Page 26 of On the Rocks
A sting radiates on my wet skin from his hand smacking my left cheek. “You better not fucking bite me either.”
I nod from his demand, and he steps back. My entire body throbbing in pain. I slide down the ceramic and turn before falling onto my knees. I don’t want to see his face. Which is even worse than his penis pointing at me. Seeking entry by tapping against my lips. Forcing access by yanking my hair until my mouth falls open.
He rams himself to the back of my throat. The skin salty and pungent from his earlier release. I gag against the tip, tears stinging my eyes from him choking me.
I have no choice.
I suck.
Hard and deep. Like I mean it. Like I really want him to be satisfied. He loosens his punishing grip, letting me take the lead. Letting me breathe.
This is temporary. I will do this, and anything else he wants, to buy time. Figure out what’s wrong with me. I will brush my teeth and gargle a whole bottle of mouth wash and take ten showers and I’ll be fine. I’ll be okay. I have a plan. I’m in control.
“Swallow it all you dirty whore. Swallow my come down your throat you filthy slut.”
Until his words slash through my plan. I’m wrong. I’m not in control. I’m a whore and a slut. Dirty and filthy with this man’s penis inside me. In my mouth. And I can’t make it stop. I can’t make him stop.
I jerk away, unable to hold back the bile racing up from my stomach and retch into the drain. My stomach lurching again and again until only long strands of saliva dangle from my lips. With panting and sobbing I can’t control. Even when he rears back and kicks me in the ribs.
I slide across the porcelain, slamming into the bench seat, and curl into a ball. Lying in disgusting water swirling with vomit, come, and dirt. Wishing he would just kill me. Knowing he won’t. Not with his cheerful whistle saturating the steamy air.
9
Chapter Nine
Inever expectedto come home alone.
Even the damn dog is lost without her. His tail wags when I step near him, but he refuses to surrender his post in the foyer. Not even to go to the fucking bathroom. So adamant against leaving without her holding his leash, the Lab had to be fucking carried downstairs for his walk.
Exhausted from our worthless bloodbath and the hell gripping my body without her here, I drop down next to him like a fucking pussy ass baby. He scoots closer, resting his head on my thigh. His gaze skipping from me to the door and back again. A small whimper whines in his throat. As if questioning why I’m here and she’s not. “I’d trade places with her in a fucking heartbeat if I could.”
Trinity’s sweet giggle tickles my skin from Midnight slinking across my chest, snuggling next to her nestled in the crook of my arm. I’m surprised he can even make the jump up since our platform bed sits so high. Damn clever though. Always waits until I’m done fucking her to worm his way in. Bright enough to love her like I do. “How did he lose his leg?”
He nudges her hand with his nose, reminding her he needs some attention too. Her delicate fingers stroke over the slick fur on his head and his eyes drift shut.
“His owners left him outside in a bad winter storm. It got so cold his paws froze to the ground. The other three healed, but the frostbite was too bad on that one and it couldn’t be saved.”
Motherfuckers. What cruel dumb asses.
“When we asked them how they could do that to him, they said…”
She shakes her head. That hollow look I fucking hate stealing the animation from her expression. “What?”
“They forgot about him.” Her voice falls to a whisper. Rooted with her own heartbreak. “I never have figured out how a person could claim to love something and then forget about it.”
Silky fur glides under my fingers. Smarter than all of us. He knew. Fucking realized Butcher couldn’t be trusted. Always growling when the bastard got near her. “Why didn’t I follow your instincts?”
His ears flick from a loud knock. Only to droop again when Noah steps inside the loft. Not the only one disappointed from the unrealistic hope stirring for an instant that the visitor could be her.
My brother doesn’t even acknowledge my stupid broken ass sitting on the floor. Just slides down too, tapping the stack of papers in his hand.
“McAdams has buddies on the defense committee. So he knew about the development for this device and somehow got a sample to Butcher.”
I can’t listen to anything until I know one thing. “Is it lethal to her?”
“No.”
That’s all I fucking need to know to keep going. To not put my gun in my mouth and blow off my fucking head.
