“That’s it. Suck my cock, little rabbit. Do as you’re told, like the weak, desperate little thing you are. And when you come, you think of me destroying you. You think of my fat cock choking you,” I pant.
Her fingers move faster, her eyebrows knitting together in frustration before she pulls off my cock with a gasp. “Show me how much you hate me and make. Me. Choke.”
My heart stutters. I promise, I’ve tried to hate Valentina Reyes—I’ll vow to my family with my dying breath that I tried.But in this moment, I understand her.I ache for her in a way I never have anyone.
With one hand, I wrap my fingers back around her throat and squeeze, tight enough that I can feel her throat working as she tries to suck me down. I lose myself to the feeling of having her, of destroying her.
“Fuck,” I shout, squeezing her throat tighter. “I’m going to come, you dirty fucking slut.” My dick jerks, and as the first rope of release rips through me, my jaw goes slack. I barely register the words as they tumble from my lips, my release roaring my ears. “You’re going to make me come, baby.”
She moans around my cock, and if I wasn’t already shattering, I would be now. She’s perfectly vicious, a savage blade through the darkness, cutting me to the core, ripping free the hopes and desires I’ve worked so hard to keep carefully hidden. She’s my poison, my drug of choice, and even though I’ve taken great pleasure in destroying her mouth, it’s my soul I’m no longer sure is intact.
I feel her skin begin to quiver beneath my hand, and I release my hold around her throat. Tremors rack her body as the hard-earned release pierces her. I watch in rapt fascination as she soars before crashing back down, her eyes going from glazed to sharp in a blink.
I see her mind racing behind those impossibly long eyelashes, and without thinking, I help her to her feet, picking away the hay and dirt imbedded into her flawless skin. There’s a weighted silence between us, one I don’t know how to rectify.
Moments ago, I was sure and steady—hardened in my need to ruin Valentina’s life.
Now, I’m only sure I can’t go another second without touching her.
As I stand, I run my hand up the length of her leg and over the curve of her hip, reveling in the velvety expanse of skin,stretched over stone like muscle. When I reach full height, I smile at her.
Her expression widens, and I think about kissing her, but I’m stopped, the flickering of movement behind her drawing my attention away. McCrae stands in the doorway, his face a frozen mask of fury.
The moment’s passed, even I know that, but there’s still time for one more move toward destruction.
“Wouldn’t want anyone to know what we did, Little Rabbit.” I wipe a bead of spit from the corner of her mouth.
Valentina seems to realize the magnitude of what we’ve done, turning to flee. I expect her to act devastated at the sight of McCrae, but her back only straightens, her feet sure as they land one in front of the other. As she walks out the barn door and past McCrae, she meets his gaze and then wipes her lip again.
I swallow down a bark of laughter at the rage that contorts McCrae’s features. He watches her go before turning his murderous gaze toward me. We stand off like a couple of outlaws ready to draw, and then McCrae drops his arms, looking past me.
I’d forgotten about the bike, about what I’d do or say if I got caught. And then, when Valentina showed up, I no longer cared.
“What is my bike doing in here?”
I turn to look at it, my heart thundering anew. I shrug, nonchalant. “I’ve no idea. You’ll have to ask Valentina.”
His eyes narrow. “Are you lying to me?”
I meet his gaze. “I wouldn’t lie.”
McCrae’s Adam’s apple bobs, and I can see him fighting the urge to press further. Something stops him, and it’s enough to make me smile. “You’re afraid of her.”
“Why would I be?” he snaps.
“You’re afraid what’ll happen when you have the hard conversations. When you tell her you no longer want to be here. When you tell her you want her friend, not her.”
His mouth snaps shut, and he turns on his heel, storming away without another word. I exhale, my shoulders falling as I recognize the bullet I just narrowly escaped. If my housemates weren’t so ignorant of their emotions, I’d be fucked.
As it is, I’ve got the upper hand. I’m not ignorant to how I feel.I’m terrified.
TWENTY-FIVE
RAFAEL SANTOS
September 21st, 2024
“Where’s Jose?”My stomach drops before I even hear the answer—their faces say it all.
