Page 83 of Grave Love
Heat floods my chest. I ball my fists, resisting the emotions.You think you’re the reason she’s happy?I mock myself. And I hate it. Hate, hate,hatethat I give a shit about anything, including her.
But I can’t help it. I focus on her.
“You’re ready, aren’t you?” I ask.
A dreamy, sleepy smile perks her lips, then fades from her mouth. She steps forward again, her feet clumsy. I grab her wrist and lift her to her toes. She dangles like Spanish moss, resting her weight on me.
“Mhmm,” she says.
She must think I’m asking if she’s ready to die. What I have planned is so much more.
I pull the choke chain from my pocket, then slide it around her neck. The chain falls down her chest, and I quickly lock the leash to it. I yank the tether, and she falls to her knees with a thud. She crawls through the house, following me like a dog. Palms and knees. A fucking animal. My chest expands, and I don’t question my response to her this time.
No one will ever compare to her. I know that now.
I drag her through the house. Down the hall. To the bed. She sprawls on the mattress like a corpse on display, ready for me to fuck and use. I hoist her legs onto my shoulders and gaze at her. Her eyes are lazy, barely open at all. She opens her mouth, whimpering as she takes each thrust. And I dig her out, taking everything she has, ripping her soul from the inside out. Then I tighten the chain, her cheeks reddening with blood, teasing her with that sweet ecstasy of relief. Of death. Lingering there. Giving her a taste. Her cunt pulses around me, grinding over that edge, falling down into the abyss, coming for me. She falls back, losing consciousness. She’s at my complete mercy.
And it makes me come too.
Afterward, my dick softens, my come oozing out of her pussy. I loosen the chain, then slide onto the bed next to her. I let out a sigh, waiting for her to wake up. She stays still. Resting.
I rub her clit, itching for that little twitch she gives me when I touch her there. She doesn’t move.
I prop myself on my elbow. Study her.
Her chest stays flat.
The little actress probably wants to excite me with the possibilities. It’s a sweet gesture, but I’m impatient.
I tickle her neck, teasing her with another conditioned orgasm.
Ren doesn’t move.
I clench my jaw. A blue and purple bruise traces her neck, red streaks from where the chain strangled her. Everything about her is frozen in time.
I pry open her eyelids.
Pupils like black grains.
She took something.
No.That’s impossible. She wouldn’t take something without telling me.
Would she?
A million thoughts spiral out of control. I shake her shoulders.
“Don’t fuck with me,” I growl. I slap her face. “These games won’t work. Cut the shit, Ren.”
A red handprint appears on her cheek.
Ren doesn’t move.
My ears throb with blood.
I can’t take her to the hospital. They’ll see the bruises on her neck and assumeIdid something. That I wanted her to die. That this is my fault.
My brothercanhelp her. He’s not much better than a hospital, but he can keep his mouth shut.
