Page 64 of The Boy I Loved (Eternal Hell #1)

Tristan raised his brows, but he didn’t question me.

He rose at once, walking across the room to find another seat.

Slowly, the other guys followed. I tossed her onto the sofa, releasing my hold on her altogether.

Adrenaline surged through my veins as it always did when I allowed my monster to slip through the cracks.

Stacy peered up at me with wide, frantic eyes.

Her tiny shoulders heaved with every intake of breath.

I enjoyed having her at my mercy like this.

Excitement trickled through my veins, my eyes raking over her petite form.

She wasn’t beautiful like Hazel—nobody was.

But punishing her would be poetic justice for all the shit she’d stirred up.

She was soft and docile now because she wanted to live.

But at heart, she was a savage monster, willing to knock the people lesser to her down.

I could feel Hazel’s heated gaze boring a hole through my back. I just hoped she kept her mouth shut. I was doing this for her—for us . We didn’t need Stacy. She was nothing but a pretentious bitch who knew how to weave a mask .

“Take my cock out,” I instructed.

Stacy reeled back, her lips parting in surprise. “B-but…” she stammered, unable to find the words. Her gaze flickered behind me and I didn’t need to turn around and look to know that she was staring at Hazel.

“Now!” I barked. “It shouldn’t be hard for you. You chased my dick all through high school like a pathetic little slut.”

Her lower lip wobbled but she tucked it beneath her teeth, silently urging herself not to cry.

With shaky hands, she reached for my pants, fumbling with the button on my jeans.

Her heavy breathing filled the silence, followed by her sniffles.

Once she managed to get the button unfastened, she pulled my zipper down.

“We don’t have all day,” I snapped.

As she reached for the waistband of my pants and boxers, I turned to Azrael. “Turn that shit up and rewind back to her mom’s speech.”

Cool air greeted my thighs and cock as she freed me from the confines of my pants, shoving them down past my knees. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them, taking myself in my hand. Patricia’s voice filled the room again, much louder than before.

“Dominic, don’t!” Hazel’s voice pierced the air, shattering through the chaos I was creating. My shoulders drew tight with tension, a new wave of fear passing through me.

I briefly glanced over my shoulder in time to see Tristan storming toward her, my throat constricting with anxiety. Instead of harming her like I thought he intended to do, he made her stand. He then slipped into her chair and tugged her into his lap, winding his arms around her waist.

Gritting my teeth, I turned back to Stacy, even more pissed than I’d been before.

“Get it wet and hard,” I snarled.

She hesitated for only a moment before scooting forward on the couch and wrapping her dainty hand around my limp dick.

She pumped me up and down a few times before lowering her mouth to it and sucking me inside like a pro.

Her mouth was warm, tight, and experienced.

Her tongue circled the underside of my cock, making it twitch just the tiniest amount.

I fisted my hand through her hair, jerking her down further so that my cock hit the back of her throat and bent. She gargled around me, tears stinging her eyes. Slowly, I began to grow. My breathing grew uneven, my mind whirling to the girl who sat at the other end of the room.

My butterfly.

The only thing left in this world that made me want to be good, even when my instincts fought against it.

Clay had trained me for over two years, molding me into the perfect predator. He wasn’t wrong to assume Hazel was holding me back from being exactly how he wanted me. She was in that sense. But still, she wasn’t my weakness.

Once I was hard, I tugged the bitch off of my dick with a sickening pop of her lips and flopped down onto the couch beside her.

“You’re going to ride me like your life depends on it,” I told her.

Against my better judgement, I spared a glance across the room again.

Hazel was perched on Tristan’s lap, her nails digging into the arm wound around her waist— his arm.

Her green eyes were filled with emotion: betrayal, anger, disbelief, and confusion.

She didn’t understand why I’d chosen to target Stacy at random, especially since I’d kept my head down for the majority and kept out of trouble.

But this was for us, and she’d realize that eventually.

With shaky movements, Stacy shimmied out of her panties, letting them fall to the floor.

Her entire body seemed to tremble as she moved to climb on top of me, bracing her hands on my shoulders.

I almost always used a condom, but it didn’t matter.

She was clean and I wasn’t worried about knocking her up.

She’d gotten an IUD when she was sixteen, something she used to brag about.

“Your bra too,” I ordered, arching an eyebrow .

She blew out a frustrated breath but quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side, revealing a pair of small breasts.

