His raspy voice is my undoing. I almost groan out loud at the ominous undertones.
“I bet you’re throbbing.”
My eyes fall to the gleaming knife, and my stomach tightens in response. I shouldn’t want him to use it on me, but I can’t deny the thrill.
He takes another step, and the complaining wood causes a spike of anxiety to rush through me. I throw myself over the couch and tumble to the floor, rolling through debris and dried leaves. I’m up on my feet in the next second, propelled forward by adrenaline. As I run for the doorway, something hits my back. I fall again. My chin smacks off the hard floor, and it takes a few seconds for the pain to register, but then it blooms across my shoulder blades.
What the hell?
What was nothing more than a trickle of fear before is now a burst dam that destroys everything in its path. I can’t get away. I’m wounded and unable to run. As his footsteps sound behind me, I try to crawl forward, my nails catching in the ridges. I cough, and blood splutters from my mouth.
He yanks the knife from my back and wipes the bloodied blade on his jeans while I continue to army crawl toward the door. It’s useless, I know it, but my brain still urges me to fight.
“Where are you going?” he asks, his voice morphing and twisting. “Are you in a hurry somewhere,little brother?”
A choked sob escapes me as he grabs my hair and hauls me up. Grappling with his wrists, I scratch and claw. Nothing works to dislodge him. I even try to kick out at him, but I’m weak, and blood is quickly soaking my T-shirt.
“On your fucking knees where you belong,” he snarls, pressing the knife to the underside of my chin when I continue to fight. “Maybe you should have checked if it was really Cole before you let a masked man chase you down like an injured rabbit.” He tears off his mask and tosses it to the side before flicking his blond hair out of his eyes. “But you don’t really care who hunts you, do you? As long as you get off on this little…kink of yours.”
Swaying on my knees, I glare at Jackson.
I should have known he wouldn’t let last night go. His ego was wounded at the party, and now it’s no longer about Cole—it’s personal.
“You want cock, is that it?” He laughs, cupping his junk.
I open my mouth to snarl at him, when a familiar voice says, “You should force it down his throat while I record it on my phone.”
Allie leans against the doorframe, with Jackson’s discarded baseball bat resting against her shoulder and a mask dangling from her fingers. She flashes me a cold smile. “It would make a perfect parting gift for Cole.” Pushing off the doorframe, her heels click on the floorboards. “Did you really think you could get away? You stole what’s mine, Blaise.”
“Fuck you,” I growl, and Jackson whacks me with the knife’s handle. My head whips to the side, and pain radiates through myskull. I bite down hard on my tongue to keep from whimpering. Fuck that. I refuse to show weakness.
While my head pounds, I’m vaguely aware of Jackson securing my wrists behind me with a zip tie. Allie keeps talking, but I struggle to make sense of her distorted words. She’s blurring before my eyes. One minute, there’s one of her, and then there’s two. Laughter bubbles from my lips, my face wet with blood. Jackson must have split my brow when he hit me with the knife’s handle.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jackson snarls, fisting my hair and exposing my throat with a hard pull on the matted strands. A sharp sting follows as the blade nicks my skin.
Allie’s heels sound on the floor, and she slows to a stop in front of me. “Did you really think Cole could want someone like you? I’ll let you in on a secret.” She crouches down in her too-tight jeans and tries to cup my cheek, but I pull away.
If only I could strangle her with my bare hands. I’d love to watch the terror in her eyes as I squeeze the breath from her lungs. I bet she’s pretty when she’s dead.
Undeterred, she digs her sharp nails into my chin. “He likes a wet pussy.”
I bare my teeth. “I’m going to kill you.”
“The only one who will die here tonight is you.” Patting my cheek, she stands up and nods to Jackson behind me. It’s all the warning I get before a piercing pain trails a hot path across my throat, and I choke as blood pours from the deep gash.
Allie pretends to pout. “Don’t worry about Cole. I’ll be his shoulder to cry on.”
“And his cum bucket.” Jackson chuckles, shoving me forward. My head hits the grimy floor as I topple over. I drown in my own blood, my body jerking as a sharp heel digs into my cheek. Allie peers down at me through the strands of her cascading hair. “I’ll see you in Hell, Blaise?—”
I startle awake with a gasp and clutch the quilt to my sweaty chest.Fuck…The nightmare is still vivid in my mind, and it takes me a couple of seconds, or maybe minutes, to gain my bearings. I’m in Cole’s bed. His side is empty.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, scrubbing at my face. What the hell was that dream? It seemed so fucking real.
I drop my hand and check the time on Cole’s nightstand. It’s still early hours. Where is he? How is he awake already after letting me paint him in cum not once but three times last night?
Flopping onto my back, I drag my hands down my face but pause when the door opens. I peek between my fingers to see Cole, dressed in only his black boxers, enter the room with a tray of…breakfast. He must see the look on my face when I lower my hands because he sniggers as he takes a seat on the mattress. “Don’t look so shocked. I figured you would be hungry after last night.”
And just like that, I’m hard again. I swear he’s a drug. One fix was all it took, and now I’ll never get enough.
