Page 9 of The Cruelest Chaos

She bites her lip, doesn’t say a word. I want to destroy her.

I dive down, run my lips over her cheek, around to her mouth. A wet, sloppy kiss. “What’s wrong with you, Ella Christian? Why’re you so fucked up?”

She laughs, her body straining against me, her hands still over her head even though I’m not forcing them there. Still, no answer.

The world seems to spin a little as more fireworks pop off, one after another. I wonder if I should stop. I wonder if she really is crazy. But fuck it. I just killed someone. This would be the least of my crimes tonight.

She bucks her hips against me, and I bite her lip, feeling the skin give way against my teeth, tasting her blood in my mouth. She gasps, but she presses harder against me.

I run my tongue over her lips, my fingers clamping down on her bare thigh beneath her dress, over her socks. “You sure you want this?” I prod her, wondering if I’d stop. “You don’t even know me.”

She spreads her legs wider, and my fingers brush against her damp panties. She shivers, her breath catching for a second right before another firework explodes.

And then she says, “I don’t want to know you.”

Perfect.

I push her panties aside, slide my finger up her wet slit, circling her clit, wondering how she’d feel if she knew I just had a dead woman’s blood on my hands. But her eyes are closed tight, her throat arching upward as she moans, clouds of cold coming from her lips. I put my hand around her throat.

She wants to get lost. For some reason, she wants to disappear.

So do I.

As another firework sparks above us, she suddenly grabs my hand, her eyes wide. I still, wondering if she’s about to try to tell me to stop. Wondering if I’ll be able to.

“Hit me,” she whispers. Her voice sounds…choked. I feel her swallow, and I don’t know if it’s just the green fireworks exploding overhead that make it look like she’s got tears in her eyes, or if they’re real.

I feel my blood hot in my veins, my chest constricting.“What?”

The logical part of my brain tries to tell me to get away. She’s nineteen. Goes to a school for people with…problems. I don’t know shit about her. She’s already spread her legs for me, hasn’t screamed yet.

She’s either fucking insane or she’s setting me up.

But all the blood has rushed to my cock and I feel like I’m going to explode. Besides that,Ichasedher.If she’s insane…well, so am I.

“You heard me,” she taunts me, her eyes narrowed, her red painted nails digging into the hand I’ve got at her throat. I slide my finger down her slit, tease her wet opening. She takes a shuddering breath, but she doesn’t lie back. “Please.”

I shake my head. “Nu uh.” I push two fingers inside of her tight pussy, and I want my hand back so I can unbutton my jeans. “Ella, you don’t know what you’re—”

She drops my hand, and with my fingers still inside of her, as another firework explodes over us, she fucking slaps me.

My head snaps to the side, my face on fire. She didn’t hold back, and I know she did it so I’d feel exactly like this:Pissed the fuck off.

It feels good to be angry. Even better to have someone to take it out on.

Before I can think, I add another finger inside of her, stretching them and her. Her legs shake beneath me, a strangled moan coming from her throat, but when I turn my gaze back to her, she’s still staring right at me, propped up on her elbows.

“What thefuckwas that?” I ask her, fingerfucking her harder than I should. Her body jolts with each thrust, her lips parted as she stares at me, something like fear in her gaze.

Good. She should be fucking scared of me.

When she doesn’t answer me, I grab her shirt, pulling her up so we’re nose-to-nose. “When I ask you a question,fucking answer me.”

She’s breathing hard, and her breath smells like alcohol. I realize she’s too young to drink, and then I realize I don’t give a fuck. Giving alcohol to minors seems like the most charitable thing I’ve done in the past few hours, so fuck it.

“Please,” she begs me again, a moan coming out at the end of the word. I want to stuff my whole fucking fist inside of her for slapping me, but I don’t think I actually could, not without ripping her apart, so I keep the three fingers in her, twisting them around as her eyes nearly roll back in her fucking head. “Please,hit me.”

“Why?” I mean, there’s rough sex, and then there’s…whatever she’s asking for.