Tilting back my head, I relish in the way his fingers grip me tightly, holding on, anchoring him to me. His pleasured moans fuel my longing, and I pick up the pace. Without my hands, I use my body, desperate to show Bull this is more than just a fling for me.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans when I roll my hips, taking him deeper.
Something so sinful shouldn’t feel this way, so right. I don’t know why the universe has brought Bull into my life, but I can’t deny this undeniable pull I feel for him. No matter what he says, it doesn’t change how I feel, and feel, I do.
“If you’re messed up in the head, needing to hurt me to feel normal, then what does it say about me that I…” I bow my back, arching backward as far as I can go because the angle is ecstasy. “That I allow it? I have all these…feelings because of you. And I don’t know what to do about it.”
There, I said it.
Bull hisses, clutching my bound wrists and driving into me with impassioned grunts. Our movements are crazed, filled with untamed desire. He said he doesn’t feel, but I don’t believe him. I know he feels this. And I will continue to force him to feel because I won’t give this up.
“And what happens when you break too?” he grunts, hands around my throat and wrists. He bends forward and takes a nipple into his mouth.
Bouncing against him, I squeeze my eyes shut and give in. “I don’t…break easily,” I cry, shuddering as I explode into a million pieces. “You’re right…the pain…the fear…I like it. It makes me feel…alive.”
My orgasm is so fierce that I can’t gulp in air fast enough. But who needs air when Bull slams his lips to my open mouth, kissing me roughly and catching me by complete surprise. I cry into his mouth, my body convulsing because it’s too much. He continues to plunge into me, devouring my sex and mouth.
He is so incredibly warm, and when a sated groan escapes him, I know he’s finally let go too. He pulls out, spilling his seed onto my stomach.
We’re both breathless, the heat from our bodies setting the other alight. But when I finally come down from my high, I realize what he did. And so does he.
“There,” he pants, freeing my throat and wrists. “I fucking kissed you first.”
Yes, he did, and now, I am in so much trouble.
Bull
I never expected this to be easy, but I had a plan. It was all I could think about when I was locked up. But sitting in the dark, in a place I shouldn’t be, reveals my plans have diverted to something else. Yes, I still intend to beat what I need out of Kong before ending his miserable existence next week. That hasn’t changed. But what has changed is this…thing I…feel for Tiger.
It’s why I’m sitting in Andre’s apartment, waiting for him to come home, so he can tell me what game Carlos is playing. There is more to this. I know it. I doubt he would go to the extremes he has just because he’s after a piece of ass…no matter how fucking perfect that ass is.
If Tiger is in danger, then I intend to find out why. And when the door opens, opportunity comes knocking. Andre flicks on the light, scanning through his mail, oblivious to my presence. I’m lounging in a leather recliner which I have shifted so it sits in the middle of the room. A baseball bat lays across my lap.
I can’t believe this guy is muscle for hire. He is so fucking stupid. It takes him a full twenty seconds to realize something is amiss. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. I wave my fingers in response.
“I think it’s time we have a little chat.”
Andre frantically peers around the room for a weapon. Another rookie move.
“I know you were the one who attacked Lily.” Saying her name feels all kinds of wrong. When he opens his mouth, I raise my hand to stop him. “I’m not here to argue that fact. I’m here because I want to know why. What does Carlos want from her?”
Andre snickers. “You’ve got some nerve, breaking into my home and accusing me of attacking a colleague.”
“I’m not accusing you of anything because I know you did it. So, the question now is, why?” The wood whines under my palm as I grip the baseball bat, deadpanning him. “This time, I don’t just have my fists. This will be a lot easier on you if you just answer my question.”
“Fuck you. I’m calling the cops,” he threatens, phone in hand. But I call his bluff.
“Go ahead.” I rise slowly. “I’m sure they’ll be interested to know you attacked a woman, almost killing her in the process. So be my guest.”
Andre weighs over my response. He’s not going to call the cops. He’s just as guilty as I am. There is only one thing he can do.
Spinning quickly, he attempts to run—so fucking predictable. He doesn’t make it two feet before he falls flat on his stomach with a winded oof, thanks to the baseball bat I used as a javelin. His fat head was the target, and I got a fucking bull’s-eye. I don’t miss, remember?
He scrambles frantically, but his hands and legs are completely useless because I am on him before he has a chance to scream. Gripping his ponytail, I yank his head backward. When he squirms, I stomp my boot into the small of his back. “You’re just making things harder on yourself.”
“Fuck you!” he spits, his attempts to break free futile. He is really embarrassing himself.
“Tell me why you attacked her,” I press, in case he’s forgotten why I’m here.
“I ain’t telling you shit, freak.” It seems he hasn’t. He just wants to provoke me.
Sighing, I reach for the baseball bat. “Suit yourself.”
Unlike Andre, I don’t fuck around. And he learns that the hard way when I swing the baseball bat down behind me, shattering his ankle.
A moment of silence, then a pained scream leaves him while a pleased smile spreads across my face. “So, ready to talk?”
“You fucker! Motherfucker!” he bellows, twisting, trying to escape. I only press my boot down harder.
“Wrong answer.” I’m about to break his other ankle, foiling any dreams he might have which require the use of both feet, but he finally decides to play by my rules.
“Okay, okay!” he yells, raising his hands in surrender. “Carlos paid me f-five thousand dollars to scare her.”
“Scare her? Motherfucker, you almost killed her!” I exclaim, pressing down on his vertebrae.
He wheezes, unable to breathe. “I didn’t think she’d fight back. Things got out of hand.”
“Bullshit!” I holler, not believing a word. “Lily is a fucking spitfire. You know that.”
When he replies with silence, I decide to keep him talking. I break his other ankle.
Hearing the bones crunch feeds my soul, and I tip my face toward the heavens, exhaling.
“All right!” he cries, deciding now he wants to talk. “I was supposed to rough her up so she’d be scared and take Carlos up on his offer. But that fucking bitch had it coming! I couldn’t resist.”
Oh, my fuck…this cunt has a death wish. I can deal with that later. He’s no good to me dead—for now.
“Why did Carlos pay you that money?”
“He has big plans for her,” he reveals, turning my blood cold.