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“Shut up!”
“You felt your first taste of importance while you watched the flesh melt off his skull—”
“I said shut up, Roan.” I snatched his wrist, trying to pull him out of me.
“But after he was dead, what did you have? Nothing.” Each horrible word pelted me like machine-gun fire. Every one a fatal blow. “Your sister still fucked off and abandoned you. Granny died to free herself from the burden of you. Did she hang herself too? Is that where you got the—”
Whipping around, I smacked him across the face. The blow snapped his neck—knocking him back and freeing me from his hold.
“Don’t you ever! Ever! Talk about my grandmother.”
Roan spun around, eyes flashing. He launched at me.
“Crazy, sadistic asshole,” I screamed.
We scrapped like WWE fighters. Roan pinned my arms over my head, sinking a knee on my thigh. I broke free and backhanded him across the face.
“I got it right, didn’t I?” His laugh bordered on insane. “Gammy left via razor blade and now you’re all alone. Oooh, poor baby. Did Mommy and Daddy kill themselves to get away from you too? Their birth-control-fail mistake.”
“Ahh!” Surging up, I drove my skull into his nose.
“Fuck!”
Dazed and in pain, he couldn’t stop my next hit.
I tackled him around the middle and threw him back on the bed. Scrambling up his body, I straddled him as my hands closed on his neck.
“Take it back!” Scorching, incendiary fury burned every trace of me down to the last molecule. “Take it back, you fucking monster!”
I squeezed tighter, popping his eyes from their sockets. Roan gagged, hand flying to grip my wrist. He knocked something aside, and there was the knife.
I grabbed and pressed it to his cheek. Leaning over him, I hissed in his face, “Say you’re sorry.”
Roan’s mouth worked. He strained to get it out. “Do... it,” he gasped. “Do it, you gorgeous, crazy fucking thing. You know you want to.”
Surprise broke through my rage, then he did.
Roan dipped inside my pussy again, setting a furious pace. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.
“Come on. Hurt me, baby.”
Yes, in that moment, it did cross my mind that I had lost complete control of my life. I didn’t know who I was, or what the hell I was doing, but I did know this: I really, really wanted to.
The tip split his skin, coming apart as a seam, and my hand drawing red ribbons down his cheek. Roan groaned—a glare of such ecstasy on his face, it undid me.
“Say you’re sorry,” I repeated. I moved the knife beneath his collarbone. “And mean it.”
“I’m sorry.” Roan let go of my wrist, leaving me to choke him as I saw fit. I heard the zipper yanked down to free his cock. “Course I’m sorry.”
I cut a slow, steady line down his chest. “More.”
“Your parents are freaking saints. Songs should be written about them. Let us bow down and worship at their statues for bringing you into this world.”
I rocked back on his fingers. I couldn’t help it. Roan had found a particularly interesting spot and was hitting it relentlessly.
Blood poured from his wound. A shallow cut that dripped uneven red lines down his chest like running paint.
“May your grandmother rest in peace,” he continued. “I know she was a strong, fierce woman who raised you to be nothing less. She’d be proud of who you are, Rainey de Souza. A woman who doesn’t let anything or anyone get in her way.”
The room was thick with our moans and the heady sounds of us getting off. My lower belly was tightening. Orgasm was swelling fast. I bounced faster on the balls of my feet, eager to bring her on.
“She’d be proud of what you did,” Roan gruffed, “so don’t feel an ounce of guilt. What you did was divine, baby. You’re a damn goddess.”
I seized—body jerking as an orgasm the likes of which could put me in the hospital, hooked and dragged me under.
“Not,” I rasped, “good enough.”
Holding the knife above his hip, I reared up and stabbed.
“Argh!” Roan bellowed, arching off the bed. Cum exploded on my back.
“Holy fuck,” he cried. Blood poured from the cut, soaking us in ichor and cum.
I collapsed on him, falling boobs-first on his face. My strength leaked out, leaving me a boneless, sated mess of limbs and sweat.
“Oh, yeah,” Roan said. He slid me down, pressing his already hardening cock to my entrance. “You’ll do just fine.”
“Wow.”
The dry voice snapped my head up.
“Can’t get a show like that on Pornhub.” Cairo leaned against the door. Who knew how long he’d been standing there. “Rain, come.”
I didn’t think twice. I clambered off the bed and ran to him, burrowing my face in his back. That spicy pine scent enveloped me as I did Cairo, hugging him from behind.
“Didn’t miss me too much,” he breezed. “Made yourself right at home.
