Page 71 of Heart Sick Hate

I do as I’m told, not able to move when his grip holds my head in place as he fucks it.

“That’s it.” He tips his head back, and the sight of how I’m pleasing him has me desperate to come again. When he looks back down at me, his gaze is heated. “Taste that, princess? Your cum all over my dick. I want you to choke on the taste of us, Echo.”

He shoves in so far, he hits the back of my throat, and I can’t help the tears pouring out of my eyes at the sheer force. My fingers dig into his thighs, but he doesn’t let me go. He fucks my mouth harder.

“I want you to taste how insane you make me. I’m going to be the first man to ruin every part of you, and if you still think there’s any escaping this, you’re wrong.”

I’m crying and coming as he hits the back of my throat harder, and his fingers tighten in my hair. His jaw clenches, and he might as well be the devil himself.

“Swallow me like a good little slut.”

It’s the only warning I get before his cum hits my tongue.

Crew fucks my mouth through his release, and I swallow what I can while the rest drips between my lips and down my chin. I’m a mess, and my legs quiver at the recklessness of this. At how I want him to use me until there’s nothing left.

When he finally relaxes, he pulls out, releasing me, and I slump back onto my heels, into the dirt outside this disgusting bar. My cheeks are stained in tears, and there’s cum on my chin and chest. Blood is dried on my neck and arms from where it rubbed off his hands. But as Crew tucks himself back into his pants and looks down at me, I’ve somehow never felt more perfect.

The hard, angry edge in his gaze slips, and he reaches down to help me up. Once I’m standing, he adjusts my dress back down my hips and wipes himself from my chest. I brush under my eyes, but I know I’m a mess.

I shiver, even if there’s no breeze, coming down from a high that has my insides plummeting.

“Here.” Crew peels his leather jacket off and wraps it around me, pulling me to his side. “We’re leaving.”

“My car—”

“I’ll deal with it.” He pulls out his phone and shoots off a text.

If I wasn’t shivering and on the verge of passing out from excitement and exhaustion, I’d ask questions. But right now, I don’t care. I sink into his side and let him hold me. I soak in the moment that would be sweet if he hadn’t just fucked me in the dirt like he hates me for being his brother’s girlfriend.

I pretend we’re not people who feed on this kind of twisted behavior.

Crew guides me to his car, and he holds the door open while I climb in. My eyes drift, and I’m not sure what to make of his expression as he pauses outside it for a moment, watching me through the window before walking around the other side.

I’m too tired to analyze it. If I do, I’ll want it to be what it isn’t. So instead, I close my eyes and disappear into the darkness while Crew drives us home.

21

Echo

“So pretty. So sweet.”

In the darkness, hands find me. Climbing like ants up a tree, but the bark is my legs and my skin prickles.

Jumping upright, I try to make sense of the shadow. Of the figure looming over me. I reach for the blanket, but it’s no longer there, pulled down on this stripped bed.

“It’s okay, sweet girl.”

His voice crawls my skin, my ears. Stale cigarettes and cat urine flood my nose.

“Go away. Why are you in here?”

He chuckles, those ants—his fingers—climbing up again.

“Shh, sweet girl. It’s okay. Stay quiet, and you and your mom will be fine.”

“Echo.”

I startle at Crew’s voice. My eyes fly open, and I shove his hand from my leg, fighting for breath.

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