Page 96 of Dreadful
“What’re you doing?”
“Have you ever thought about having kids, Tallie?” he murmurs, and my heart aches. I push the feeling aside and answer at least this question for him.
“Um…no. And I’m not sure why you want to think about itnow.”
“Because whatever happens to us, anytime we’re together, every drop of me is going into this cunt.”
Madonna mia, why is that so fucking hot?
“Anytime? So, this isn’t the last?”
“Why haven’t you thought about kids?” he asks instead of answering, and I huff.
“Because I didn’t think I’d live long enough to have them.”
He stills. The honesty seems to shock us both. His fingers slowly push his cum into my pussy, mixing it with desire.
“I feel the same.”
“But what do you have to be afraid of? I thought you lived the cushy life of being Claudio’s nephew.”
He scoffs. “There’s nothing ‘cushy’ about being the son of a dead Boss. And it’s deadly if the current one suspects you’ll overthrow him.”
“If it’s so deadly, why were you at the theater with him? And having dinner with him the other night?”
He steps back to meet my eyes with a Cheshire smile. “I fucking knew that maid was you.”
“Uh, what maid?” I wince, but I know it’s too late.
“I saw you in your costume on the CCTV. If I hadn’t installed all those cameras throughout the North End on my properties, I might have never caught you. But you’ve been quite busy, conspiring against my uncle and using me to do it. Why? After the drive-by, you have plenty of reason to go after him. But before that? Why did you leave a trail of bodies on your way to him? And what role did I have in all this besides to be some sick pawn of yours? I’ve been used enough in my life. I won’t let it happen again, not even with you.”
The genuine pain in his face leads me to nearly give in. But everything he’s saying is confusing the hell out of me.
“Answer my question first. If you hate Claudio, why do you play nice with him? You could take him down way more easily than I could.”
He sighs. “You seem to forget that I’m the one in charge here. You’re the one hanging in my aging room—”
“It’s notyourmeat locker. It was my—” I clamp my mouth shut. He almost got me, and he doesn’t even know it.
“So goddamn stubborn.” He shakes his head. Rage takes over his expression, and my heart stutters. “No. You know what? No more fucking around.”
He snatches his cane from the wall and spins it with one hand before catching it. A thrill shoots up my spine again, but this time, my body is ripe for pleasure. It floods my pussy and my body flushes with need. My mind screams, though, pissed and enraged that the man I just trusted could hurt me like this.
“Tulip. Remember your safe word.”
The command shocks me. Why would he want me to use it if he was going to kill me…
“You still want me to use my safe word?”
The anger in his expression softens to desire, but an evil smirk widens across his face. When he lifts the cane, anticipation flows through me. I bite my lip and brace myself for impact.
“Yes. I do.”
Scene 28
CANE-FESSING
Sever
