Page 31 of Make Me Scream
ABEL
“What do I do?”I ask, trepidation seeping into my voice.
“Listen to me. Think you can manage that?” He sounds so fucking cocky, it makes me want to punch him in his throat.
“Fuck you,” I snap on instinct. Peris just waits, brow lifted like he knows what I really want—and fuck, I think I do. My skin is tingling with anticipation, like ants crawling along my skin. “Fine,Peri.I’ll be your fucking puppy.”
His full lips curve into a salacious smile, flashing his perfectly straight, white teeth, and my heart stutters as I stare.
I’m his puppy…whatever the hell that means.
I watch as Peris walks across my room to my bed and takes a seat on the edge, legs spread obscenely wide. “Crawl to me.”
I balk, even as my heart ricochets. “Excuse me?”
“Uh-uh.” He wags his finger patronizingly. “Good puppies don’t talk, do they, baby?”
I open my mouth to argue, but the arch of his brow has me snapping it shut. For some reason, I really just want tonot.
Peris was right. I want to forget it all for a while—and maybe this is how I do it.
My chest expands on a deep breath, and using the intake of oxygen to steady myself, I let my eyes close for a moment andcount to five. Only five—and then, I force them open and drop my hands to the carpet. It’s soft against my palms, nothing like any carpet I’ve felt in the past.
I can tell from touch alone that it’s clean and has been taken care of—not dirtied by bodily fluids and drugs and God knows what else—and that alone makes it easier to sashay my way towards the boy staring at me with a wild kind of hunger in his eyes.
Heat floods my face, and it’s impossible to keep eye contact. I drop my gaze to the floor, blinking rapidly and blowing air through my lips to cool the rush of warmth. Air skims the backs of my exposed thighs, making me shiver and shake.
“Jesus Christ, runt. You look ridiculous.”
His words bring me pause, and my legs stop of their own volition, more heat flooding my face—and this time, it’sshame.Something deep and dark and poisonous fills my gut. Peris’s brows tug together in anger for a moment before he reaches toward me, fingers beckoning me forward.
“Don’tstop,” He demands, and I can’t not listen to him.
Holding air in my lungs and tears in my eyes, I grit my teeth and let it go. Instead, I focus on the burn of my thighs as they rub together, the scrape of my skirt around them, the sting of the air, and the intensity of his stare on my exposed body.
It takes no more than a few seconds for me to reach Peris’s spread legs, and I find myself making a home between them, dropping my head onto his thigh and inhaling his musky scent. He shivers, muscles twitching.
I skim my nose along his inner thigh, following the seam of his shorts until I reach his groin, where I nuzzle, inhaling deeply. Peris sucks in air sharply. His fingers find respite in my hair and tangle into the bow’s strands.
“Such a pretty boy for me.” When I mewl softly, Peris chuckles. “Sound more like a kitten, though, don’t you?” He tugson the silky ribbons, drawing my neck back and exposing my throat for his viewing pleasure.
“You have such a pretty throat, Abel. Did you know that?” he says as he drags his index finger down the front of my Adam’s apple. He uses the blunt edge of his nail to outline each ridge of cartilage, pressing deeper into my flesh until I hiss, leaving a mark I’m sure will last for a while.
The thought makes my blood sing.
“What if I marked you?” Peris muses, and I hum, my eyes fluttering closed at the thought. How lovely would that be? Peris knows I love wearing his stains. “Permanently?” he adds, and I stiffen.
“Ohhh.” He chuckles darkly, sending gooseflesh skittering along my skin. “Don’t know if you like that, do you, runt? Interesting…” he muses as he scratches my scalp, and I can’t help the moan that escapes. “Go get your bag.”
I try to stand, but Peris pushes my shoulders back down. “No. Crawl.”Fine. He wants a show? I’ll fucking give him one.
I turn around on my knees and drop to my hands. Arching my back, I stick my ass out like it’s about to get fucked and slowly make my way across my room to my bag by my dresser. “Use your teeth to drag it over here,” he demands hotly, and I hate how hard my dick is, suffocated inside the tight confines of my spanks.
“Guess it’s fine my teeth are already fucked,” I mutter to myself as I snatch the dirty strap and drag the bag alongside me as I make my way back to Peris, ass still perched as high as I can get it.
“Good, runt.” He takes it from me and delves right inside like it’s his property. It takes everything in me not to snap at him to not touch my stuff, but another part of me realizes it doesn’t really matter. There’s nothing in there of real value, and he doesn’t give a shit about any of it anyway.
He only wants one thing.
