AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Fuck, I’m in trouble.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
DIABLO
I emerge from the wreckage feeling slightly better, less emotional and hornier than ever. I’m bleeding from my arm, but I barely feel it, my adrenaline pumping through my body. Damn, I love cutting shit up. One time, my father brought me a corpse for my birthday. I spent all day hacking it apart. I emerged from that shed like a being fromAlien,and my brother nearly fainted.
Fuck, that was a good birthday present.
“Where is he?” I ask Casey as I stalk into the living room, sawdust trailing in my wake.
Casey turns his head and then thumbs toward the back porch.
“He’s on a call. Shit, your arm. You okay?”
“It’s nothing,” I say, waving him off. It’s just a scratch, just a small mishap. It happens.
I move to the back door and fling it open, the door cracking loudly against the wall. Skylar turns his head and glances over at me, his eyes dropping to the blood trickling down my arm.
“Yeah, I should be home soon,” he says softly, and I place a hand on my hip when he points toward the open door and mouthsgo inside.
My eyes roll, and he frowns.
“Yeah, it’s a complicated job. The kid’s a brat, but I’m keeping him in line.”
He smiles widely at me when I narrow my eyes at him, then grabs on to my uninjured arm and drags me inside, shutting the door and locking it behind us.
“Yeah, but I’ve got to go, Mom. I’ll call later. Love you.”
Those words make something dangerous well up within me. Love. What the fuck is that anyways? I don’t know if I can ever really feel it, can ever really experience it. I’m not sure I’m cut out for something that complicated.
Or maybe I’ve just never tried.
“What did I say about going outside?” Skylar asks, and I grab on to him, pulling him toward his room.
“I was looking for you. I need to speak to you. It’s urgent.”
He stops and plants his feet to the floor. “Is it about the fact that you’re bleeding profusely from your arm?”
“Nope,” I say, trying to tug and keep him moving forward, but I end up dragged into the bathroom instead. Partly because he’s stronger than me, but mostly because I can’t help but let him do what he wants. I hate that I love it.
“It’s fine,” I hiss as he pulls out a washrag, wets it, and then gently wipes at my arm.
“Whatever you need can wait until I make sure you’re not bleeding to death.”
“It’s fine. The saw slipped,” I explain, waving my other hand around. It’s making me uncomfortable with the way he’s handling me. Tenderly.
Since when do I like tender?
“Why do you have to be so gentle?” I say. “I’m not a child.”
Skylar glances up at me through those thick lashes and then grabs me roughly, his nails digging into my skin.
I hiss, my cock instantly perking up at the sensation.
“Is that what you want?” he asks softly. “Want me to put you in your place for putting yourself in danger?”
My mouth falls open when he reaches up, threads his fingers through my hair and tugs roughly, exposing my neck to him. My Adam’s apple bobs as I swallow in excitement.
