Page 105 of Make Me Bleed
If this is what our life will be like, I’ll gladly fucking take it.
Because this…
This is the kind of easy I’ve always wanted.
EPILOGUE
PERIS
“I am not wearing that.”I shake my head as I stare down at the… I don’t even fucking know what to call it. But whatever it is, it isnotgoing on my body.
“Why not?” Abel whines as he holds it out in front of him. It’s made of these clear beaded jewels in the shape of… well, frankly, it looks like a fucking bra. And he wants me to wear it. Under my suit.
I shake my head vehemently. “Abel. No. That is not going on my body.”
He juts out his bottom lip. “But, baby… Please…”
“No.”
“I’ll make it worth your while…” he says softly as he saunters up to me. He peers up at me through his mascara darkened lashes, and I feel myself wavering from that look alone.
Goddamnit.
“What, then?” I ask because I’m curious. Naturally.
“Tonight, after the game, I’ll bend you over and eat your ass so fucking good,” he says breathily, eyes darkening as speaks, andfuck,my heart falls into my stomach just imagining it…
“Then, I’ll get on my knees and let you fuck my throat until you come right down it.”
“Jesus fuck, runt,” I mutter, tightening my fingers in the hair at the back of his head. I draw him closer until our mouths are millimeters apart. “You gonna do all that for me? If I wear this for you tonight?”
“Oh, yes,” he says easily, nodding his head the best he can with my hold on him. His eyes are wide, lips parted as he breaths heavily. “I will.”
“Fine,” I agree before I can change my mind.
“You will?”
“Don’t question it, or I’ll change my mind,” I snap, and he nods, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, fuck, Abel,” I groan. “Give it here.” I reach for the… device as he holds it out to me.
“Do you want help putting it on?” he asks breathily as I hold it up in front of myself, and I feel myself nodding before I can really think about it. “Okay.” Abel trails his fingers over my bare chest, pressing into my tattooed pectorals, grazing my nipples, before he spreads the… article and slides it up my arms.
I shiver as the jewels glide up my arms and settle across my bare skin. Abel drags his fingers over me and the thing again before he turns around and glides his hand down my spine. I shiver at the light touch. Goosebumps burn their way across my skin, and my shoulders roll against it.
“You’re beautiful,” Abel murmurs, and I want to scoff at his sentiment, but my throat is tight for some reason, and I can’t really talk, so I just don’t say anything at all.
“Perfect,” he says once it’s clasped, and steps back.
“Okay,” I mutter, face hot because I can feel him staring at me. “I look ridiculous.”
“Peris,” Abel says seriously as he comes around to face me again, and I find his eyes.
“What?” I look down at myself and flush. I look like I’m wearing a jewel-lined bra.
“I promise you, you look hot as fuck.” And then, he reaches down to grab his obviously hard dick trough his jeans.
