Page 2 of Make Me Scream (Visceral #2)

PERIS

It makes me sick, the way I’m unable to keep my damn mouth off of him. Some part of his flesh needs to be on me at all times, and Abel seems to have realized that—which is why he is now sitting in my lap, my face shoved into his sweaty neck as he rides my dick like he’ll fucking die if he doesn’t.

And who knows… maybe he will.

“Jesus fuck, runt,” I groan, my eyes rolling back as he clenches around me, rolling his narrow waist like a fucking dream. His pert little ass is bony but nestled perfectly against me as we fuck on my bedroom floor, my back up against my bedpost, jarring my spine as my vertebrae grind against it.

I dig the pads of my thumbs into the hollows of his hips, knowing I’ll be leaving perfectly shaped bruises in my wake.

Abel barely stifles a gasp as I lift him off my lap, only to slam him back down, forcing him to take my entire length in one brutal thrust. With the way his molten eyes roll back so teasingly, I repeat the motion, barely staving off my own orgasm at the sight of his jaw hanging slack, drool dripping from between his parted lips.

He looks fucked completely and utterly stupid, and it burns me alive.

“Look at you, puppy,” I rasp against his neck, dragging my tongue along his sweat-dampened skin. Salt and musk explode on my tongue. “Fucked dumb already.”

“M’the one fuckin’ you,” Abel bites back breathlessly, causing my mouth to curl unbidden against his flesh.

“Guess that’s true,” I muse. My jaw clenches collectively with my hands on his hips as I pull my face away from his all-too-tempting throat. “You’re always fuckin’ me, Abel.”

His Adam’s apple bobs delectably, and a smile wavers before fixing itself confidently as he seems to find his composure.

“And you’ve gone and completely fucked everything up, Peris.

” His words slow the rapid rush in my ear canals, and I blink slowly at him, forgetting—almost completely—about my dick throbbing in the tight, hot channel of his ass.

I lose myself in the molten silver depths of his irises until I fall so deep, I feel repulsed by what I see on the inside. Something… a little too familiar.

My skin starts to crawl, like maggots have burrowed just beneath my flesh, and I’m dry heaving through the nausea when I’m dragged back into the present by sharp talons sinking into the flesh of my shoulders.

“Fuck you. You don’t get to do that. Not to me. And not right fucking now.” Abel’s sharp, crooked jaw is set tight. He’s ready for a fight—and boy, do I wanna fuckin’ fight.

“You wanna fight me, runt? You think you’re big enough for that?” I drawl, my eyes narrowing in the darkness. He doesn’t back down—not that I expected him to. No, he fucking clenches around me, the little bastard.

“You and I both know you could never win a fight against me, Peris.”

I’m not sure if it’s his words or the cocky tilt to his head, but my fingers clamp around the back of his neck, and the next thing I know, Abel’s lying face down on my carpet, moaning into it as I rail into his ass.

I’m bent over him, my sweaty stomach curved over his bony ass.

“Oh, God, ” I groan. It feels like my cock is so much deeper from this angle, and it’s fucking incredible.

I pull out, shuddering at the suction before thrusting back in, my glans catching on Abel’s prostate with every other rotation of my hips.

He begins mewling and panting and drooling all over my floor, eyes half-lidded and rolled back, cheek pink with carpet burn.

He’s so damn pretty. And I lose myself in it—in him. Because he’s mine, and I fucking can. I dig my fingers into the scarred flesh of his ass and spread his cheeks, getting what glimpse I can of his pussy. Stretched and filled with my cock.

I circle his hole with my thumbs, stretching it until it’s gaping around me and he’s crying out. In pain or pleasure, I’m not sure, but I don’t fucking care because he’s sucking me back in along with the air around us, and the sounds are absolutely fucking disgusting. I never want it to stop.

It doesn’t take long for the heat to burn its way through my spine and into my groin, rushing out and into Abel. He groans as I flood him with my cum, his arm shooting under him to jerk himself off to the sensation of being filled.

“Fuck, runt,” I pant, thumbs rubbing circles in the dimples in his ass as I stare down at the pink sheen coating him.

Abel whimpers, supple little body trembling below me as he rolls against me, fighting for one last little thrust to get him there and…

cum spurts from him with a breathless gasp, soaking into the carpet below.

“What the fuck was?—”

“Abel, honey?” Ma knocks on my door, jolting both of us to our feet.

I scramble to yank my pants up, and Abel turns a sickly white—even more pale than he already is.

His clothes are strewn across the floor, and he trips and stumbles trying to find them and throw them on.

All the while, his eyes never leave my bedroom door.

I blink at him a few times, stunned and feeling a bit sick before I’m able to find my voice. “Just a sec, Ma. Abel needs to clean up.”

“ Peris! ” he whisper shouts, face flooding red with heat. My gaze drags leisurely over him, taking pleasure in his discomfort.

“What?” I mouth back. I drop my eyes to his crotch, to where I know his ass is leaking my cum right this second…

My molars lock together in an effort to maintain some semblance of control in this situation.

“It’s not like you don’t need to,” I remark as I step toward him and place my index finger along his angular cheekbone.

I follow the bruised hollow of his under eye and up over the crooked barbell in the bridge of his nose before grazing the feather soft tips of his nearly white, clumped eyelashes.

“You’re a mess, puppy.”

Abel sniffles before jerking backward, nearly stumbling. I reach out to catch him, but he pulls away from me, top lip curled into his signature sneer, and seeing it pisses me smooth the fuck off.

“I’m always a fucking mess for you, Peris.” And with that, he finishes pulling on his clothes with lightning speed and yanks open my door, only to slam it closed behind him, leaving me standing cold and alone and completely fucking na?ve.

“ Fuck! ” I whisper-scream, grabbing the nearest thing I can find, which so happens to be my computer. I launch it across my room, barely blinking when it shatters against the wall, damaging the dry wall yet again.

“Peris!” Ma comes shouting into the room, flipping the light switch.

Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are wide with panic as she takes in the scene before her—whatever the fuck that is.

I don’t have it in me to care what she makes of the cum stain on my carpet, my discarded shirt, and the shattered computer below the hole in the drywall.

I look away, my chest and stomach filling with something cold and hollow. I’m used to heat and anger. Not this… This tingly numb bullshit.

But when I finally meet Ma’s gaze, when I see the disappointment there, I’m glad for it. Because at least if she’s disappointed in me, she’s not in Abel, and he still has a chance. She won’t let him go.

I blink, stumbling back into the wall at the realization I’d rather have my own fucking mother hate me than my goddamn foster brother…

The room spins precariously. What the fuck is wrong with me?