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If he lets me live long enough to see her again.

Wes is still looming over me, peering down through his mask like I’m shit on his shoes. “But I’m not like you. I don’t go around killing people. You got lucky there.”

When he steps back, my gaze lands on the bulge in his pants. My mouth goes dry.Oh my god. Choking me and nearly making me black out made him hard.

Hurting me turns him on.

I never thought Wes Novak had it in him to be sadistic. To get off on inflicting pain. Eliciting fear.

He leaves me with one final promise. “By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to wish I’d killed you.”

Chapter11

After

Wes

God,it felt so good to have my hands wrapped around her throat. Her eyes were wide while she was bleeding and trembling. Watching her cower in front of me, feeling her delicate little throat beneath my palms, made me want to wrench open that pretty mouth and make her suck me off.

I can’t do that, though. Can’t give in to that last bit of stupid, lingering attraction.

Violet has always been beautiful. Long brown hair, usually tied up in a ponytail begging to be pulled. Stunning hazel eyes, button nose, and a pouty little mouth. She’s so tiny. Can’t be more than five-three. More than a foot shorter than me. I can’t count the number of nights I’ve spent daydreaming about her tiny hands and perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.

Sure, in my fantasies I mix the pleasure with a bit of pain. Have her choke on my cock, drive into her from behind so hard she screams. But I’ve never actually thought I would do any of that. I’d be gentle, do whatever she asked to keep her around.

But I don’t care about keeping her around anymore.

In the locker room, I scrub the grime of practice off in the showers. In the other corner, Luke does the same in silence. Before Chloe died, Luke would belt some country song in an exaggerated Southern twang until I’d holler at him to shut up. He hasn’t been the same since my sister died either.

All because of Violet Harris.

My vision pinpricks when her heart-shaped face and round eyes pop into my mind. I squeak the shower off, wrap the towel around my waist, and stomp to my locker, shaking thoughts of Violet from my head.

Out in the locker room, my teammates watch while a puck bunny blows Trey in the middle of the room, his hand pressed against a locker beside him while he smirks down at her.

He smacks her cheek when he spots me. “Give the captain a turn. He needs a pick-me-up.”

The girl turns to me, chestnut eyes framed by hair of the same shade. Wrong complexion, different nose, thinner lips, but the color in her cheeks reminds me of Violet.

She flashes me a salacious grin, saliva coating her chin. My cock throbs when I picture Violet doing the same.

No. I block the images of her out of my mind as Trey tears open the puck bunny’s top, exposing her tits nearly spilling out of her bra. She gasps before giggling. Normally, we have a few girls in here at a time, their high-pitched moans and cries echoing. But I like when we get to focus on one girl too, admiring how many cocks she can handle at once.

I stride for her, ripping down her bra to expose her peaked nipples and pinch her cheeks between my thumb and forefinger, a flash of fear in her dark eyes that makes my cock twitch. “Hey, bunny,” I murmur.

I’m squeezing too hard for her to respond, but I don’t need her talking. I need her sucking. Making me forget all about Violet.

My cock springs out when I drop the towel around my waist. The smile fights to pull across her face. I slap her cheek with my dick a few times before placing the tip on her lips and finally releasing my hold on her cheeks to slide in.

Her wet tongue caresses the underside of my shaft, her cheeks sucking in because she knows exactly how to get a guy off. She lets out a little yelp when I push in all the way to her throat. She gags, and Trey groans behind me, already wanting back inside her.

I thread my hand in her hair, rubbing the back of her head like I’m giving her a scalp massage. She groans until I drive my cock deep into her throat in a hard thrust, keeping her head in place with both hands while I fuck her face.

Her nails bite into my thighs as she gags and chokes, but that only makes me fuck her harder. Rage pumping in my veins as I picture Violet on her knees before me, mouth wide and jaw coming unhinged to accept her punishment.

“I need to be inside her,” Trey groans.

I nearly growl when he interrupts us, pulling the puck bunny to her feet. He tugs her shirt and bra off while Brody yanks her shorts and panties down. She’s naked in seconds, every inch waxed and plucked in preparation for this moment.

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