Page 31 of Endure the Pain
“What are you doing, cuz? Pissing him off won’t keep him interested,” Rourke said.
“Let her do her thing. He’s fucking chomping at the bit,” Asher argued, and I did my best to tune them out.
Dustin’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “You’re a sassy little thing, aren’t you?”
I moved my hand from my hip to shove it into my back pocket, causing my breasts to jut out. His stare immediately dropped. “Well, you are holding my quarter hostage,” I flirted with my own smirk.
“I am.”
“I’m willing to negotiate for its safe return,” I said in a suggestive tone.
His brows lifted with intrigue. “I’m listening.”
Yeah, that’s right. I fucking got you.“Aren’t you supposed to list off your demands?” I asked, taking a step closer. “Ireallywant my quarter back.” I looked up into his blue eyes. “I might even be desperate enough to give you whatever you want for it,” I whispered.
Heat filled his eyes. “Whatever I want, huh?”
“You see, it’s my birthday and I was looking to be a little bad,” I said. “So do you want to list those demands here or do you want to take me somewhere a little quieter? You know, so I can hear them better?”
He tried to school his face to appear unfazed but failed. “Are you sure you can handle my demands?”
I snorted, with a cocksure grin. “There’s only one way to find out.” I held his eyes as I backed away, then turned and walked toward the bathrooms, and past them, toward the back entrance.
“He’s following. Don’t look back,” Asher said. I didn’t.
The hall that led to the back entrance was short. The door was within my reach when I was grabbed and pulled into the men’s bathroom. It was a small bathroom with one urinal, one stall, and a single sink. Dustin pushed me up against the door and caged me with his hands resting next to my head. A slew of curses filled my ear. I had failed to get him outside, which meant I had to kill him on my own.
His eyes were predatory and lust filled. Facts rushed through my head. He was bigger and stronger. I’d have to kill him with one strike, and it’d have to come by surprise. My gun wasn’t an option. I wouldn’t be able to get it out of my purse without him knowing. The knife tucked into the back of my shorts was my best option, but he’d have to be close and distracted for me to use it.
I took off my purse and let it drop to the floor. Next, I shucked my leather jacket because I didn’t want it getting in the way when I went to reach for my knife. Dustin watched silently, eyes devouring my cleavage. “Are you just going to stare?” I challenged.
One of his hands dropped from the door, circled around my lower back, and he pulled my lower half flush with his front. His apparent arousal pushed into my stomach. I locked my arms around his neck and forced him down to my level because he was a tall bastard. I slammed my lips against his and yanked on his ponytail hard to make him open for me to deepen the kiss.He growled and lifted me up by the back of my thighs. I hooked my legs around his waist and shoved a hand between us to grab him through his pants. “Lock the door,” I ordered.
His hands went to my breasts and squeezed hard. I felt panic bubble deep inside of me. My darkness quickly smothered it, and I did my best not to wince.
“No lock,” he murmured as he moved away from my mouth and started attacking my neck.
He continued to squeeze at my breasts to the point I knew I’d bruise. I couldn’t stop myself from sucking in a breath, but I did suppress the pain-filled whimper that threatened to escape.
He chuckled. “I thought you said you could handle me?” he goaded before he bit my neck hard.
I grasped and yanked on his hair just as hard. “Take me into the stall. Someone might come in.”
He looked annoyed but didn’t respond. He quickly carried me into the stall and slammed my back against the stall wall. He didn’t bother to shut the stall door before capturing my mouth again. He nipped at my bottom lip as he pulled the straps of my shirt and bra off my shoulder. His hand dove into the cup of my bra and he roughly yanked my breast out. His mouth left mine and moved to my nipple. As he sucked on it, I held him closer,pretending like I couldn’t get enough, but really, I wanted him fully focused on my breast while I reached for my knife. I let out a few moans for good measure, too.
“Maura, are you alright? We can’t see you in there,” Asher asked.
My finger locked around my knife and I pulled it from my pocket. “Oh,” I groaned loudly as I pushed the button to release the blade. “Kiss me,” I begged as I pulled his mouth from my breast. He eagerly obliged and plunged his tongue into my mouth. I put my hand on the back of his head to hold him in place, then I put the knife at his throat and sliced deeply from ear to ear.
His whole body jerked. I locked my legs and arm tighter around him, holding him close because I knew a fight was coming. The closer we were, the harder it’d be for him to get a good hit. Blood spilled from his neck, soaking my entire front. It took him a moment to truly realize what I’d done to him, as if he were in shock. Then he snapped out of it and began to struggle. He tried to push me off him and when that didn’t work, he slammed my back repeatedly against the stall wall. I let out a grunt but refused to let go. He hit me in the ribs, and I used my knife to cut at his arm and hand, hoping that would help stop him. I took a hard hit to the head and that really set me off. So I started stabbing him repeatedly on his side. He captured my wrist and tried to turn the knife on me, shoving it toward my face. I quickly leaned out of the way and tossed the knife away. Dustin took advantage of the distance I'd put between us and put his hand around my neck. He shoved me back easily, but my legs were still wrapped around his waist.
Why won’t this fucker die already?
The guys were yelling in my ear, demanding to know if I was alright.
We were both soaked with his blood. I struggled to hold his free hand away from my neck, but the one that was already latched on was successfully cutting off my air. I smacked his face and hit his ear. It didn’t affect him. I was starting to see spots when his legs gave out and we both fell to the floor. His hand released my neck and I sucked in delicious air.
Dustin’s body spasmed, but he didn’t come after me. I crawled under the stall wall to put distance between us just in case. I scurried over to the bathroom door where my purse was.