Taking my dick in one of her hands, she lined me up with her hot center and slowly sank down on me, wincing as she worked to adjust to my size.

Just as she eased the tip in, I placed my hands on her hips and slammed her down the rest of the way.

Her tits jostled from the harsh movement, followed by a surprised cry.

I wasn’t small by any means, and she wasn’t aroused whatsoever.

But I didn’t need her to be. This was a punishment.

Before she had time to recover, I used my grip on her narrow waist to ease her back up and then slammed her down with the same ferocity.

She wasn’t super tight, but she wasn’t loose either.

I could probably manage to get off to the sensation alone without having to think about Hazel.

Stacy’s fingers curled into the front of my shirt, her breathing coming out ragged and frantic. I settled back against the couch, giving her the opportunity to take control, something I rarely did.

Her throat bobbed with a nervous swallow, and she sucked in another steadying breath before using my shoulders to push herself up. After a few seconds, she dropped back down to the base. A low groan rumbled through my chest, my hands tightening around her.

For some reason, my eyes sought out Hazel again, locking with hers.

I might not have needed her to get off, but looking at her made it that much sweeter.

She was pissed at me now, and would probably hate me afterwards, but she couldn’t loathe me forever.

My breathing grew deeper as Stacy continued riding me, her pussy starting to loosen around my girth.

She was also getting wet, which helped. I wasn’t physically attracted to Stacy, so looking away made things easier.

The girl I loved was glaring at me now, her nostrils flaring with a newfound rage I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen on her before. It was beautiful. My lips parted as Stacy worked her body up and down my shaft, the squelching of her wet cunt resounding throughout the room.

Hazel would see me do a lot of horrible things. That was the way of my world, and she wanted so badly to be a part of it. I tried to shield her from so much, but it was pointless.

When Tristan dropped his hand to the inside of Hazel’s bare thigh, his smirk taunting me from across the room, all I saw was red.

At this point, it felt like he was using her against me.

He could touch her, and I couldn’t due to the history we shared.

My fingertips dug in even tighter, making the bitch on top of me whimper in response.

Leaning to the side in an awkward as fuck position, I reached for my discarded jeans, slipping my hand into the front pocket and feeling around.

A frustrated breath tore from my lungs when I came up empty.

Doing my best to turn them around, I tried the other pocket, my fingertips brushing over the familiar polish of my knife.

Jerking it from my jeans, I situated myself into an upright position, shielding the weapon in my palm for now.

With my other hand, I shoved Stacy down on my cock just as she’d eased back to the tip. A loud moan penetrated the quiet air, her cheeks turning pink with shame.

Don’t act all modest now, bitch.

Flicking the pocketknife open, I felt her freeze against me, fear merging with the desire in her gaze.

“Did I tell you to stop?” I snarled.

She hesitated a moment but slowly started moving again.

“Faster.”

As requested, she worked her body faster, her eyebrows creasing with concentration. A whimper slipped past her defenses, the lust beginning to take the driver’s seat again.

Just as she started trembling from exertion, her breathing coming out erratic, I brought the knife forward and slashed it across her throat.

Blood splattered against my face instantly, and I’d never felt more alive.

Adrenaline punched through my chest with a new ferocity, warming me from the inside out.

Her hands instinctively went to her throat, her eyes wide as the blood poured through her fingers.

“No!” Lauren cried out, drawing my attention back to the two girls in that direction.

Hazel’s wide, watery eyes seared through my own, Tristan’s hand clamped over her mouth to keep her silent. He was protecting her, and I didn’t like it one fucking bit.

Discarding the knife on the seat beside me, Stacy’s gargled sounds echoing through the room, I continued to fuck her.

Even when she went limp in my arms, falling against my chest, and had taken her last breath, I slid in and out of her with the same viciousness.

Her father’s voice was on the flat screen again.

“Stacy, if you’re out there somewhere, and you see this … we only want the best for you. We just want to know that you’re safe and that you’re being cared for. We love you, Pumpkin.”

My balls slapped against her ass with every brutal thrust, my grunts filling the space. Blood covered us both, and it continued to pool on my chest where her head resided. Her wide, lifeless eyes, staring at nothing in particular.

My balls tightened, heat gathering in my lower stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was the kill, Hazel, the adrenaline, or the entire act of it all, but electricity trickled through my veins, causing my muscles to seize up. With one final thrust, I was spilling inside her with a guttural growl.