Page 40 of Jerk

My grip on her hips tightens, pulling her swaying ass back on my growing staff. She gasps. I smirk. “Why are you here, Hannah?” I lower my lips to her ear, my fingers trailing each side of her arms. “If not to be under my control again?”

“There’s a party in my house, so I might as well have fun.” She’s swirling her ass on me like she’s in a music video. “Especially after I cleaned all this up.”

“If it makes you feel better, I cleaned your wetness off my belt.” She pushes back harder, my cock pushing against the silk of my boxers. “I thought you were only into sharp things, but I was mistaken.” She stops swaying, her body stilling like I uncovered some hidden secret. “Why don’t you admit what it is that turns you into such a good whore for me?”

“Fuck, Hannah.” The room rushes back to me when Vince comes in front of Hannah. “You look fucking incredible.”

“Go away, Vince.” My words fire out of my mouth, so firm that they make Hannah jump. “We’re in the middle of something.”

His eyes move between us. “Are you two a thing or not?”

“We’re not.” Hannah reaches forward, wrapping her arms around Vince. She keeps her ass pressed to me. “Don’t worry. He can’t handle me even if he really,reallytries.” She keeps her arms around Vince, making him move with us like we're a throuple.

Fuck that.

Grabbing a hold of her hair, I wrap it around my fist. Yanking her head back, the smell of strawberry and coconut comes with it. “You’re acting like a whore—fuck!” A pain strikes me, her heel digging into the tip of my slipper. It makes my hold slip before she leans further into Vince.

“I think we’ve made him angry.” She runs her hand through Vince’s hair as she giggles like some bimbo. She’s smarter than that. But she knows how to get simple-minded Vince eating out of her palm. “What do you think he’ll do if you bend me over that weird chair and…” Her voice trails as she cups her hand, whispering into his ear.

My fists clench, my heart jackhammering inside my chest.

“Rye!” A voice pulls me away from stomping Vince’s head in. Mac. He stands next to me, a concerned look on his face.

“What?” My eyes flash back to Hannah, who slides her nail up and down Vince’s bare chest.

“It’s Krystal.” And that’s enough for me to pull my eyes away. Mac tilts his head. “Come.”

What did she do now? Glancing back at the dining room, I follow Mac to the front door. Krystal leans against the wall, her head hanging.

“Krystal?”

When she raises her head, her left eye is dark purple and bruised. A long scar bleeds across her face, from her left eye to her lip.

My fists tighten, and I can’t hear the music anymore. Only the blood rushing to my ears as the entire room turns red. “Who the fuck did this?”

She looks up, her eyes blurring. “Dad.”

FIFTEEN

HANNAH

“Hannah?”

Vince moves in front of me, blocking my view of the rest of the party.

Is that it?

Did Rye really leave?

Glancing at the dining room entrance, I still don’t see him, and it’s been a while. I'm starting to think he’s not coming back.

“Do you really want me to bend you over that bench?” Vince asks. “If so, now’s a great time.”

Ew. Okay, I'll confess. I let Vince finger me in high school. Seven Minutes in Heaven. It wasn’t memorable, but he’s never gotten over it.

“I’m going for a smoke.” Not only did Rye leave me, but he left me with a puddle between my legs.

Why do I keep letting him touch me like that? Why do I keep letting him say those words to me? Is Ember right? Do I like his humiliation? Do I like his twisted games?