Page 32 of Make Me Scream (Visceral #2)

“Fuck,” I repeat. Heat envelops my face, crawling up to my scalp and devouring me as it quickly makes its way downward. I swallow the lump lodged in my throat as I avoid Abel’s gaze. I feel his gray, steel eyes staring into me like fucking nails.

“Peris.”

“Abel, let’s not?—”

“What did you say?” he asks again, his voice cracking and softer than I’ve ever heard it.

The constriction of my throat won’t let me repeat it, so I say instead, “You heard me, runt.”

“No,” he shakes his head vehemently. “I don’t think I did.” Softer, “I couldn’t have…”

“You did.” I reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear, lips curving into the only smile I can manage, still avoiding his eyes.

I’m ashamed. It’s pathetic and pitiful, but it’s true, nonetheless.

I trace the curve of his ear, around the plug in his earlobe before following down his neck to his pulse point, where I keep my fingers.

It’s hammering away against them, and that brings me some relief—to know I’m not the only one affected.

“Peris…” Abel’s trembling against me.

“Let’s not do this,” I say, voice a bit harder. I know he won’t say it back. Someone like Abel Silver could never love. It’s not in his nature.

“You don’t—” I cut him off with a brutal kiss because I know I can’t stand to hear the denial on his lips. It’ll rip me to shreds hearing him say he can’t love me. Knowing and hearing it from the person are two very different things, and I’d rather just live how I am.

“Peris,” he tries to say against me, but I don’t let him get any further.

“Don’t, puppy. Just kiss me. Please, ” I add, knowing that’ll do the trick.

“Shit. Okay. Fine.” Abel’s hands come up to cup my face, and that nearly breaks me.

My breath hitches, and something reminiscent of a sob breaks through my lips.

I’d be embarrassed if it were anyone else, but Abel just takes it for what it is and kisses me until I can’t fucking breathe.

He licks every inch of my mouth, tongue skimming all of my teeth, flicking the underside of my own tongue before they twine and dance in a brutal battle neither of us will ever win.

I get lost in it all—especially when he starts rocking his hips again, a fresh wad of spit lubricating our shafts. My heart beats in my throat, choking me as Abel clings to me, arms wrapped tightly around my neck, keeping me pinned as close as possible.

There’s not an inch of skin that’s not touching. I’m sweating, he’s sweating, and we’re sliding, and it’s glorious. He pants into me, and I into him. He tastes of fruit and alcohol, and I feel high on it.

“Oh, God, Peris,” he keens, his back arching, and I reach down and wrap my fingers around us, which only makes him moan louder. His dick twitches, and I rip my mouth away to look down at the both of us together.

His dick is a bit smaller, but it looks so fucking good against mine.

His shaft is a shade lighter than mine, but our glans are about the same shade, a dark pinkish color, both angry looking from how hard we are right now.

I jerk upward in a tight grip, causing Abel to squeal before swiping my thumb over his cockhead.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he chants, rocking his hips so fast, his dick slips in and out of my grip as he fucks my fist.

I’m rapt, jaw falling slack as I watch him, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. “Oh, fuck, baby boy. I’m gonna—” He arches his back against the steering wheel, honking it as cum spurts through my fist from his little hole.

Abel’s whimpers are loud and wanton. He rolls his head between his shoulders as he leans back against the steering wheel. All the while, the horn is blaring and cum oozes, my fist and our stomachs sticky.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, and it’s the feeling of his cum on my own dick, his twitching against mine from the aftershocks, that sends me over the edge, and I moan, dropping my chin to my chest as I come.

“Oh,” Abel squeaks, and then, his fist is moving over mine, sending me into a tailspin, and my moan turns into a long, drawn out groan as my vision whites out, static clinging to my ears.

“Damn, that was hot,” he says after a while, and I huff out a laugh, slowly coming back to myself.

“We’re a mess,” I mutter as I force open my heavy lids. Abel’s still perched on my lap, though he’s no longer leaning on the horn—which is definitely a good thing, but not that I would’ve realized in my state of disarray.

“Nothing new there, baby boy,” he says cheerfully as he leans down to press a chaste kiss to my lips. “Here.” He unhooks his boxers from his right leg and wipes the cum from our bodies before tossing it in the backseat. When he catches me glaring, he shoots me a wink. “A present for later.”

“You’re an ass,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

“You love it,” he says easily, then freezes, eyes going wide, face paling. I wince, regret filling the small space of the car. It’s stifling and strangulating.

“Peris…”

“Let’s just take you back, okay?” I say as I yank my pants back up my hips, not even bothering to button them for the time being.

“Y-yeah,” he stutters. “Right. Okay…”

“Get dressed,” I mutter, and even though it’s weird, I still watch my runt as he dresses, eyes taking in every inch of his body greedily.

He looks so fucking good, I feel sick watching him, knowing how I feel and knowing he doesn’t return the sentiment, but Abel knows, and he lets me anyway, and it’s okay.

It’ll never be anything else between us.

By the time he’s dressed and I’m pulling out of the park, I have to crack a window to let out some of the stifling air suffocating me. It reeks of sex and Abel and disappointment.

“Baby…” he seems to hesitate, and my fingers tighten on the wheel before he finds something inside him continue. “You know I care about you, right?”

I glance over at him. Streetlamps pass, illuminating his face in blinking flashes.

I come up to a stoplight and decide to watch him for a moment.

Just memorize his face. The way it’s crooked and kinda ugly, but that’s what makes him so fucking pretty—how imperfect he is and how perfect that makes him for me.

“You know,” I start, swallowing heavily, “how people hate what they desire?”

“Yeah?...” Abel drawls slowly, brows tugging in confusion.

“Your ugly is what makes you pretty, Abel.” He sucks in a sharp breath, and I hit the gas, unable to keep looking at him as I speak.

“I hated you because I wanted you. Couldn’t let myself feel that until I thought I was going to lose you, and then, it all came crashing down around me.

” Lucy’s apartment building draws near, and I pull into the lot with bated breath.

“So… it’s like… you don’t know what you have ‘til you lose it, type of thing?” he asks.

“Something like that.” I rub the back of my neck.

“Okay.”

“Right.”

He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth as he stares off into the distance, and I just can’t take my eyes off of him. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat.

“Thank you,” Abel says, so softly.

I rear back, confused. “For what?”

“Loving me.” And when he finally looks at me, his eyes are swimming. He blinks, and a few tears fall, staining his pretty cheeks. “Never had that before.”

“Bullshit,” I tell him. “Ma loves you.”

“That’s different. I’ve never had…” He trails off and winces, bringing his hand to his chest to rub at it. I reach forward and clasp his hand in my own.

“I know.”

He curls his lips inward before surging forward and kissing me chastely. Just before he opens the door, he hesitates, muscles in his neck straining as he stares out the window. “I love you, Peris.” And then, he’s gone, leaving me in a cool rush of winter air that makes my head spin.