Page 62 of Slaughtered Firefly
“Distracted?” The amusement in his tone made me smile; this little game was quickly becoming all or nothing.
His finger was deliciously pushing in and out of my wetness, just slow enough to be a tease. I didn’t want to admit to the distraction, but he had caught me. “Very distracted, perhaps weshould make things more interesting?” I turned my head and raised an eyebrow at him.
“What do you have in mind?” His amused smirk continued, just like his fingers, as he bounced the ball into my court.
“How well do you shoot?” I asked, biting my lip. I already knew the answer from the scoreboard next to the gun locker, and with his initials across the top on long range, rarely did the man miss by his score.
Asking him was a formality. He didn’t brag; instead, he shrugged. “I shoot well enough, why? Did you want me to pin you to the targets and shoot you?” The mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke had my heart pumping harder, and not just because he was slowly winding me up for release. The sliver of his Mafia descent shone proudly in that glint.Oh, my dear Sartori, you have the same jagged recklessness as your brother.
“How about we get out of here instead? Something tells me the range master wouldn’t take too kindly to fucking against a target while there is open fire,” I chuckled out.
“You should laugh more often, your pussy massages my finger in this delicious pattern,” he remarked seriously, which only made me laugh more than he withdrew and then sucked on my juices that coated his finger with a knowing smirk.
Dustin’s phonerang as we handed off the weapon and scope. He dropped my hand and stepped away to answer it.
“Well Miss Summer, I have never seen that man bring a woman to our range, he must be smitten with you,” Cody remarked as we watched Dustin’s phone call.
“Oh trust me you have it all wrong, we are nothing more than a casual fling,” I laughed awkwardly.
He smirked, patting my shoulder before turning away and helping another group set up. Dustin glanced my way. A look of concern crossed his face before he thanked the person on the phone and hung up.
He clasped my hand, and we walked out the doors together. “Everything ok? Have they called the swat team in search of me yet?” I chuckled nervously. Whatever that phone call was had Dustin on edge. He was less playful and more serious.
“Oh that, it was nothing. Just the lab tech calling on a different case, as far as the station is concerned you have been sedated and hospitalized for the remaining of the day pending the lawyers reckless disappearance,” he strained to say that last part in a neutral tone.
“You really hate him don’t you?” I asked, curiosity bubbling inside me.
“I hate how easy he has it in life, how he chooses to be the weaker man instead of fighting for what’s right,” he sighed as we got to his car.
“Sometimes fighting for what’s right is harder than it appears. You should know justice never prevails when it matters most. Cut him some slack, you have more in common than you think,” I remarked as Dustin opened the front passenger door. I opened the back door and sat down, not having any of his chivalry act. He huffed, slammed the door and got in on the other side and drove us away from the range. We sat in silence, both of us too absorbed in our own thoughts to continue the pretense of being a happy, normal couple. “Where are you taking me?” I asked after a few moments.
“My apartment, Mrs. Mathews.” He teased as his eyes locked with mine in the rear-view mirror. A chill rose in my body; something in the way he said it was no longer playful. It was serious on another level. Like he saw the real me. The curtain dropped, and it was no longer a game of pretend. I had to strike.
“You don’t seem like the apartment type Mr. Sartori, perhaps we should keep driving, keep pretending,” a fake optimism took over my voice. I lean up on the back of his seat. “Maybe I should strangle you with this seatbelt and rid myself of another Sawtooth bastard in my life,” I whispered in his ear. I had admitted whoDustin Jonesreally was; I spoke it without fear. The relief I felt not having to hide that I knew exactly who I got into bed with that night — it liberated me.
His lips crashed into mine as he forced my head sideways with his free hand; my teeth clashed against his as I halfheartedly fought against him. I knew he wasn’t going to harm me anymore than I could harm him. Armed with secrets and lies about the other, we held each other accountable. He swerved the car, and my body went flying to the other end. Blood dripped from his lip onto his chin, and I smiled. The iron taste of him clung to my tongue.
“That’s real sharp coming from the syndicate dynasty. How many innocents suffer under Midas’ realm? How many times has he sold you? Beat you? Raped you? Or are you his whore like it’s plastered on your backside?” He spat out the questions as he righted the car, continuing to our destination.
“That’s a low blow coming from someone hiding behind the justice system like he’s high and mighty. Maybe you’ve forgotten yourself in your attempt at playing the cop. News flash this is the real world not your deluded sense of self justice. But by all mean, take me in. Tell your precious station captain how you kidnapped me from the hospital, took me to a gun range, and then finger fucked me,” I rolled my eyes at his continued silence, his jaw ticked in anger but he didn’t make an attempt to respond. The car was charged with hatred and lust. He was too damn smug, and he knew it. It was candy I couldn’t resist. It called to my traitorous cunt.
I climbed into the front seat and sat down, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. Stared out the side window as I came to terms with the whole situation. I wanted to fuck him. I hated him. I was supposed to kill him, but there I was, dripping wet for him. The air vibrated with tension as he revved the engine. His hand gripped my bare thigh in a possessive claim. I wanted him. I craved him. His hand crept up my inner thigh, and I panted like a bitch in heat. Stop it. It was my body's response to the years of training. I had to stop this.
“The ‘whore’ branding was your sycophantic brother’s idea of punishment,” I laughed bitterly. Dustin slammed on the brakeshis hand recoiled. My head flung into the dash. His hands were around my neck, choking me before I could gather my senses again.
“What the fuck did you just say?” He fumed with anger, that calm, collected mask ripped away so quickly. This was not the rage of a cop; no, this was pure, unadulterated fury of a man who had lost everything. My stupidity just dangled the truth in his face like a carrot. I stared at him, a smile twisted on my face as he crushed my airway. My face was heated, my lungs screamed for air, and all I could do was smile like a psychopath. My pussy fluttered to life as it begged to be filled. I closed my eyes against the rising panic. If I could just hold out a little longer, it would be over. I wouldn’t have to continue in a world so cruel. I wouldn’t have to worry about my pussy needing to be used and abused. I wouldn’t be so broken.
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NAP
Present day
Agroan rumbled in my throat as I rolled over onto my back, looking at the stars. They felt like home. I remembered lying against the soft mossy earth next to Summer all those years ago. The nights were ours and no one else. We laughed and played together. There wasn’t an expectation to manage with her; we were just two kids. It changed when Midas’ parties started. That was when I realized things would be very different. I had to get up. I couldn’t risk staying here and dying, but as I looked out at the shapes in the sky, I thought it best to close my eyes for just a little while. Yeah, a little nap wouldn’t hurt.
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HARD AS A CAST
