Page 183 of Remiss
Clamping his mouth shut, he glared at her.
“Let me tell you what I really fucking think, you fucking asshole. If someone told you that, it was either to make you feel better or to get under your fucking skin. That bitch left you. She didn’t want you.”
“Shut the fuck up, Tabitha. Better yet, get the fuck out of my face.”
“Make me. You’re so pathetic you’ll believe anything anyone tells you just to make yourself feel better. Suddenly, she was too hurt to find you or to remember you?Bullshit. She didn’t want you,” she repeated, laughing wildly.
Diesel hated her so fucking much.
“You’re a sad sack piece of shit. A little bitch. A weak cunt,” she spat, swinging at him. “A spineless, fuckface coward who doesn’t deserve to be loved.”
He grabbed her and shook the fuck out of her.
She cackled, goading him to no fucking end. That’s what she did best. Pushed him to the fucking brink of killing her. Standing on tiptoes, she kissed him. There was nothing soothing in her touch. It was wild and ugly. His cock strained against his zipper threatening to burst free.
Lust darkened her eyes and flushed her face. Her fingers traced the outline of his dick. “This is all you’re really good for,” she told him. “Fucking. She left you because she couldn’t believe she pushed such a crybaby out of her pussy. What woman in her right mind could ever love a motherfucker like you?”
His breath sawed in and out of his lungs and he buried his fingers in her hair, snatching her head back. He started to speak, not knowing what he might say.
“Was it Meggie?” she demanded, opening her fucking mouth again. “Or that little cunt, Rebel?”
He twisted her hair. “Do you like living, cunt?” he demanded, guilt, anger, and pain colliding, tipping him over the edge. Back to the place he’d been before his run-in with Skylar, where he just didn’t give a fuck. “If you want to continue breathing, leave my mom and sister alone.”
She stared at him, her mood changing yet again. “I have coke at the condo,” she said. “Let’s go there. You can lick it off my cunt.”
“Tabitha—”
“Lay a line on my back and snort it up with a rolled up hundred.”
“Stop.”
“You want to fuck me and you want drugs. I can see it in your eyes. The hopelessness. I can make you feel good. You can fuck me in the ass. Flood my pussy with your load.”
Dragging her to his desk, he lifted her dress and ripped away her lacy thong. He unbuckled his belt, yanking it off and using it to bind her wrists behind her back. She was too cocky to be scared, laughing as he restrained her.
“Feeling kinky today?” she purred, wiggling her plastic ass and trying to entice him.
It didn’t. Her desperation had the opposite effect. His hard cock disgusted him, because even if Jana didn’t care whether he was faithful, he wouldn’t cheat on her, especially not with a raging bitch like Tabitha. He especially wouldn’t fuck his soon to be ex wife after the venom she spewed, all because she wasn’t getting her way.
He stepped back. She looked over her shoulder, icy blue-gray eyes filled with confusion. “Wrong way, dickhead.”
He still ignored her. Her words pounded through his head. He opened the cabinet where he kept extra office supplies, alcohol, and a few of his guns. He was so tempted to grab the loaded one, but instead, he snatched the unloaded weapon, then turned and jammed it against her head. At the end of the day, he didn’t want to kill her. He just wanted her gone.
She inhaled sharply, her body stilling. “Diesel—”
“Shut the fuck up,” he ordered, her crying not moving him.
She should know that her crocodile tears meant nothing to him.
“You are fuckingdeterminedto jerk my fucking chains, aren’t you, cunt?” he asked. “I’m so fucking sick of you. The only fucking way to get you out of my life is to blow you the fuck away.”
“Don’t kill me,” she begged.
“Who’s pathetic now?”
“I’m sorry—”
“Don’t fucking tell me that lie. You’re never sorry.”
