Page 68 of Slaughtered Firefly
HATE
Present Day
“Sometimes we think we are in love when really we are just in pain.” Dustin put his head in his hands as he said it. The weight of his reality had crashed into him. To admit that someone he loved had caused so much pain was overwhelming, to say the least.
“Pain is only the beginning,” I quoted his tattoo, and he looked at me, his face full of unsettling emotions. I caught his jaw in my hand. The confusion, worry, and stress of the last few weeks took their toll. I kissed his lips gently and whispered, “but love is the end.” I didn’t know if I believed the words myself. I was devastated after Shaw’s torture. Originally, I planned to kill Dustin; it would be the sweet revenge in a years-long scheme. I never thought I would be the one to fall — no, that’s silly. Love. Could I love the man despite his shitty ass family? Was it right for me to have another? Dustin was so different from his brother, both raised in the mafia madness, just two sides of a blade. One always gleamed brightly and the other dulled in darkness.
“Love?” Dustin laughed bitterly. “You think love is the end? You must think me a fool little firecracker,” His hand clutched my neck, squeezing tight. I clawed at his fingers in shock. “Love is a game and you’re a trickster. You think your little tale of torture will make me roll over and die?” The anger dripped from his lips as my heart raced. My lungs clamored for oxygen as he kept pressure on my airway. I felt the dizziness sink in as my eyes rolled backwards.Die, you stupid whore.My fingers slipped in their effort to pry Dustin’s hand free.
“No,” I urged him not to kill me, but my head spun; the throbbing in my ears counted down like an ever-increasing drumbeat.
“Look at me!” he shouted as his hand smacked across my cheek, and he dropped me. A whoosh sounded in my ears as Isucked in a ragged breath. The hacking fit I had made me gulp air greedily.
“Fuck you,” I spat as I calmed my breath.
“You’re a lying, cheating little bitch. Why should I believe a single thing you tell me?”
“Your brother has gray eyes, he is taller than you. You both have the same jawline but his nose is different. His hair is longer, shaggier. He doesn’t have as much Italian in him. Strong built and if he starts talking he never shuts up. He is expertly trained with a knife and will kill just for kicks.” I spit out every detail I could recall. It didn’t change the anger on Dustin’s face. He didn’t care.
I gulped another breath before continuing. “He has a scar on his left calf in the shape of chains. It’s old like a faded burn.”
Dustin sighed, falling back into the chair. “Dad was pissed that we snuck out to go drinking, I tried to cover for us, but he already knew the truth. He took us to his shop. We thought we were in the clear…until he pulled the chain out the fire. I lied said it was all my idea—” he cleared his throat, cutting himself off.
“Jesus, no wonder he’s so — ”
“What?”
“Damaged.” I sighed. We all are a little damaged on the inside.
“Where is he?” Dustin demanded.
“I don’t know, the Syns might have an alliance with them but we don’t share like that, you’re asking the wrong question,” I sat back, my stomach knotted. My best guess is that Shaw was where he always was, right next to that obsidian bitch eating out of her twisted hand.
“What question should I ask?” he implored as he came face to face with me.
“Does he want to be found? Admit it you haven’t seen your brother in what seventeen years? Do you think you could handle the horrors he’s been through? The horrors we’ve done?” I asked sincerely.
“I don’t care. I thought he was dead. I just want my brother.” He admitted.
“Then work with me. Let me help you. If you still can’t trust me afterwards kill me.” I remarked.
“What’s to stop you from turning on me and killing me yourself?” He asked after a moment.
“If I wanted to kill you I would have done it the first time I slept with you.”
He paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair. I stood and caught him in his pacing and turned him to face me.
“I know you hate me, we haven’t been honest with each other, but Ineedyou.” I layered a kiss down his jawline, and he gripped my hair and yanked me to look him in the eyes. I saw my lust mirrored in his eyes. I didn’t trust him — not with my secrets and definitely not with my body, but here I was begging for both.
He shoved me against the wall, his hand grasped my neck as his lips slammed into mine. I met his aggression. I hated that I craved him. It felt so wrong but so right. One touch from him was all it took to unravel. He was aggressive as he shoved his tongue into my parted mouth and as he suctioned his lips to mine. His forceful, feverish hands pulled the dress above my head as my hands unbuttoned his jeans in a rush. Our lips parted for half a second before he picked me up and slammed his cock into me. I screamed. The force of his cock stretched me without a second thought. No time to adjust — just pure fucking rage slammed repeatedly as my back caught on the brick. I grunted, trying to force my inner walls to relax, but I couldn’t. He groaned into my mouth, and I slapped him across the face as my teethsunk into his lip. He jerked out, and turned me around. My head was bashed into the wall as he sank his dick into me again.
“Fuck,” I hissed as the pain vibrated against my temple. My insides screamed to give them time to adjust, but Dustin didn’t care. I craved his pain; it was a punishment for being stupid, for getting caught, for falling. He twisted my arms around my back with one hand while his other grabbed at my breast. He pinched and pulled at it as he drew whines out of me.
“Ahh, that hurts,” I whimpered. He pinched my nipple so hard I thought I would bleed. His dick hardened, or was it my walls tightening? I wasn’t sure, but the pain heightened the pleasure. A moan fell from my lips as my hips jutted back to meet him. I didn’t understand why I was so fucked up, but the pain was exactly what I needed in the moment.
“You like when I hurt you little firecracker?” It was supposed to be spiteful, but it just sounded so lustful. The sensation of his cock as it slammed into me mixed with the brutal punishment my nipple was receiving built. I panted and moaned my approval. My hips rose to meet his thrusts as I threw my head back for good effort.
“Bitch,” he grunted. Both of us caused the other pain but were unwilling to stop and fight it out. His teeth sank into my collarbone as I screamed; my pussy spasmed against him. There was no relent as he continued to pound into me. The brick wall scraped against my stomach as he held me firmly. Goosebumps raced across my skin as everything tightened. His punishing pace and the angle he held me were too right. He released my wrist, and his hand stroked my clitoris between his finger and thumb. Pinches and pulls and I was crumbling in his hands, caught in the excitement. The lust clouded any anger I had as the pleasure built with the pain. His thrusts, the slaps of skin as I met his hips with my own. The delicious throbs that began in my clit. I moaned as he slammed me into the wall again. I barelycaught myself against the wall. “That’s it, just like that. Let go for me. Come for me. Explode for me little firecracker,” he groaned as everything tightened. The command sent me over the edge as my head banged into the wall. Stars broke against my eyelids as the entire lower half exploded on his dick.
