Page 70 of Heart Sick Hate

Not that I thought he’s stab someone over it.

It should have scared me that Crew went to those lengths over one comment. But as I stood there watching Crew with his hand around the guy’s throat, spilling blood because he called me a bitch, deep inside I thrived on it.

I’m not sure who’s sicker anymore, just that we’re both losing this inevitable battle.

“You think you can handle someone else, when you can’t even handle the things I’ve still got planned for you?” Crew sinks his teeth into my neck and covers my mouth when I let out a strangled scream. “Tempting me like you’re not still sore from the first time.”

He pulls back and smirks.

“Sore?” I tip my chin up, challenging him because I can’t help it. “Was that supposed to hurt? Gotta tell you, Crew, I thought you were better at inflicting pain after hearing all the rumors. I’m a little disappointed.”

“Testing me like you can handle it.” His grip on my throat tightens, and my vision starts to darken now.

“Think I can’t?”

“Guess we’ll see.”

Crew releases my throat and spins me around as air rushes back to my lungs. He uses one hand to pin my chest to the side of the bar while he pulls my dress up over my hips with the other, exposing me to anyone who might walk by.

“Out here?” I’m not sure if it’s excitement or fear that prickles my skin with my question.

Crew rips off my underwear, chuckling. “Thought you could handle it, Echo? That’s why you were teasing me with your bratty little mouth, wasn’t it?”

He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling my back to him, and it’s so rough and sudden I clutch the wall for balance. One of his hands works his belt, his knuckles brushing my bare ass as he releases himself.

“Let them walk by and see you like this.” He pulls himself out, rubbing the head of his dick between my legs, coating himself in my excitement. “Let them all see who you really belong to.”

Crew shoves himself inside me in one brutal thrust. He hits me so deep at this angle, I almost black out from the intensity of him filling me. His arm wraps my waist, whilethe other one grabs the back of my head, holding me hard against the side of the bar as he fucks me.

“You want to be fucked like a whore?” His fingers tighten their grip on my hair, and he slams in harder. “Then take me like one. Out here where anyone can see you begging for my cock.”

I’ve pissed him off, either with my actions tonight or the reminder that at the end of this I still belong to his brother. But right now, I don’t care. Because I want him to punish me for all the wrongs I’m committing.

Light me up in flames and send me to hell with my sins because I need this.

I need the pain to remind me there’s still a reason to keep fighting.

He pounds into me with such force, I can’t keep my balance, but his arm holds me in place. Thrusting into me until my legs are shaking and the threat of being caught makes my entire body shiver.

“Crew.” My nails dig into the building, and I’m clenching so hard, he grunts like he’s in pain.

“That’s right, Goldie.” He hits me deeper, pressing me into the wall as he fucks me, leaning in so his lips brush my ear. “Take this cock like my good little slut. Lie to yourself and say you still belong to my brother. I fucking dare you.”

“I—” But he hits me so deep it takes the words from my lips; my body quivers, and I start to clench around him.

“Exactly.” He thrusts. “Whose cock is inside you right now? Theonly onethat’s ever been inside you?”

“Yours.” I think I say it. I’m halfway between coming and blacking out as dots spot my vision.

“This pussy knows who it belongs to, even when your bratty mouth tries to deny it. Squeezing me, desperate for my cum. This pussy is mine, Echo.” He releases my hair and reaches around to wrap his hand at the base of my throat. “Your sassy tongue, your body, your soul, the air in your fucking lungs. You shouldn’t hand yourself to the devil if you aren’t prepared to belong to him.”

Crew pulls out and spins me around. My focus zoning in on his dark steely eyes. My climax has barely faded as he shoves me to my knees.

“Open.” He squeezes my jaw.

In my pleasure-induced haze, I can’t help but comply. My lips part, and Crew shoves himself in.

“Relax your throat, Goldie.” He holds my hair, and even if his words are encouraging, he fucks my mouth like he fucked my body. Like he needs me, and he hates me. “Hollow your cheeks and breathe through your nose.”

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