Page 35 of Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn #1)

I didn’t have time to decipher what he meant before he kissed me hard, his tongue bar clicking against mine as his tongue assaulted my mouth. His finger roughly pushed inside me as he nudged me back, a whimper leaving me from the intrusion.

I was soaked, so once the initial shock wore off and his thumb started teasing my clit, I arched my back with a moan.

He was rough, just like I wanted. No, I fucking needed it. I wanted it to hurt, despite any panic that would surface.

He’d offered to be my monster and my knight in one dark and violent package, and he didn’t even realize it.

I needed to face my demons head-on, and Skeeter Maddox was the devil himself. If I was going to overcome the trauma of my past, I had to push through and prove to myself that Tristan didn’t hold any power over me anymore, and Caden wouldn’t be the reason I overcame it.

I wanted to wipe his memory from my body just as much as his father’s.

Skeeter bit and kissed along my jaw, making his way between my breasts to tease my skin with his tongue, the unexpected sharp bite of teeth on the underside making me shriek.

His chuckle was low as he sucked the sting better, moving down past my stomach until his lips wrapped around my clit. He added another finger into my pussy and curled them inside me, an intense need to come instantly racing through me.

This build-up was delicious torture.

My fingers ran through his messy auburn hair, and I tightened my grip the closer to release I became until he had me cursing his name loudly, my body seizing around his fingers as his tongue rubbed circles on my clit.

He sat back and grinned cockily once he’d decided he’d proven his point, reaching behind himself to grab the back of his shirt and yanking it over his head to give me a good look at his tattooed chest.

My hand lifted to trace his Bloody Psychos tattoo with my finger, the only colored ink on his body being the bright red blood that was dripping from the skull. A dagger had gone straight through the top, and the skull sat in a puddle of crimson.

I wanted to draw his nipple bars into my mouth to see if they were sensitive or not.

“Now’s a good time to tell me to stop, or I’m taking my dick out and shoving it in your cunt. I can fuck your mouth another time.”

Bravely, I slid my hand towards his nipple, his sharp eyes watching me for my reaction as I thumbed the piercing.

His dick hardened behind his sweats as I explored his inked skin, and I was surprised that he let me take my time, my fingers hooking into the elastic of his pants to try and push them down.

“I want to keep going,” I finally said, and he helped me pull his dick free from his sweats without hesitation, my eyes going straight to the piercing in the tip.

I hadn’t seen one of those before.

“Never seen a pierced dick?” he guessed correctly, moving closer as I reached out to touch it with fascination. His jaw clenched as I stroked his length, and I wasn’t sure if I was delaying it going inside of me, or if I was genuinely captivated by the piercing.

“No, I haven’t. It doesn’t hurt?”

“Guess I can figure out which of Holloway’s boys you didn’t jump on then,” he muttered under his breath before replying. “Nah, it doesn’t hurt. You’ll like it, trust me.”

I lifted my eyes to his, my heart hammering in my chest as he pushed my legs back and braced above me, forcing me to let his dick go.

I ignored his comment about the guys, my voice curious. “I’ll be able to feel it?”

“It’s great at finding your G-spot,” he winked, fisting himself and pressing the head of his dick against my opening, my brain catching up at the last minute.

“Wait! We need a condom!”

“I can find one, but it will only tear with the piercing,” he answered, teasing my clit with the metal ball. “I got tested last week if that helps.”

“Okay.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting out a gasp as he pushed inside me in a single thrust. It burned, my nails cutting into his back as I clung on, and he pulled out before thrusting deep again.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, slamming in again as my body adjusted to his size.

“That’s because I’m uncomfortable,” I tried to joke, prying my eyes open to find him peering down at me as his thrusts slowed.

“Babe, I haven’t even fucking started with you yet. Relax.” The metal ball rubbed back and forth over my G-spot, making me jerk from the strange sensation.

“Oh, I feel it.” It felt fucking amazing, and I didn’t know what to focus on.

His skin under my fingertips, the piercing, or his hand that was trailing up my thigh. I was having a sensation overload.

“Told you. Give me your leg,” he said smugly, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder and thrusting deeper, moving faster so that it was on the fine line between pain and pleasure.

He made sure to get me off twice before slipping out of me and sitting on his ass, patting his lap with a smirk. “Hop on. I don’t like my girls lazy, so show me what you’ve got.”

Nerves kicked in, but my high made me adventurous enough to give it a go, and once I sank over him, his hands grabbed my ass firmly and pulled me forward, a groan leaving him. “Jesus, your pussy’s so fucking good. Ride me faster.”

It took me a minute to figure out a good rhythm, and all I could hear was our heavy breathing and our skin slapping together every time I dropped back down.

Sweat coated my skin as I bounced on his lap, his rough hands sliding from my ass to my waist as he encouraged me to keep going. My legs were weakening, and I let out a breathy groan as my fingers tangled in his hair, forcing his face into my chest.

I was close to coming again, but he suddenly wrapped my hair around his fist and yanked my head back, his voice lethal. “Tell me right now if you’re on fucking birth control?”

Most people asked that before sticking their dick in someone.

“Yeah, I am,” I panted, startled when he lifted me off him with no effort and bent me over the side of the couch, kicking my legs apart before shoving himself back into my pussy hard enough to force a scream of discomfort from me.

It fucking hurt, and I fought him for a second as the anxiety started clawing at me.

