“Busy?” He sticks his neck out. Still smiling manically. “Busy humping me like a dog? Huh? That’s what you were busy with?” Snapping straight, he spins around and paces in place for a moment, then swiftly reaches around me and smacks my butt.
I yip, my glutes clenching with the smarting sting and my eyes rounding up at his seriousness. I try to rub it out, but he’s grabbing the print he left behind and yanking me close to his face, causing my hands to latch into his shirt.
“I wanna hurt you right now, Bunny,” he whispers, roaming his free palm up my side and swerving his mouth down to my neck.
My blood fizzes, subconsciously stretching my head over to accept his lips on his mark. “How bad?”
He groans hoarsely, kneading into the muscle of my butt and licking the hickey he left last night, his teeth scraping from how desperate he is. “Till everyone atVorethinks I’m killing you.”
It’s psychotic of me to laugh. I’m aware. But I am. Because the sick pieces that make me who I am—want him to do his worst.
I trust him to hurt me. I trust that he’d make the scars memorable.
Growling dramatically over my bubbly giggle, he nips at my neck and drags me closer, my back arching from how far he’s crowding over me. But he’s quickly loosening his forced grip and shifting his smile centimeters from my mouth.
He wantsmeto kisshim.
I want to. His plump lips are a breath from mine and he’s rubbing me into submission. But those sick pieces I mentioned are dangerous.
“I have to go,” I smile at him.
“And I’m following,” he promises.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
RAZOR
Raising my knuckles, I knock firm enough to rattle the wood, but soft enough to not draw attention.
Bunny’s changing into something that’s surely gonna make me rip it off her, so I have to be assertive and quick.
Duse opens their bedroom door, instantly narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, stepping far enough to the side for me to see Gwen aggressively tugging her hair rollers out from their bed.
“Yeah?” Duse rasps.
Annoyance shifts my eyes to hers, resting against the doorframe to lean in through the crack. “The fuck did I say?”
Tossing a sassy palm up, she slams it down to her hip and angles her head. “That wasn’t my fault, Razor. And it’s not my fault Bunny doesn’t know.”
Gwen tosses a roller to the carpet, leaning back on an arm without a single fuck in the world, just relishing in being oblivious.
It kind of ticks me off even more. All I’ve asked of everyone is to shut their fucking mouths and let me handle it.
In time. I need some more time.
And Gwen’s big ass mouth just snuck shit inside Bunny’s head.
“This is your warning, Duse. Don’t piss me off,” I say calmly, retracting from the nerves burning her cheeks.
Turning back through the kitchen, their door latches shut behind me, as if I’m gonna swivel the hell around like a slasher.
I shake my head, huffing out my irritation and heading toward Bunny coming out of her room.
She frowns, tugging her hair out from the strap of her distressed tank top.
My eyes are dilating. The swell has my vision clearing on her, and all the frustration I was experiencing is dissolving without a trace.
It’s innate to smile at her. And It’s a natural response to succumb to the trance she puts me in.
