Page 13 of Make Me Scream (Visceral #2)

ABEL

“What do I do?” I ask, trepidation seeping into my voice.

“Listen to me. Think you can manage that?” He sounds so fucking cocky, it makes me want to punch him in his throat.

“Fuck you,” I snap on instinct. Peris just waits, brow lifted like he knows what I really want—and fuck, I think I do. My skin is tingling with anticipation, like ants crawling along my skin. “Fine, Peri. I’ll be your fucking puppy.”

His full lips curve into a salacious smile, flashing his perfectly straight, white teeth, and my heart stutters as I stare.

I’m his puppy… whatever the hell that means.

I watch as Peris walks across my room to my bed and takes a seat on the edge, legs spread obscenely wide. “Crawl to me.”

I balk, even as my heart ricochets. “Excuse me?”

“ Uh-uh. ” He wags his finger patronizingly. “Good puppies don’t talk, do they, baby?”

I open my mouth to argue, but the arch of his brow has me snapping it shut. For some reason, I really just want to not.

Peris was right. I want to forget it all for a while—and maybe this is how I do it.

My chest expands on a deep breath, and using the intake of oxygen to steady myself, I let my eyes close for a moment and count to five. Only five—and then, I force them open and drop my hands to the carpet. It’s soft against my palms, nothing like any carpet I’ve felt in the past.

I can tell from touch alone that it’s clean and has been taken care of—not dirtied by bodily fluids and drugs and God knows what else—and that alone makes it easier to sashay my way towards the boy staring at me with a wild kind of hunger in his eyes.

Heat floods my face, and it’s impossible to keep eye contact. I drop my gaze to the floor, blinking rapidly and blowing air through my lips to cool the rush of warmth. Air skims the backs of my exposed thighs, making me shiver and shake.

“Jesus Christ, runt. You look ridiculous.”

His words bring me pause, and my legs stop of their own volition, more heat flooding my face—and this time, it’s shame. Something deep and dark and poisonous fills my gut. Peris’s brows tug together in anger for a moment before he reaches toward me, fingers beckoning me forward.

“ Don’t stop,” He demands, and I can’t not listen to him.

Holding air in my lungs and tears in my eyes, I grit my teeth and let it go. Instead, I focus on the burn of my thighs as they rub together, the scrape of my skirt around them, the sting of the air, and the intensity of his stare on my exposed body.

It takes no more than a few seconds for me to reach Peris’s spread legs, and I find myself making a home between them, dropping my head onto his thigh and inhaling his musky scent. He shivers, muscles twitching.

I skim my nose along his inner thigh, following the seam of his shorts until I reach his groin, where I nuzzle, inhaling deeply. Peris sucks in air sharply. His fingers find respite in my hair and tangle into the bow’s strands.

“Such a pretty boy for me.” When I mewl softly, Peris chuckles. “Sound more like a kitten, though, don’t you?” He tugs on the silky ribbons, drawing my neck back and exposing my throat for his viewing pleasure.

“You have such a pretty throat, Abel. Did you know that?” he says as he drags his index finger down the front of my Adam’s apple. He uses the blunt edge of his nail to outline each ridge of cartilage, pressing deeper into my flesh until I hiss, leaving a mark I’m sure will last for a while.

The thought makes my blood sing.

“What if I marked you?” Peris muses, and I hum, my eyes fluttering closed at the thought. How lovely would that be? Peris knows I love wearing his stains. “Permanently?” he adds, and I stiffen.

“ Ohhh. ” He chuckles darkly, sending gooseflesh skittering along my skin. “Don’t know if you like that, do you, runt? Interesting…” he muses as he scratches my scalp, and I can’t help the moan that escapes. “Go get your bag.”

I try to stand, but Peris pushes my shoulders back down. “No. Crawl.” Fine. He wants a show? I’ll fucking give him one.

I turn around on my knees and drop to my hands.

Arching my back, I stick my ass out like it’s about to get fucked and slowly make my way across my room to my bag by my dresser.

“Use your teeth to drag it over here,” he demands hotly, and I hate how hard my dick is, suffocated inside the tight confines of my spanks.

“Guess it’s fine my teeth are already fucked,” I mutter to myself as I snatch the dirty strap and drag the bag alongside me as I make my way back to Peris, ass still perched as high as I can get it.

“Good, runt.” He takes it from me and delves right inside like it’s his property. It takes everything in me not to snap at him to not touch my stuff, but another part of me realizes it doesn’t really matter. There’s nothing in there of real value, and he doesn’t give a shit about any of it anyway.

He only wants one thing.

