Page 80 of Make Me Scream
“What, Peris?”
“What?” I parrot. “What do you mean, ‘what’?”
Watching those gray irises roll makes me snap. I bend down and snatch his thick bottom lip between my teeth and bite down until I taste blood.
“Ow, what the fuck?” Abel mumbles, words muffled from my hold on him. I smirk, and when our gazes meet this close, we both go cross-eyed. “Let go,” he snaps the best he can.
“No.” I sink my teeth a little deeper, just to hear him hiss, and I relish in having the upper hand. My heart soars hearing his pain. It eases a bit of mine.
The roar of the crowd around us lulls into a dull rumble, easy to ignore with my runt’s pathetic little whimpers permeating my mind.
“Peris,” he whimpers, but it sounds more like “Pewis,” and I cave. I release him, swiping my tongue over his mouth before pulling back, licking at my own lips at the taste of copper.
“You drive me insane.”
“No shit,” he mutters as he drags his thumb over his freshly split lip. A bead of blood wells on freshly bitten pink, causing my dick to twitch painfully. I reach down to adjust myself in my jeans. Abel’s eyes drop to the gesture, and he snorts. “Really,” he deadpans. I don’t bother responding. He knows what he does to me, at this point.
“What are you doing, Peris?” Abel asks after a minute, slumping back against the wall with a dull thud. He lets his head fall back as well, and I relish in the way his braids curl around his shoulders, exposing the shaved sides of his head. His heavily pierced ears sparkle in the lights, and my fingers twitch at my sides to reach out and touch each and every one of them.
“What areyoudoing, Abel?” I snap.
“I’m playing a game,” he retorts easily, crossing his arms over his chest, lips curling into a smirk. He knows what he’s doing, the little fucker.
“Yeah,” I agree.Always playing a fucking game.“You’re ignoring me,” I add last minute, regretting it the second the words leave my lips, and his face splits into a smile so wide, I can see every fucking tooth inside his mouth.
“Ohhhh,” he drawls slowly, pushing away from the wall and stepping closer. My breath hitches when he places his hands on my chest and digs his painted fingernails in. “Am I, baby boy?”
“Don’t fucking play with me, runt,” I manage to spit out through gritted teeth, my eyes narrowed. My breaths come out stilted, and I’m dizzy.
“Why not? You love it when I play with you,” he drawls, dragging his nails down my abs until his fingers skim the waistband of my jeans and tuck themselves just inside to start a slow drag back and forth.
“In a room full of people?” I ask, but I don’t take my eyes off him, even as the music seems to get louder and the hum of speech magnified.
“You’re not an exhibitionist?”
“No, Abel,” I snap, nostrils flaring as I reach out and curl my fingers of my left hand around his bicep. “I’m not.”
“Shame,” he sighs, and I growl. “You’ve seemed to prove otherwise…”
“Don’t piss me off.”
“I thought you were already pissed off?” he muses, lips curling inward to hold back a laugh.
“Keep it up, runt, and I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you.”
Abel raises his brow and purses his thick lips. “You talk a big game.”
My smile drops from my face in the next second, and I grab his arm. “Let’s go.”
“W-what?” he asks on a shaky laugh, stumbling as I pull him along with me. I stomp to the front door, heading toward my car. “Peris, where are we going?”
“We’re leaving,” is all I say.
“But your party?—”
“I don’t give a fuck about the party, Abel.”
“Yo, Baxter, where the fuck are you goin’?”
