I push her away. “Well clearly I wasn’t because I can’t even remember fucking you.”
She holds her hand over her heart to fake offense “You wound me.” All I can think about is doing just that. “I need to go to work so you can come and ask me politely later to wrap those when the pain becomes too unbearable and I may just forget you’re an asshole.” She winks and leaves.
The pain is bearable and I’d have to be dying before I’ll knock on her door again. She’s irritating and above her station. I need to speak with Dr. Jenna and see if she has any psychiatrist tricks to help me remember what happened last night, but before I do anything, Isabella lights up my phone.
“What?” I snarl.
“Rat went crazy,” she bawls.
“I don’t give a shit. What the fuck is it about you that doesn’t get the hint?”
“I need somewhere to stay.”
I laugh down the line.
“Ryan, he burnt the whole place down with him in it.”
“They will put you all somewhere else. I don’t see why this is my problem.”
“I don’t have anywhere to go. I wasn’t there for the same reasons as everyone else.”
Damn, this whining is getting old and I’m losing my high from the beating Blake gave me. I need to fuck and remember it, so I give her my address and tell her to come over. She arrives within the hour and tries making small talk, but I pull her inside and strip her naked. My beautiful stab mark has left a red, angry scar on her skin and I want to create a hundred more.
“So why were you at Grace Manor?” I ask, pushing her naked frame against the front window.
She gasps from the cold panel touching her skin. “I don’t want to tell you.”
I laugh and then clamp my teeth around one of her perky little tits. I savor the pop against my teeth as I break through the skin but I pull away so her blood doesn’t go in my mouth. She fucks everything that walks. God knows what toxic diseases she has. I spit out just to be sure, and her body is shaking.
“Tell me.”
“No.”
I use both hands to form a circle around her neck, pushing until her eyes bulge. Tears well and leak, and she chokes and realizes I’m not going to stop. Her hands claw at mine. A whistle sounds from outside the window so I release her and she chokes and sputters. I look around her out the window and see a couple of guys working on a truck. They whistle at her naked ass. I turn her and flatten her against the window so her tits push against the glass, giving them a full frontal view.
“You like putting on a show, Isabella, don’t you?”
I pin her face to the side, free my cock and whisper against her ear, “Let’s give them a show.”
I part her cheeks and line my cock up to her ass, thrusting past the ringed muscles. She sobs out in pain and then tells me to go harder. She’s getting off on the men outside who have all moved over to the window to watch close up. I should toss her to them afterwards; she’d probably let them all have a go. I ram into her so hard I hear a creak from the window and have to pull out. I spin her around and push on her shoulders to force her to her knees. She’s reluctant to suck it and it stinks of her ass so I’m not surprised, but she doesn’t get an option here. I bark at her to open and she obeys. The men outside cheer me, and Isabella looks up at me for approval. I stroke her head and then push it on my cock until she gags on it.
I’m still on a high from fucking Isabella and the throb in my ribs is acting like a top me up drug. It’s addictive, giving into urges, and against better judgment I decide to pay Sean a little visit before my appointment.
THE SCHOOL IS BUZZING WITH activity, including students and parents trying to see what’s happening. News channel vans and police cars scatter the parking lots and grass verges and I’m pretty sure my own reporters are here somewhere. I try calling Blake’s cell again but receive no answer and I’m sent to voice mail. I scan the crowd for Cereus but keep coming up empty I grab at a few girls and receive weird looks and then whispers. I locate Stacy who rushes over to me and hugs me like we’re friends. I’m not keen on the influence she has on Cereus but she’s motherless like me so I feel compassion towards her that Blake can’t understand. I embrace her and asked if she’s seen Cereus.
“No. I tried her cell but I haven’t heard from her since last night. Did she get in trouble for coming in so late? I’m sorry it was my fault.” She scrambles to get her words out and I vaguely remember Blake talking with Cereus last night when I woke up.
“It’s okay,” I tell her because at the moment all I care about is finding her. My cell rings and I nearly drop it trying to answer it when I see it’s our house phone.