“How many of these do you need?” he mutters to himself as he pulls out a few lighters at a time.

“More than you’d think,” I mumble.

“What was that?” he snaps, eyes darting to me. “Got something to say, pup?”

I shake my head, jaw snapping shut.

“Good.” He tries out a few lighters, growing frustrated when the first few don’t ignite, but when the fifth brings a flame and his smile is illuminated by it, I shiver involuntarily.

“Come here, Abel.” He pats his thighs, and I find myself pushing myself up on shaking legs, breath coming out in panting little gasps as I turn away from Peris and drop my ass into his lap.

My own are shaking as Peris dips his head to press his face into my neck, his breaths hot and damp against my throat.

“Scared, runt?”

I don’t dare answer, but my responding tremble is answer enough.

Peris chuckles darkly, and my entire body vibrates with it, blood and body singing.

I moan, head rolling back onto his shoulder as I melt against him.

His arms wrap around my waist, coming to rest against my hard dick squished against my pubic bone.

“Let’s get these off you.” Peris wedges his fingers beneath the band of my spank shorts and eases them off my hips. The second my cock is free from the confines of the spandex, I gasp and thrust my hips into the air, causing them to puddle to the floor at my feet, where he leaves them.

Peris hikes my skirt up my hips until it resembles a microskirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. I flush as he stares down at me, mouth grazing my sweaty flesh.

“Look at you, runt.” At his command, I scrunch my eyes shut, humiliation filling my veins. Fingers tangle in my braided hair, ripping strands from my scalp. The pain makes me gasp, and I open my eyes to find golden-green glaring into me. “I want you to look at yourself.”

“I don’t need to,” I rasp.

“Because you know how fucking hard you are for it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good.” He leans forward and nips the tip of my nose, making me shudder. “But I still want you to look.” And so I do because he told me to—and Peris is in charge right now, by all the fucking power in my body because that’s what I want. What I need.

Precum is leaking from my hole, oozing onto the ruffles of my skirt that’s bunched underneath it, staining the material. I wince, wondering if that’ll come out, but then, Peris swipes his fingers through it, and I don’t care.

He brings them to my lips, and I lick it up. “What’s it taste like?” he whispers into my ear. I tongue his index and middle fingers, getting every bit of precum I can.

“Salty and a little musty,” I answer as honestly as I can. “Kind of tangy, I guess.”

“Tangy,” he muses, lips pursing. He trails his fingers across my exposed abdomen, tickling me before gathering a smidge more for himself. I gasp when his own tongue darts out, and Peris sucks my precum off his own finger, dark brows drawn together in contemplation.

“Yeah, pup, you’re right. Tangy. Just how I like it.”

“Jesus Christ.” I tremble.

“I do wonder,” Peris goes on as if I didn’t speak at all.

The hiss of the spark wheel sounds like static in the room.

I tense from head to toe, every muscle in my body locking on default.

Peris chuckles, fingers still dancing over my body, meandering wherever he pleases.

His lips flutter over my pulse point, and my head feels so heavy against his shoulders.

“What it would feel like to have one of your fucked up smileys here…” I nearly scream as plastic traces its way down my shaft.

“You want one there, puppy?” Peris licks from my collarbone to my ear, the tip of his tongue tracing the green stone in my stretched earlobe. My body is quivering with adrenaline, and nothing’s happened yet. “You can answer me.”

“I-I don’t…”

“Come on, Abel… Let’s be honest here.”

“Please.”

Peris pauses in his perusal for a moment, the drag of the lighter along my shaft stopping as well. “Repeat that for me, pup.”

“Please.” Softer but more certain. My voice doesn’t waver, and I don’t feel as sick as I say it. Because I mean it. I do want it. The blinding pain I know it’ll bring.

Because it will be—blinding and unreal. Surreal and unbelievable and all fucking mine.

Except it won’t be.

It’ll be mine and Peris’s.

We’re going to share it.

Fuck.

“Fuck. Yes.” The shnick of the lighter makes us both shiver. The small orange flame erupts the room, making it seem much brighter, yet much darker than it really is—a paradoxical oxymoron.

Peris’s hand trembles slightly, and I reach out and wrap my fingers around his. Together, we hold the lighter, watching the flame dance until the silver has charred and I know it’ll burn like no other.

The adrenaline keeps my dick hard, as does the feel of Peris’s panting hot breaths against the side of my neck, even as our hands bring the faded pink Bic closer to my shaft. Just as it’s inches away, Peris murmurs into my flesh, “You want this, puppy?” It sounds like he’s pleading.

“Please,” I beg, and together, we bring it down in a scorching bliss that sends me over the edge.