Page 26 of Bully

I should have known that my pretty little Rainbow wouldn’t go down without a fight. I should have known she’d take me down with her.

But I never expected her to discover the blade tucked into my waistband while I was distracted by the sensation of her pulse throbbing against my palm in sync with the one in my hardening cock. And I sure wasn’t expecting her to hook her heeled foot behind mine, dropping me to my ass against the side of my car, following me forward until the tip of my favorite blade pressed against my sternum.

She coughed, rubbing her neck as I chuckled like a maniac sitting up to stare at her mockingly.

“My, my, my.” I hummed, “My pretty little Rainbow has some thunder and lightning in her clouds after all.”

“Shut up!” She hissed, pressing the knife into my chest firmer. “You’re a fucking nut job!”

“Duh,” I licked my lips and bent one knee, laying my arm over it as I waited for her to make her move. “I told you to get the fuck away from me.”

“Wrong.” She leaned over me and grabbed a handful of my hair, tipping my head back into my car as she stood over me. “You keep drawing me in. You keep forcing me to be around you for your own sick enjoyment, playing with me like a sick voodoo doll.”

I licked my lips, and her eyes fell to them, “And you keep playing right along. Like maybe you might win if you try hard enough.” I tilted my head, pulling at her hold on my hair until I moaned sardonically at the feel. “You need to leave.” I repeated.

“Why?” Sloane asked, twitching her hand with the blade in it. “Do you think I’m afraid of you?”

Leaning forward into the blade, letting it pierce through my shirt and into my skin, I grinned again. “You should be.”

We were playing a dangerous game of chicken, one that might leave me on a kabob in the end, but I couldn’t stop. I needed to see the depth of Sloane’s mind and how far she’d go.

I ached to see her win. To defeat me. Finally, someone I’d actually let defeat me.

Leaning forward again, her wide eyes fell to the blade, watching the blood pool in the thin white cotton of my shirt before snapping back up to mine.

“Do it.” I dared.

Chapter 12 – Sloane

“Justdoit!”Tamenhissed, leaning further against the incredibly sharp point of his knife that I held to his chest.

“You’re broken.” I whispered, pulling the knife away from his chest completely and stabbing it into the earth along the edge of the building.

A sane person would have walked away from Tamen, quit their job and stayed clear of the maniac sitting on the dark ground before them. A sane person would have run for their life, especially given how quickly he had been to threaten it in the beginning.

Maybe I wasn’t as sane as I thought. Letting go of his hair, I picked up his keys from the ground and clicked the unlock button on his Mercedez, “Take me home.” I demanded, stepping backward as his long legs bent under him to stand up. “And you owe me four hundred dollars.”

He gazed at me as though I was the unstable one before he reached in his pocket and pulled out a metal cigarette case, sticking one between his lips and lighting it up, all while never breaking eye contact.

“I could have killed you.” He tilted his head to the side, pulling the cigarette from his lips and tipping his head back to blow it up into the air instead of at my face. “I still might.”

Perhaps the moment frozen in time between us was my chance at setting the record straight and taking back some of the control he loved to hold over me. Or maybe I was still drunk from the bottle of wine I drowned.

Shrugging one shoulder, I pulled the cigarette from his fingers and took a drag, loving the way his eyes tracked my every motion the entire time. “And here I thought you were finally going to break the tension that’s been building between us and fuck me.” I popped my lips at him dramatically and then dropped the tobacco stick to the ground, crushing it with my shoe. “Take me home.” I repeated, walking around his car and opening the passenger side door to get in. “Or I quit.”

He rolled his jaw back and forth and then sighed, bending down to pick up his knife and stare at the dirty blade. “I should make you walk home for desecrating my favorite blade.” He wiped the dirt and earth off the sharp edge against his thigh. “Do you have any idea how dull it will be now?”

I sat down in the seat and shut the door, crossing my legs as he slid his massive body down into the car with that annoying grace of his that I wanted to both mimic and tease him about. “Don’t pout. It isn’t very becoming of you. Though I should have guessed you were a dicktim.”

“What the hell is a dicktim?”

“You in a nutshell.” I mused, forcing my hands to stop shaking from the adrenaline crash now that he wasn’t actively trying to strangle me and I wasn’t holding him at knifepoint. “You’re a dick, and then you play the victim when someone calls you on it. dicktim.”

He scoffed as if the word was unimpressive, but I also noticed the slight smirk on his face as he started the car.

Slipping my phone from my bag, I pulled up my payment app and found his name connected to the contact card, typing out a scathing message. I tucked it back into my bag and waited.

His phone pinged in his pocket, and he glanced at me from the corner of his eye before pulling it out and reading the message out loud.

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