“Is that blood on her?”
What the fuck is with all this guy’s questions?
“It’s fake,” I say curtly. He raises a brow, and I bite back my annoyance. “I’m trying something new. Slutty girls in even sluttier horror outfits. A tiny miniskirt and a dash of fake blood to get your own blood pumping. Think of her as a horror whore.”Why the fuck am I overselling this shit and not avoiding the question entirely?Probably her messing with my head again. Or the drugs. Something’s scrambled my brain.
One of the bikers offers her his beer, and she takes it. As she brings it to her lips her eyes meet mine, and she smirks. My eyeballs are fucking twitching in their sockets. My teeth grinding audibly together.
Keeping eye contact with me, she downs the drink and flips me off. The men cheer her on.
Drag her out of here and fuck her right now. Better yet, fuck her in front of everyone. Take her over the pool table. Teach her who she belongs to.
“Not now,” I whisper to my dick, and the poor thing deflates with sadness. Jackson gives me aweird look.
I notice the way he’s been eyeing her up, and that gives me a new idea.
“If you want to try her, you can take her upstairs for a bit.”
He looks at me like I’ve offered a starving man the fattest juiciest steak on a silver platter.
“It’d be a shame to pass that up. How much?”
I pretend to think it over. “First ride’s free.”
He scoffs and turns his nose up. “She must be infested with something real nasty if you’re giving her away for nothing.”
“Nah, man. I just know that you’ll be back for more after you’ve had a taste.”
We both look over at her again. One of the bikers grabs her ass and pulls her closer.
“You alright?”
“Hmm?”
Jackson nods down at my clenched fists on the bartop, and I quickly relax them. “Been a long night. I need a drink. Something strong.”
He pours me a whiskey, and I knock it back in one. The usual burn in my throat is nonexistent as I swallow it down. All I can feel is howshe’smaking my body react.
“Another.” I hold the glass up, and I’m bringing it back to my lips before he has chance to finish pouring.
With a tight-lipped smile, I push the empty glass aside and pretend I’m not absolutely fucked up from the way Chloe is taunting me. “Would you rather have sloppy thirds after those big guys have stretched her out, or a nice tight cunt to satisfy you?”
“You’re serious? She’s all clean and she’s free?” He leans against the bar, looking at her in awe. I can’t blame him. She has that effect on people. People beingme.
“Deadly. Now you taking me up on the offer or shall I give her to those fine gentlemen who already seem to have taken her eye?”
Chloe says something quietly in the bearded guy’s ear, and he nods eagerly. They down what’s left of their drinks, and beardy grabs her by the arm to lead her toward the back exit, the other guy hot on their heels.
Teeth smacking together, my whole body coils tight as I watch her leave to fuck two other men.
You suggested it.
Technically,I only told her to keep them busy. She’s the one who kept interpreting it sexually.
Come on, you could have told her to make sure they keep their hands to themselves. After all, she told you she’s capable of killing.
For God’s sake. Why does my dick have more of a brain than my head?
“Last chance before the offer’s gone,” I say to Jackson.
