Page 184 of Shattered Pieces

“No, you’ll just hire someone again, won’t you?” I snapped, his brow creasing.

“What? Why would I hire someone?”

“Because you’re a pussy!” I yelled, making him growl as he yanked me inside and slammed the door, shoving me back against it so hard that my head bounced off it.

He pointed a finger in my face, his voice low. “You’re being crazy, and you’re going to draw attention.”

“Says the crazy person! You sent people to Josie’s to kill me. How could you be such a piece of shit? What if someone else had gotten hurt?”

“You think I sent those people to your house?”

“Ha! So you do know what I’m talking about!” I said victoriously, making him roll his eyes.

“Of course, I do. It was all over the news about you being taken in for questioning. Do you hear yourself? You think me, who kills people for fun, would need to hire amateur thugs to take you out?”

“You couldn’t do it last time,” I reminded him, his eyes narrowing. “Hit a nerve? You heard me. You couldn’t do it last time. You don’t fucking hate me, and that’s why you’re so pissed off,” I taunted, grinning when his hand wrapped around my throat, but he didn’t squeeze hard enough to stop me from breathing.

“You mean nothing to me.”

“Good. Guess you won’t be mad that I let Mark rub his cock all over my pussy and coat it in cum then. It was really hot. Tell me, what does he like in bed? You’d know. I want our first time to be magical,” I threw back, giving him a shove.

“You’re lying.”

“Am I? Ask the guys, they weren’t too happy about it. We had to go and get STD tests and everything. Good news, everyone’s clean. I think they’re warming up to Marco too, so hopefully⁠—”

“Stop talking or I’ll kill you. I fucking mean it,” he snarled, putting his gun to my head so hard the barrel dug into my skin.

“Go on, do it,” I scoffed, not expecting him to kiss me.

It was hard, his teeth cutting my lip as he bit me, and then the hand from around my throat dropped to my pants, shoving them down with my panties. My entire body arched into him, the familiar feeling of his hands on my skin waking up everything inside me, both of my hands starting to tug at his clothes too.

It was frantic, angry, violent, and that first thrust into my pussy hurt, but then he was cursing my name and fucking me so hard that I forgot what we were even fighting about. The door rattled as he fucked me against it, and when he got annoyed with the angle, he pulled out of me and dragged me towards the couch, bending me over the side of it and slamming back inside me.

“I fucking hate you,” he gritted out, his gun pressing against the side of my head as he pushed me down harder on the couch.

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

That had been a small mistake because I was pretty sure he started fucking my throat through my pussy with a force hard enough to break me in half.

The scream that left me was raw when I came, curses leaving him as I squirted all over him while he continued to fuck me to death.

“Fuck you,” he said bitterly, burying so deep I winced as he filled me with cum.

He instinctively moved in front of me when someone spoke, telling us we weren’t alone.

“Get that gun away from her or so help me, Skeet.” It took my brain a second to register the intruder was Hunter, my pants and panties in his hand as he walked closer to toss them at me. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

“Excuse me? Who the fuck—” I started, but I shut up when he pulled his gun out and aimed it at Skeeter, his voice so low it sent shivers over my body.

“You think you get to fucking touch her?”

Skeeter let out a humorous laugh but stepped aside more, motioning to me with a sneer.

“Feel free to take her home. For the record, that cunt came after me.”

“Don’t call her that.”

“Why not? She’s a traitorous little⁠—”