Page 167 of Maddox
“I just,” I mumble. “If you want me…maybe we can do something, ya know?”
“Hm,” he says, and I freeze when he swipes his disgusting ass tongue up my cheek.
Okay. That’s fucking gross.
Biting my lip, I welcome the coppery tang of blood as it slides down my throat and count to three before rasping, “I like to be on top.”
I don’t know what to do but I guess I’ll figure it out once I’m not eating dirt.
However, my skin crawls with every breath he takes, compounded when he says, “Oh baby.”
Thankfully he eases back, and I move to my knees, searching the ground while he shoves his jeans to his feet, only to bite back a gag when he thrusts his junk in my face.
It smells like old cheese, and I bring my hand to my nose only to divert at the last second, waving to the dirt.
“What? It’s fucking cold,” he grumbles, and I roll my eyes, thankful he can’t see my expression.
“I like it on top,” I whine and hold my breath. Will he take the bait?
“Fuck, fine,” he says, dropping to his back and bucking his hips. “Take off your clothes, baby.”
“In a minute, I want to suck you off.”
To my own ears I sound like a robot, but this douche can’t see or hear past his hard-on to the reality before him.
Thank god, my fingers brush the cool metal of the gun as I straddle his waist, and I desperately pray to a god that I’m not sure I believe in to make this end.
“Will you kiss me?” I whisper, tears pricking my eyes.
I wiggle my hips over his erection for good measure and he groans, “Whatever. Get it over with so you can suck my dick.”
As soon as our lips touch, I check out. I don’t taste or feel his tongue. It’s like I'm looking at him through a tunnel while he violates my mouth, and I raise the gun.
The first blow only dazes him but I’m ready and I slam it down against his skull again and again and again.
The dull crunch will live in my dreams rent free forever as I sit up and wipe my mouth before leaning over and retching beside his body.
The bitter bile replaces the smell of his rotten mouth though and I welcome the taste when I lose what’s left of the contents of my stomach.
It’s only when I hear shouts from the building that I look up and spy someone in the darkness.
Out of instinct, I raise the gun, and the man puts his palms in the air, saying, “Whoa. Easy.”
Draven. It’s Draven.
“What are you doing here?” I croak in a daze as a roar builds in my ears and cascades through my body.
She waves her hand, speaking but I don’t understand the words coming out of her mouth.
When she takes a single step toward me, I freeze before the shouts inside the building erupt into a frenzy, followed by gunfire.
“Shit,” she says, scooping me. “Run!”
I follow her in a daze, stumbling over the brush and slamming into trees while Draven maneuvers just fine before me.
Bitch.
Once we’re past the faint ring of light from the fire, it gets harder to see but I don’t slow.
