Page 103 of The Boy I Loved
The girl I loved was glaring at me now, her nostrils flaring with a newfound rage I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen on her before. It was beautiful. My lips parted as Stacy worked her body up and downmy shaft, the squelching of her wet cunt resounding throughout the room.
Hazel would see me do a lot of horrible things. That was the way of my world, and she wanted so badly to be a part of it. I tried to shield her from so much, but it was pointless.
When Tristan dropped his hand to the inside of Hazel’s bare thigh, his smirk taunting me from across the room, all I saw was red. At this point, it felt like he was using her against me. He could touch her, and I couldn’t due to the history we shared. My fingertips dug in even tighter, making the bitch on top of me whimper in response.
Leaning to the side in an awkward as fuck position, I reached for my discarded jeans, slipping my hand into the front pocket and feeling around. A frustrated breath tore from my lungs when I came up empty. Doing my best to turn them around, I tried the other pocket, my fingertips brushing over the familiar polish of my knife.
Jerking it from my jeans, I situated myself into an upright position, shielding the weapon in my palm for now.
With my other hand, I shoved Stacy down on my cock just as she’d eased back to the tip. A loud moan penetrated the quiet air, her cheeks turning pink with shame.
Don’t act all modest now, bitch.
Flicking the pocketknife open, I felt her freeze against me, fear merging with the desire in her gaze.
“Did I tell you to stop?” I snarled.
She hesitated a moment but slowly started moving again.
“Faster.”
As requested, she worked her body faster, her eyebrows creasing with concentration. A whimper slipped past her defenses, the lust beginning to take the driver’s seat again.
Just as she started trembling from exertion, her breathing coming out erratic, I brought the knife forward and slashed it across her throat. Blood splattered against my face instantly, and I’d neverfelt more alive. Adrenaline punched through my chest with a new ferocity, warming me from the inside out. Her hands instinctively went to her throat, her eyes wide as the blood poured through her fingers.
“No!” Lauren cried out, drawing my attention back to the two girls in that direction.
Hazel’s wide, watery eyes seared through my own, Tristan’s hand clamped over her mouth to keep her silent. He was protecting her, and I didn’t like it one fucking bit.
Discarding the knife on the seat beside me, Stacy’s gargled sounds echoing through the room, I continued to fuck her. Even when she went limp in my arms, falling against my chest, and had taken her last breath, I slid in and out of her with the same viciousness. Her father’s voice was on the flat screen again.
“Stacy, if you’re out there somewhere, and you see this … we only want the best for you. We just want to know that you’re safe and that you’re being cared for. We love you, Pumpkin.”
My balls slapped against her ass with every brutal thrust, my grunts filling the space. Blood covered us both, and it continued to pool on my chest where her head resided. Her wide, lifeless eyes, staring at nothing in particular.
My balls tightened, heat gathering in my lower stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was the kill, Hazel, the adrenaline, or the entire act of it all, but electricity trickled through my veins, causing my muscles to seize up. With one final thrust, I was spilling inside her with a guttural growl.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
HAZEL
What was that saying?
You never truly knew someone until you witnessed the darkest parts of them.
I thought I knew everything there was to know about Dominic Steel. We shared everything with one another. He was my best friend, and I was his. He was the boy who used to engage in burping contests with my dad after guzzling three cans of soda. He was the boy who used to race me through the woods and make me clean his dirty room if I lost. He was the boy who always took my feelings into consideration and never faulted me for being too sensitive when I knew I could be. He was the boy who brought me my favorite snacks when it was that time of the month.
Most of all, he was the boy I loved.
We’d gone from having eating contests, watching chick-flicks and horror movies, camping with our families, cuddling in the treehouse, attending middle school dances (as friends), telling one another all of our most embarrassing moments, to blossoming into something more. Our friendly touches became electric, looks became lingering, the heat of his body beside mine became moreprominent, and then he kissed me at last. But that wasn’t all—He also took my virginity. He made me pine for him for two and a half years, only to come back completely different.
All this time … I thought Dominic was being forced to do the things he did. Hell, that was what he said. But what he did to Stacy…
Hechoseto do that.
Everything I thought I knew about Dominic was a lie. I’d been right before. The boy I knew and loved died in that treehouse. There was never a chance for us.
My room suddenly felt empty. Stacy never came back, and she wouldn’t.
