Page 51 of Leave Me Behind
“Fuck you.” I slap his face hard enough to tilt the angle he holds. He brings that deadly gaze back to me.
“You want to? God, you’ll get me excited if you keep hitting me like that, Bunny.” His eyes are filled with loathing and I reciprocate the hatred gladly. “Remember what I told you about leaving or I’ll end up ruining you?” He runs his fingers over the back of my neck, sending chills up my spine. “I think it’s time to break you bit by bit.”
I look at the ground and swallow the knot that’s building in the back of my throat. “I hate you.”
“Am I supposed to care?” He pushes me and I fall back onto the bed. Before I can get up, he comes down over me like a tidal wave. His hands are pressed on either side of my head, sinking into the mattress slowly. Those icy eyes are like a cold winter day, hollow and empty of anything that once lived there. “I’mincapable of feeling things as petty as hatred, but if I could, I’d loathe you most. I thought we already hashed this out in the water, baby.”
His masked nose is a breath away from mine.
I bite where his lips are.
He moves in time to evade most of my intended bite, but I tear the lining in his mask. It leaves a hole, revealing his gnashed teeth beneath. He stares at me like I’m a feral thing, evil lurking under his skin. My spine heats with dread and I know I’ve poked the bear too far.
“Oh, I knew you were into kinky shit like biting, but I guess you need to learn some manners,” he murmurs in a low, dangerous tone. He lifts one hand and pulls off his ruined mask, using the back of his knuckles to wipe off a trickle of blood from his lip. “Let me show you the kinky shitI’minto.”
His handsome face is shrouded with malice and promises unspeakable things.
Bradshaw stands and pulls his pants down without hesitation. His cock is swollen and already throbbing as he stares down at me. “Suck my dick,” he commands.
I’m still sprawled out on the bed, elbows digging into the sheets. My teeth grit together with abhorrence. “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He smiles at me and it’s the cruelest one I’ve gotten out of him, mainly because of how genuine it is. He seems pleasantly happy with this scenario.
“No teeth or you’llreallyget me excited and you haven’t seen mereallyexcited yet, Bun.”
I bury my teeth into my lower lip to keep myself from unsheathing the knife strapped around my thigh and burying it in his chest. “You think you’re the first man to force me to suck his dick?”
“I think you’re the first woman to spit in my faceandbite my lips in the same day,” he comes back harshly as he pumps his cock slowly, pre-come spilling at his tip.
The fact that I find it erotic disturbs me to my core. A beautiful, broken man who’s working his dick while telling me to suck it. That’s also why we’re so drawn to each other, because we’re both toxic and cruel.
Bradshaw must see the lust in my eyes, because his wicked grin grows. His curious eyes trace the curvature of my face and down my throat. He licks his lips and shifts on his feet.
“You like this, don’t you?” His voice is smooth for once.
I continue to glare at him. There’s no way I’m answering that question. And the sly raise of his brow tells me I don’t need to. He already knows.
“Oh,Bunny, you sick little thing. Tell me you aren’t into this too. The pain kink was already catching my heartstrings, butthis? This makes me want to brand you as mine.” Bradshaw smiles with his teeth revealed and it’s both absurdly handsome and bone-chilling. He tightens his grip on his dick and the veins pulse more prominently, the head of his cock swelling with the pressure he’s putting on it. His eyes narrow and his lips part as pain and pleasure dance over his features. He swipes the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock and brings the drop of pre-come to my lips, sucking in his lower lip and biting it as he pushes his thumb inside my mouth.
Oh my god.
Oh my fucking god.
I taste him. The saltiness and the heat. My center aches for him and he can see it written all over my face and in the way I suck on his thumb as he pushes it further into my mouth.
I can’t force my eyes away from him. The way his hips dip and form the V-shape down to his erection beckons saliva to pool in my mouth.
He watches me like a snake, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to strike. To constrict me and never let me go.
He hooks his thumb behind my lower set of teeth and guides my jaw to his cock. I try to pull back but end up whimpering at the way he digs his fingers into my jaw.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you swallow.” My eyes widen and shock rivets down my spine as his hand wraps around the base of my neck, fisting my hair and cupping the nape until my mouth lolls open. “Such a pretty mouth is wasted on you,” he says, voice dripping with disdain.
Bradshaw drags the head of his dick across my bottom lip. His pre-come is still blooming from his tip. I savor the salty flavor as he smears it over my lip, lubing it like gloss. He watches every movement with hooded eyes. Darkness collects in his cruel grin.
“I don’t hear you refusing this,” he says as he continues to smooth the soft, pulsing flesh of his dick over my lip. I hate him so much. But the fire that burns inside my chest also trails down to my core, making a painful, urgent need throb through me.
I want it. I want him.
After a moment of hesitance and deciding that I’ll just have to unpack my mental disarray at a later time, I let my hands move to his bare hips. I trace the grooves of his muscles and the abs that form a V tempt my depraved thoughts. My lips come down over his tip and I swirl my tongue around the soft flesh.
