Page 31 of Make Me Bleed
I need to.
“Actually,” he drawls as he follows me deeper into the room, each step deliberate, one for one. “From what I recall, that’s all you, baby.” He licks those lips, and I nearly tremble.
I scoff and roll my eyes. “Oh, fuck off. Making fun of the whore. How original, Peris. Get some better jokes.”
“Not joking,” is all he says, those golden-green irises peering into me. The whites of his eyes are bloodshot, and I can smell theliquor on his breath from feet away, but I don’t care. It’s driving memadwith want, and there is no way this is real.
I’m confused because he’s got this twisted back and forth going on. Seemingly mad one second, and then soft and sincere the next, and what is even going on?
How am I meant to take this?
“Okay…” is all I say because what else is there?
The tension in the room is as sharp as a piece of glass and as clear as one, too. I can see it cut between us, ready to slice and maim and destroy.
The question is, am I ready to bleed out?
“Why are you here, Abel?”
My eyes roll to the ceiling, following the textured pattern there for a minute as I roll his question around on my tongue, trying to figure out how I should answer it, before I settle on my usual.
No vulnerability tonight—or ever. No, thank you.
“I already told you. I’m working, and you’ve pulled me away from an already high-paying client who’s going to be very, very mad at me,” I tell him honestly. And the way his face twists is just priceless, honestly.
“What?” I drawl as I drop down onto the bed and lean back on my hands. I cross my legs and turn my head to the side, elongating my marked up neck for him. “Can’t handle the truth, baby boy?”
As quick as a flash, Peris is over to me, hand wrapped around my throat. I’m thrust down onto the mattress with his body pressing into mine. I can’t breathe as he steals the air from my lungs, squeezing tighter with every second that passes. His nose bumps against mine, eyelashes nearly grazing one another’s from our close proximity.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he spits—literally—in my face.
“Can’t—” I rasp, barely able to even choke that word out, but he only squeezes tighter, and my eyelids flutter closed, eyes rolling back into my head.
“Shut thefuck up,Abel.” It’s said so softly, I fear an angel is in the room, so close to me, rasping the words in my ear, but then, I can breathe, and light floods my eyes as Peris moves back, and all I see, smell,feel,is him.
It’s always been him.
“Okay,” I rasp. My throat is on fire, and the words hurt, but I forgot my place. He isn’t the same boy, and I sure as shit am not either.
“Okay?” he says, dark brows furrowed. “What do you mean, ‘okay’?”
I swallow thickly and struggle to sit up against the pillows, trying to make myself look as inviting as possible. “I’ll do whatever you want. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Whatever… what? What are you talking about?” He yanks his fingers through his hair, tugging harshly on the strands.
“What you’re paying for, of course,” I remind him.
“Paying…” he drawls and then scoffs so loudly, I wince, flinching away from the sound. “Right. How could I fucking forget.” He whirls around and searches for something until he finds his bag and pulls out a pack of smokes and lights one up right there in the middle of the hotel room.
“Uh… what are you… doing?” I ask, confused. “You know you’re not supposed to smoke in here, right?” It’s not like I care that much. I’m more so shocked at seeing a cigarette dangling from Peris’s thick lips. They’re pursed around the filter, andJesus,I swear my cock just twitched a little at the sight.
“Since when do you care about the fuckingrules?Abel Silver, of all people…” He mutters as he rolls his eyes with a scoff. He stomps over to the window and yanks open the blinds. It’s afancy ass hotel, so the door slides open into a balcony, which he opens. “Happy?”
I lift a brow, amused. “You’re feisty.”
“I’m tired. And too sober for this.”
“Too sober…” I muse. “So youdoneed to be drunk to fuck me, then…” The thought stings a little… okay,a lot.And I cross my arms over my chest to abate a bit of the hurt, but it doesn’t do shit.
