Page 3 of Make Me Scream
His Adam’s apple bobs delectably, and a smile wavers before fixing itself confidently as he seems to find his composure. “And you’ve gone and completely fucked everything up, Peris.” His words slow the rapid rush in my ear canals, and I blink slowly at him, forgetting—almost completely—about my dick throbbing in the tight, hot channel of his ass.
I lose myself in the molten silver depths of his irises until I fall so deep, I feel repulsed by what I see on the inside. Something… a little too familiar.
My skin starts to crawl, like maggots have burrowed just beneath my flesh, and I’m dry heaving through the nausea when I’m dragged back into the present by sharp talons sinking into the flesh of my shoulders.
“Fuck you. You don’t get to do that. Not to me. And not right fucking now.” Abel’s sharp, crooked jaw is set tight. He’s ready for a fight—and boy, do I wanna fuckin’ fight.
“You wanna fight me, runt? You think you’re big enough for that?” I drawl, my eyes narrowing in the darkness. He doesn’t back down—not that I expected him to. No, he fuckingclenchesaround me, the little bastard.
“You and I both know you could never win a fight against me, Peris.”
I’m not sure if it’s his words or the cocky tilt to his head, but my fingers clamp around the back of his neck, and the next thingI know, Abel’s lying face down on my carpet, moaning into it as I rail into his ass.
I’m bent over him, my sweaty stomach curved over his bony ass. “Oh,God,” I groan. It feels like my cock issomuch deeper from this angle, and it’s fucking incredible. I pull out, shuddering at the suction before thrusting back in, my glans catching on Abel’s prostate with every other rotation of my hips.
He begins mewling and panting and drooling all over my floor, eyes half-lidded and rolled back, cheek pink with carpet burn.
He’s so damn pretty. And I lose myself in it—in him. Because he’s mine, and I fucking can. I dig my fingers into the scarred flesh of his ass and spread his cheeks, getting what glimpse I can of his pussy. Stretched and filled with my cock.
I circle his hole with my thumbs, stretching it until it’s gaping around me and he’s crying out. In pain or pleasure, I’m not sure, but I don’t fucking care because he’s sucking me back in along with the air around us, and the sounds are absolutely fucking disgusting. I never want it to stop.
It doesn’t take long for the heat to burn its way through my spine and into my groin, rushing out and into Abel. He groans as I flood him with my cum, his arm shooting under him to jerk himself off to the sensation of being filled.
“Fuck, runt,” I pant, thumbs rubbing circles in the dimples in his ass as I stare down at the pink sheen coating him. Abel whimpers, supple little body trembling below me as he rolls against me, fighting for one lastlittlethrust to get him there and… cum spurts from him with a breathless gasp, soaking into the carpet below.
“What the fuck was?—”
“Abel, honey?” Ma knocks on my door, jolting both of us to our feet. I scramble to yank my pants up, and Abel turns a sickly white—even more pale than he already is. His clothes arestrewn across the floor, and he trips and stumbles trying to find them and throw them on. All the while, his eyes never leave my bedroom door.
I blink at him a few times, stunned and feeling a bit sick before I’m able to find my voice. “Just a sec, Ma. Abel needs to clean up.”
“Peris!” he whisper shouts, face flooding red with heat. My gaze drags leisurely over him, taking pleasure in his discomfort.
“What?” I mouth back. I drop my eyes to his crotch, to where I know his ass isleaking my cum right this second…My molars lock together in an effort to maintain some semblance of control in this situation. “It’s not like you don’t need to,” I remark as I step toward him and place my index finger along his angular cheekbone. I follow the bruised hollow of his under eye and up over the crooked barbell in the bridge of his nose before grazing the feather soft tips of his nearly white, clumped eyelashes.
“You’re a mess, puppy.”
Abel sniffles before jerking backward, nearly stumbling. I reach out to catch him, but he pulls away from me, top lip curled into his signature sneer, and seeing it pisses me smooth the fuck off.
“I’m always a fucking mess for you, Peris.” And with that, he finishes pulling on his clothes with lightning speed and yanks open my door, only to slam it closed behind him, leaving me standing cold and alone and completely fucking naïve.
“Fuck!” I whisper-scream, grabbing the nearest thing I can find, which so happens to be my computer. I launch it across my room, barely blinking when it shatters against the wall, damaging the dry wall yet again.
“Peris!” Ma comes shouting into the room, flipping the light switch. Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are wide with panic as she takes in the scene before her—whatever the fuck that is. I don’t have it in me to care what she makes of the cum stainon my carpet, my discarded shirt, and the shattered computer below the hole in the drywall.
I look away, my chest and stomach filling with something cold and hollow. I’m used to heat and anger. Not this… This tingly numbbullshit.
But when I finally meet Ma’s gaze, when I see the disappointment there, I’m glad for it. Because at least if she’s disappointed in me, she’s not in Abel, and he still has a chance. She won’t let him go.
I blink, stumbling back into the wall at the realization I’d rather have my own fucking mother hate me than my goddamn foster brother…
The room spins precariously.What the fuck is wrong with me?
CHAPTER 3
ABEL
Feral screams burn inside me.