His strong grip held me in place as he took what he wanted from me, but pleasure started overriding the pain, the fight leaving me as my body clenched with anticipation.

His chest was pressed against my sweaty back, and he wrapped my hair around his fist again as he fucked me harder and harder until I detonated, his teeth sinking into my shoulder painfully as he grunted and buried deep, filling me with his cum.

I cried out as he seemed to keep sinking his teeth into my skin until he suddenly let go, and I peered over my shoulder at him to find an amused smirk on his face, his tongue darting out to lick blood from his lips.

“Sorry about that, Hot Stuff,” he chuckled, leaning down to lick across my shoulder just as I felt something start to run down my back. I glanced at it as best as I could, my eyes going wide at the ripped skin and blood that seeped from below the surface of my shoulder.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be feeling, but surely it wasn’t supposed to be arousal. The sight of his mark on me made my stomach tighten, the blood dripping down my back sending a shudder through me.

When I remained quiet, he ran his tongue across my bleeding skin again to catch the droplets, earning a confused expression from me. He grinned like the crazy fucker that he was, my blood in his teeth.

“C’mon, baby girl. You fuck a Bloody Psycho, you’re going to fucking bleed. Trust me. If there’s a next time, and there will be, I like knives. Just a heads-up.”

“Knives?” I asked slowly as he pulled out of me, making me flinch as his piercing dragged across the walls of my sensitive pussy. He didn’t answer as he steered me through the house and towards the bathroom, leaving me standing in front of the mirror as he turned the water on in the shower.

I stared at my reflection, my hair a tangled mess, pupils blown, and blood smeared on my shoulder.

I turned slightly to get a better look at it, and blood droplets slid down my spine.

My cheeks were flushed, and I had light finger marks on my hips, turning to Skeeter when I noticed him staring at me.

He continued the conversation as if it had never stopped.

“I like inflicting pain when I’m fucking, so I bring my knife out to play sometimes.

I don’t just go stabbing holes in people, but little cuts here and there turn me on.

The fine line between pleasure and pain can be a fun thing to toy with and open your eyes to a whole new world of sexual pleasure.

” He reached for me, taking my hand to tug me closer. “C’mon, jump in.”

I did as I was told and stepped in before him, not surprised in the slightest when he joined me. He rinsed me off, his fingers sliding between my legs to wash away the evidence of what we’d just done, and his low voice in my ear made me shiver.

“You have no idea what you started when you spread those legs for me and let me into that pretty cunt of yours.”

He suddenly shoved my chest against the wall and wrapped his hand around my throat, his lips and teeth nipping and sucking at the skin below my ear as he slid his dick between my thighs to tease me.

I wanted to panic as he wrapped an arm around my middle and bent his knees slightly, forcing himself back into my pussy without warning. I should have panicked, but it scared me to admit to myself that everything he’d said had made me horny.

So I let him fuck my soul from my body, leaving my pussy battered and bruised as he sank his teeth into my shoulder again, my blood mixing with the water as it swirled down the drain at our feet.

Skeeter

Holloway’s boys fucked up big time. I’d never seen such a timid bitch suddenly turn so bloodthirsty in the cage like she had the other night, but Rory was a deadly weapon, one that I was more than happy to play with.

I wasn’t going to say no when she offered herself to me on a silver platter, my phone call with Liam forgotten about when she took her shirt off in invitation. I knew the coke would probably make her sit on my face, but I hadn’t anticipated her letting me use her like a goddamn ragdoll.

I hoped she ran into Caden and his merry band of dumbasses so they could see the bite mark on her shoulder and the bruises around her throat from the way I’d railed her in the shower. They’d realize exactly where she’d been the past few days.

Everyone knew I loved a different pussy for each day of the week, but I had every intention of diving into hers again and again until I grew tired of it.

I wasn’t sure if it was because she was a clean canvas for me to destroy, or if it was because those rich boys wanted her so badly, but she was like crack, and my dick definitely liked her.

I knew it was an asshole move to just jam myself into her like I had, but she was either going to tell me to stop, or fucking love it. Turned out, the timid bitch loved the bite of pain.

Good girls loved a little bit of danger in their lives, so I was only doing my community service by having my way with her and giving her that experience.

If she’d freaked out on me and wanted me to stop, I would’ve.

I was a monster, but I wasn’t that kind of a monster.

I liked it when they fought me, but not to the point of rape.

I wasn’t into that shit, but the hint of fear always made their pussies clamp down around me like a vise, their worried eyes burning into me as they wondered what I was going to do with them.

It was almost as much fun as watching people fuck. I missed that.

I scowled at the thought of my ex-best friend, remembering the days we’d shared women between us. He liked to put on a show, and I liked to watch. It had been a couple of years since that had happened, and it would never happen again.

Not after he chose his brother’s crew over me and left me for dead.

I glanced at Rory, who’d passed out on my bed after our long shower, and I shamelessly watched her like a creep. Her naked skin had my marks all over it, and I reached out to trail my fingers down her spine.

My knife would carve art into her one day, and she’d beg me for it.

I didn’t do relationships, but Aurora Donovan was something else, and she was fucking mine . Caden and his friends might have let her go, but I was man enough to admit I liked her for more than a night.

It was like her demons were screaming out to join mine, wanting to drown together instead of alone.

I just had to hope that hers knew how to fucking swim.