Page 16 of Freaks
““You ask too much, Angel,” he growled in a ragged voice. “I can take a lot of things, but…you can’t fucking touch yourself while you fuck me. I can’t take that.”
I could have stopped him. He’d earned himself someseriouspunishment for this kind of insolence, but I was too stunned by the feeling of his skin on mine, and the way his lips had scorched at my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “The moment you slid your pussy down onto my dick, I was a fucking goner. Now I’m going to have to make you scream or I’m going to fucking snap.”
His hands were all over me, his fingers gouging into my skin to the point of being painful, but I’d already given myself over to him. He was truly an evil mastermind. He knew there would be no recourse for his actions, because I needed him so fucking badly.
He rocked his hips forward, and I gasped.
“You can take me. Don’t worry, Angel. I’m not going to ruin that tight little pussy.”
When I’d realized he wasn’t going to hold up his end of the bargain, I’d counted on him taking a little longer to cave. But, honestly, I wasn’t all that upset that I’d had the keys to the Porsche taken away from me. He sweetened the blow; using a combination of his fingers, and his tongue and his dick, Fix coaxed two mind-bending orgasms out of me.
The third and final time, he came right along with me, and I found myself marveling at the sight of him as he threw his head back and cursed like the sun and the moon had just collided.
SIX
ZETH
I’d killed people for less than this.
I’d stabbed a guy in the armpit for giving me side-eye in a gas station once. I had been nicer than I should have. Could have shoved the shank into his groin and let him bleed out that way. Would have been pretty fucking quick. Messy, though. Nasty. Wouldn’t have been a clean getaway for me. But you know what? You gave me attitude, you reaped the rewards. It was that simple. Fix had given menothingbut attitude. Most guys laid eyes on me and they knew what was good for them; they laid down and died, or they walked the fuck away.
This Fix guy had slapped restraints on me and shoved me into a copper bathtub. Did I care that he’d thrown a clean towel at me, and that I’d been using it to cushion my neck? Fuck no. Did I care that I knew I was getting out of here within the next twenty-four hours, give or take a minute or two? Uhhh, that would be a hard no. Felix Marcosa had taken some epic goddamn liberties, and my patience was nowhere near as long as my dick. By the time I unfolded myself out of this bath, there was going to be fucking hell to pay. And guess what? The Prince of the Damned didn’t accept Visa or a Diners fucking Club Card, and a Mastercard wasn’t gonna get the ex-priest anywhere, either. Fix was screwed.
Officially.
Inevitably.
Unequivocally.
Sofucking screwed.
I would have laughed if my own thumb knuckle wasn’t digging me in the left ass cheek. I’d seen the pathetic, desperate light in his eyes back there in The Barrows; he was in love with the woman, this Sera chick. I almost felt sorry for the poor bastard. Women were wonderful, wonderful creatures, but boy did they complicate the fuck out of things.
The tap dripped on my foot—one large, offensive water droplet after the other. A loud, rhythmic banging started up in the apartment, two rooms away if my calculations were correct. Unmistakable banging sounds. The sound of a guy pile-driving his dick into a pussy. Un-fucking-believable.
They were out there, hooking up, and I was tied up in a fucking bathtub. Originally, I’d planned a little get-together at my place back in Seattle for this weekend. Would have been fucking perfect. A sea of naked, writhing bodies, tangled together, mouths on mouths, hands on skin, so many exquisite bodies on display. I would have had my choice of any of them, but no. I was stuck in fucking New York, one of my least favorite fucking places on earth, tied up in a bathtub while two other people got to fuck each other’s brains out within hearing distance. Least they could have done was fuck in front of me or something. I could have enjoyed the sensation of my dick getting hard, even if I wasn’t able to touch it.
And they didn’t just get the job done and move on with their day. Fix made sure his girl was screaming his name for a good forty minutes before he finally let her come. Hats off to the guy for that, at least. Afterwards, silence fell over the apartment, and I got fucking bored and made a point of falling asleep. The nightmares that plagued me whenever I passed out were goddamn brutal, but still, I could sleep through a fucking hurricane if I wanted to. A neat trick I’d picked up in prison. It was simple: you either learned to accept physical discomfort, screaming, shouting, and the constant possibility that you were going to get your throat cut while you were unconscious, or you never got any fucking rest.
It amused me greatly when I woke to find a perplexed Fix standing at the end of the tub with his arms crossed over his chest some time later. It had gone dark outside, so I must have been out cold for a while. With sharp, accusing, unnervingly pale eyes narrowed at me, the priest huffed out a sharp breath. “Sweet dreams, princess?”
“Yeah. Thanks for asking. I was fucking your mom.”
He didn’t skip a beat. “So you like fucking dead people. Stands to reason. Necrophilia’s probably the only way you can get laid.”
I let the dig slide. “Mmm. I was wondering why she was such a lousy lay. Very unenthusiastic. All makes sense now. Did your father quit fucking her when he became a priest? How’d that even work?”
A flicker of emotion chased across Fix’s face—a mixture of anger and expertly concealed pain. Maybe other people didn’t see through the façade, but I knew what that kind of pain looked like. I’d had plenty of experience with people shielding their flaws, their faults and their weaknesses over the years, that he might as well have been screaming it from the rooftops. I almost yawned out of disappointment. He was fucking predictable, just like everyone else. He had issues with his parents. Boo fucking hoo. I’d been hoping for something a little morecomplexfrom him.
“I have no idea,” Fix said lightly. “I wasn’t very concerned about where my father stuck his cock. I was more worried about getting my own dick sucked at the time.”
“Aaaand why is it that I don’t believe you? A good little boy like you doesn’t follow in Daddy’s righteous footsteps if he’s chasing pussy every night of the week.”
He did a better job of hiding his thoughts this time. His face was a blank mask. My lip curled up to one side as I watched him lean forward and stick his hand inside the bath.
“Plenty of room for two in here,” I jabbed. “If that’s what you’re into. I heard you fucking like a pair of teenagers before. Didn’t your pretty little girlfriend get the job done? With a mouth like that, I assumed she’d—”
