Page 50 of No, You Hang Up

That should bother me.

God, I should be so grossed out and bothered.

But I wonder instead if I’ve ever been more in love in my life.

“Oh.” I move to stand a little closer to him, and I can’t tear my gaze from his face. “That’s not what I was expecting. You’re umm. You’re really…” A slow smile spreads over my lips. “Probably a monster. But I’m not sure I mind right now.”

Suddenly I’m happy for the extra liquor still absorbing into my system, because I never would’ve been able to tell him that otherwise. “Anyway. I wasn’t trying to make this seem one-sided.” I feel like I owe him an apology for that, even though it’s not like we’ve ever gone on any formal dates or sat down to get to know each other. “I don’t know, I don’t think about talking about myself. I don’t like talking about my life or my family and I’m just not that interesting, you know? Certainly not as interesting as a serial killer who carries a constant supply of sedatives on his person.” I glance down at his shirt, as if he has some just sitting in his pocket.

“Midazolam,” he corrects automatically, for probably the fortieth time since I’ve met him. “And I don’t have any on me right now, so you don’t need to give me that look like I’m about to cough it up. I only had it that first night because I’d just come here from uh, participating in my favorite hobby.”

“You’d killed someone?” I don’t know why that surprises me, but I still glance up at him in shock. “Before you came here?”

“Oh yeah,” Hux assures me. “Oh,absolutely. They are very, very dead. Which you don’t need to worry about whatsoever. Would you like me to help you out, though? Should I tell you what you should be worried about?”

My stomach twists, clenching a little at that. “Yeah,” I murmur. “Tell me what I should be worried about, Hux.”

His face twists into that predatory, hunter’s grin. He shows his teeth in a feral smile, and leans forward to snarl in my ear. “Me.”

twenty-three

He kisses me once more, like a reassurance. His small smile seems even more like one, before suddenly I’m off of the floor and thrown over his shoulder. I yelp, kicking at him instinctively, but he just traps my legs against his chest and walks quickly down my hallway without banging my head against the walls, luckily for me.

Then the world spins again, and with a thump I find myself on my back on my bed with a gasp. Hux stands over me, only inches away, and there’s something about staring up at him like this, wide-eyed and on my back, that makes my stomach flip with fearful excitement.

“God, you look so good down there,” he purrs. “And I’ve been dying for you all night. Ever since I saw you with?—”

“Eric,” I interrupt, just to see what the blond’s name does to him.

Huxley doesn’t disappoint. His eyes widen just a little, and he seems to freeze above me while I twist, preparing to push myself up onto my hands.

“No.” Suddenly Hux’s boot is there, and he shoves me down on my back, though not hard enough to hurt me. “No, you lie right there.Eric.” He sneers the man’s name. “God, I should’ve killed him anyway and made you watch, pretty girl.”

Finally removing his boot from my chest, he shucks his shirt and kicks off his boots. “Come here,” he snarls, swooping down over me. His hand closes on the front of my t-shirt, and he yanks me to my knees, his finger looping in the chain around my neck so hard I gasp. “Say it again,” He invites, then with one hand he undoes the front of his pants to shove them down his to his knees. “Come on, pretty girl. Say his name again.”

Fear shivers up my spine, but yet again it’s chased with a tingle of anticipation. “Eric,” I say once more, knowing I’m playing with fire. “His name is Eric, and?—”

Then he cuts me off by pulling the chain tight around my throat, causing me to inhale with a shaky little gasp. Hux drags me forward, until my cheek is pressed to his hip.

“I’ll fuck your mouth until you can’t pronounce it anymore,” he tells me sweetly, letting go just a little, so I can lean back and he can hold me where he’s able to rub the tip of his cock along my lips.

“Open your mouth.” It’s definitely not a request. I have just a moment to look up at him and see the dangerous gleam in his dark, dark eyes that makes my stomach twist.

I do so, and once again he rubs his tip across my lower lip. Back and forth, smearing pre-cum over my skin. I shudder, resisting the urge to dart my tongue out and taste it. Until I don’t resist, and with a darting look up to his face, I let my tongue slide out just enough so when he moves again, I can just barely feel him against it.

But his reaction, his shudder, is immediate. His breath catches in his throat, and I have a moment of feeling victorious. At least until he catches on and notices me looking up at him through my lashes. “Pretty girl…” he warns under his breath. “You know what happens when you play with me, and you’re really starting to rack up points for a punishment.”

Naturally, he doesn’t let me respond. His finger stays looped in the collar, but he has enough slack to reach behind my head and grip my hair while he slides his length between my lips until its weight rests on my tongue.

I suck in a breath through my nose and relax my jaw just before he slams all the way back against my throat. A strangled, surprised sound leaves me, and my eyes widen as I look up at him. But I can see him preening at that, like I’m praising him instead of being surprised.

Or instead of half-choking on him, especially as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth in earnest. “I’d say that you’re good,” he murmurs darkly. “I’d say you’re perfect for me, but you want this too badly for me to think it’s a coincidence, don’t you? You want me to fuck your pretty, greedy mouth. You want me to ruin your cunt for anyone else. Can you say his name now?” he taunts. “Come on, try. I want to feel your mouth try to sound it out.”

He can’t really want me to?—

I gasp around another harsh thrust that has my eyes watering, and my back stiffens as I reach up to press a hand against his leg in protest.

“Come on,” he says again. “Say his name, Kai. What was it again? I seem to have forgotten, so I’ll need you to remind me what your pretty, blond friend was called.” There’s a warning in his eyes telling me to do what he’s asking, and it’s enough to have my insides twisting anxiously and a whine building in my throat.

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