Page 20 of Killer Bones

My needs are many, dark, and I think, interesting. The human psyche is a strange place.

She curses me as I fasten her to the floor to pull off the remains of her dress, to unclip and remove her bra. I toss it all to the far corner of the room.

“Asshole!” she spits out as I sit and drag her onto my lap and wrap my arm around her neck, squashing the belt beneath. The chain clinks, loops, and falls down her front, her breasts.

The belt buckle tinkles against the chain as she pushes with her heels and arches. I catch those legs by trapping them beneath one of mine. Her little grunts and huffs are the chorus to the fight. It’s all so fucking horrendously musical.

She raises her arms, her fingers like claws on her intact hand. The bandaged one is bleeding again.

I warn her, “Don’t scratch me. You don’t want to know what I’ll do.”

That doesn’t stop her completely. She pushes at my thighs, squirms. I grit my teeth. It takes a lot to resist doing the obvious. I exhale through her hair, clamp my palm over her mouth. She winds down and doesn’t bite.

I do not need this woman wriggling on me.

She sobs out a muffled, “Wait. Wait.” I’m guessing that is due to my cock poking at her rear, which isn’t something I’m deliberately doing to her, it just is. I imagine myself inside her, throbbing while I discipline her thoroughly with teeth and hands, and with the belt on her neck.

This here is the best foreplay.

“Shhh. I’m doing nothing. Or nothing much.” I laugh but my heart thuds as I grind myself on her. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

I drag my hand down her face, curling out her lip, toying there before I go lower and find a breast to play with. Rubbing her nipple between finger and thumb, squashing it, doing the same to the other side, pinching her randomly, this draws muted squeaks from the girl.

She holds my wrist and plucks at it, her breathing erratic.

“I know you like this almost as much as I do.” She freezes, and I continue, “The struggle, the fighting until I make you lose. That I’m going to do whatever I like to you.” I crush her to me, one arm about the neck, the other barred beneath her breasts. My leg still traps hers. “That wasn’t a question. I read your stalker story and the other one.”

“Oh!” She twists her head and glares up at me, fierce as a baby lion.

Is she annoyed I read her fiction?

“You stabbed and drugged me!”

“Montez had you sedated. I’m not the one to blame.” Her glare stays. Okay, I was just a little to blame. “They overdosed you, and I saved you. Better? That’s probably not something I should put on my assassin resume.”

“You are so odd.” She takes a while to think it all through. “I need to go to the bathroom. That’s not it, is it? That?”

“That is indeed it. I’m cruel but I’ll allow this. Up.”

I release her and encourage her to stand. Her knees seem to wobble.

“Dizzy?” I allow concern to bleed through, and I undo and pull the belt off her, drop it aside—acting is one of my best features.

Then I wedge her into the wall with my palm between her shoulder blades.

I mean… Naked girl. Hot, naked girl.

She is pretty but not the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, which begs the question as to why she draws me into this rabid state. Tomorrow, Montez wants me to do things to her. Tomorrow is too far away. I’m not waiting.

Her ass looks lush, and that bruise from my teeth?—

Without warning, she bucks and pushes with her hand on the wall, trying to turn and move away. I grasp one ass cheek and hold her nape in the V of my other hand. I add more force to my grip, and she stops resisting.

Panting, she whispers, “I need to pee.”

“I know. I’m just being an asshole. See, this is more my style. You will pee when I let you. I have no idea where you think you’d go, even if you could run from me. You know, I like you wriggling. The buzz of the struggle. The beauty in being your god.”

The side of her face is smooshed to the wall, yet she dares to say, “You’re not my god.”