Page 59 of Silent Damage

I like it.

Good judgment leaves me like the building’s on fire, and I stop biting and start sucking.

My body rubs against his while I suck on his neck, giving him a massive hickey, but Jason isn’t struggling. He’s not even cursing or yelling.

He’s moaning—pressing my head against him, locking me against his neck.

And that’s when I feel it.

He’s hard.

And so am I.

His tongue trails along my neck, then up to my ear, before nibbling on the lobe, sending full-body shivers racing through me.

I moan, low and loud.

He leans back and coos, “Yeah, you like that? You like it when I use my tongue on you?”

I’m whimpering, but it’s not a show this time. I’m really doing it. Just mewling like a slut while Jason looks at me like I’m a piece of meat.

Then the son of a bitch lifts his arm, exposing his pit, and I just fuckin’ dive in.

“That’s it…dirty fucking boy. Lick it, you pig.”

Humiliation wafts through me in waves, but I like it.

Love it.

I lick his pit, relishing the smell of him. Jason’s musk isn’t ripe. It’s intoxicating. When he’s sweaty, he smells like pine needles and rubbing alcohol.

It’s perfect.

My eyes trail up to his face. He’s still got a black eye and a lascivious sneer that makes me hungry. But then I freeze—

His face shifts. It’s soft. Sweet. His eyes look kind.

It’s Jason.

I can’t help myself. I scramble toward his lips, desperate for a kiss, but he grabs me by the throat, stopping my lips from making contact.

“Talk. To. Me.”

And then it ends. He snaps me out of my lust, and all of the desire and hunger I had for him vanishes.

I latch both of my hands onto his wrist and knee him right in the nuts.

He lands on his side, cursing me while he cries out.

There are so many things I want to say—dying to say.

But he doesn’t deserve that. If he wants me to speak, then he—

The idea comes, and I don’t waste a moment. I grab a paper and pen, and write, “If you want me to talk. Earn it.”

Then I toss it at his face and leave the trailer.

Chapter 15