Page 5 of Crave
What a goddamn bloodline our parents left behind.
He murdered her, can you believe that?
The words pushed in, leaving me to look away. But the blonde found him. “You know him or something?”
“Yeah.” I slid my hand from her neck and grabbed my glass. “Or something.”
The bottle in front of me didn’t last for some reason. Inch by inch, pour by pour it dwindled until I didn’t see one empty bottle, I saw two.
“You want to get out of here?” She slid her hand along my arm. “You can take me to your place.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You don’t want to go there.”
She gripped my jaw, forcing my gaze to hers. “But I do.”
Her brown eyes shimmered. No, that voice whispered. She didn’t really want to go to the murder house. But the thoughtdidn’t take hold. Instead, I drained the last dregs and reached into my pocket, pulling out my black Amex. “You know what?Fuck it.Let’s go.”
The card was swiped in a heartbeat. I grabbed the thing, then her hand and headed for the front. Doors opened.
“Mr. Ares, enjoy your evening” The bouncer called.
I barely heard him, sucking in the cold night air as I scanned the cars. Headlights flared as a sleek black BMW pulled around and parked in front. The driver was out in an instant, rounding the front to open the rear door. I climbed in, dragging her with me.
The door didn’t even close before she was on top of me. The sequins on her fucking dress scratched my face as she pushed her tits against my mouth. I didn’t have the goddamn strength to fight. Just take it. Take what you fucking want from me. I’m done.
We made it home. I couldn’t remember much, stumbling in through the rear of the house. My clothes dragged from my body as I found my room and stumbled inside.
“I’m gonna fuck you so well, you’ll never want me to leave.”
I doubted that.
I doubted that very much.
I gave a nod and a slur, saying something. Her hands were all over my cock, yanking open my jeans. Sharp nails stung the head.
“Watch it!”I hissed.
“Sorry.” She murmured, grabbing the back of my neck to drag my mouth to hers.
Jesus Christ. It was like getting mauled by a bear. All nails and fucking desperation. I stumbled backwards, hit the side of the bed and fell…and the bitch fell with me.
Lips, tongue.
Her mouth was on my cock, taking it all the way inside. How the fuck I was hard, I didn’t know. Still, I closed my eyes, fighting the muted wave of pain in my chest and the alcohol, trying my best to focus.
He murdered her, can you believe that?
That ravenous abyss in my chest grew larger as someone climbed on top of me. I didn’t even remember who. All I remembered was the image of that study the moment I opened the door and saw what waited for me.
Mom.
Dad.
And all the goddamn blood.
“That’s it, baby.”
I bounced and bounced and fucking bounced. My stomach rolled until the burn of alcohol splashed into the back of my throat.
