in the face again.

He grunts.

Knees pound against my back as he rocks side to side below me.

I reach back and thrust my fist down.

My form isn’t good, but it’s good enough.

I do it again.

And again.

His tiny dick taking each hit.

A sharp cry finally leaves him.

I lean forward and slug him in the chest again.

If this motherfucker dies from lack of oxygen, that’s on him.

He swings at me with his unbroken hand.

And I fucking grin when I catch it. “If you insist.”

My hands are already sore.

My knuckles are split.

But nothing will stop me from fucking up his second hand.

I interlock my fingers, his hand trapped between mine, and I squeeze.

I think about Courtney asleep against my chest.

I think about her fingers entwined with mine.

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