Page 52 of Kill to Love


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“Freckles.” I twisted around.

“I’m going to tie you up,” Dig Graves said standing behind me. He brought out two different kinds of rope from his pocket. “Which kind do you want? Jute or polyester?”

“I’m feeling a little dizzy,” I said.

Dig had taken precautions this time. He had bound my wrists behind my back with rope and bound my ankles right after and heaved me up, throwing me over his shoulder. My head hung upside down. My legs dangled over his front, and he used one arm to lock around my waist.

He carried me as if I were completely weightless.

Because he had not given me time to tie up my hair, it dripped down his legs and my nose bounced into his lower back as he walked. On occasion, as he stepped over a ditch, a corpse, a tyre, his leather jacket lifted and exposed a sliver of his skin between his belt and black t-shirt. Taut back muscles. He must be good at pullups.

I dug my nose into his skin and inhaled. God. He smelled like blood and fresh laundry.

He stalked away from the burning building and the horde of inmates going toward it and slipped through alleyways and back streets.

Through the broken glass windows in the building above, a shadow followed us.

“Where are we going?” I asked him. “I need to find the cannibals. Do we happen to be going that way?”

“No.”

“Oh, but I want to go that way.”

“We’re not going that way.”

“Oh, where are you taking me?”

“Home.”

“Oh, this isn’t the way to my home.”

“No, I’m taking you tomyhome.”

“Oh, I don’t want to go to your home.”

“You need to be quiet.”

“You need to smack me.”

“You're going to draw attention.”

“Oh, but I plan on drawing much atten—ah!”

He smacked my ass hard enough to cause me to jolt. The sting of the smack lingered long after on my skin.

I was instantly wet.

Squirming over his shoulder, I rubbed my thighs together as the spark of the single smack ignited a rush of bliss to rupture.

That unfinished orgasm was still berating me.

I was beginning to have the same taste in men as police.

“I’m going to scream,” I told him.

Another smack.

I smiled into his back.