Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I stabbed his thigh, and he stopped talking and groaned. I owed Gage one. That had been all I needed. Rage had come rushing back, taking over my thoughts as he spewed shit I did not want to hear.
“She’s not a freak,” I hissed in his face.
“She making you choke her yet?” he asked.
I took the blade and ran it from his chin up to his ear with one hard swipe. He winced and closed his eyes for a minute.
Leaning close to him, I whispered, “While I’m pumping her full of my cum.”
He jerked again, but he was weaker. He barely swayed this time. I took the knife and gave him a matching mark on the other side of his face.
“She’s leaking my cum right now,” I told him, enjoying the way his eyes glared at me with fury.
“He’s got a pierced nipple. I can see it through his shirt,” Gage said to me.
Taking the blade, I sliced his shirt open, then cut off his nipple while he howled. Had Gypsi liked that? Licked it? Bit it? Jealousy thumped inside my chest. There was no other name for it.
“She loved that thing,” he said in a low, strangled voice, as if he had known what I was thinking.
“Can’t say I give a fuck,” I replied, then sliced off his other nipple.
I reached for my shirt and jerked it off. I wanted him to see the bite marks on my chest. Know that I loved her fucking kinks. I laughed as his eyes flared with loathing.
“Those are just from last night and today,” I said, smirking at him.
“You let her bite you.” His voice was raspy now as he struggled to talk. “I’ve got her name tattooed on my back.” Then, he sneered at me.
I walked around him and found Gypsi’s name in the center of his back in a fancy script and a tiara hanging off the letter G. Scowling at it, I tightened my grip on the knife.
“She loved when I called her princess.”
“She’s not a princess. She’s a fucking Lollipop,” I growled, then began cutting her name off his body while he jerked, wailing and gasping for air.
Blood was all over my hand when I was finished. I stepped back as his head fell forward, as he was no longer able to hold it up. He was still breathing.
Gage clapped, and I looked over at him. He was grinning with the cigarette in his teeth.
“Fucking badass,” he said. Then, his eyes took in the bite marks on my chest. “Damn, Trev. Gypsi has teeth.”
“You let her bite you like that?” Levi asked, grinning at me. “I might need to teach you how to use a belt to whip that ass. She’s a little firecracker, and firecrackers need taming.”
“Trev is a damn freak. Y’all think I’m the psycho, and he’s the one choking out his stepsister while fucking her and letting her bite the shit out of him,” Gage drawled. “I think he’s my hero.”
Levi started laughing.
“She’s not my stepsister,” I pointed out.
“Yet,” he shot back at me.
Blaise stepped forward, and I met his gaze.
“You gonna finish it? Or we gonna talk about your sex life?” he asked me.
“They started it,” I said, then held out my hand for the gun.
“You can slit his throat,” Blaise told me.
“I’ve got enough of his blood on me already,” I said.
He pulled his Glock from its holster and handed it to me. “Then, do it.”
The one person who had remained silent and I hadn’t looked at was Sax. I couldn’t do it yet. He’d just seen a side of me he hadn’t known existed. I hadn’t known it existed. Things would change now. For both of us. We weren’t kids anymore. I’d just stepped off into a dark place I wasn’t ever coming back from.
“How many times did she bite you?” Gage asked.
I shot him an annoyed glance, then turned to Timothy Arnold Hall and pulled the trigger.
Twenty-Four
Gypsi
I kept my eyes closed when I woke up. Trev’s arm was around me, and his front was pressed to my back. He was warm, hard, smelled incredible. The weight of his arm over me gave me fluttery feelings in my stomach. I snuggled closer to him, and his arm tightened its hold on me. Last night, we had watched a movie in his theater after heating up the enchiladas that Ms. Jimmie had left for our dinner.
The Godfather Part II had taken on a whole new meaning for me. I’d gotten so absorbed in the movie that Trev tossed a kernel of popcorn at me. It had then turned into a popcorn food fight before we somehow ended up with Trev’s mouth between my legs.
Warm breath tickled my neck, and I opened my eyes just as Trev placed a trail of kisses along the curve of my neck and shoulder. This sleeping together and the snuggling were new to me. I’d never done this kind of thing with Tyde. I liked this. A little too much. I had to be careful to not get attached to it.