Page 59 of Your Worst Fear
Something whizzed past me, and a second later, Tyler’s scream filled the room. I looked down to find a blade lodged in his thigh.
I smiled. My little killer was a good shot.
Grace came up behind me, running a finger along my back as she sidled up next to me. I tucked her under my arm as she eyed the blood seeping through his blue jeans.
“The position looks a little off,” I noted, cocking my head to the side.
“Hmm,” Grace hummed. “You’re right.” She gripped the hilt and twisted, likely destroying all sorts of vital parts of his leg. My little killer didn’t carry around small knives.
Sweat trickled down Tyler’s face and neck as he gritted his teeth in a sad attempt to muffle his yell. “You fucking bitch!”
Grace pasted on a fake pout. “Oh, come on, Ty. I know you have better than that.”
He glared up at her, panting. “You don’t want him to know the real you, Grace.”
I tried to ignore what he’d said, knowing he was only trying to get under my skin. But a part of me was intrigued. Was it the ruthless side of her he thought I didn’t know? Because that part only made me hard as a fucking rock.
She yanked the knife from his leg, bringing it down again higher than before, in the soft inner part of his thigh. His head flew back with a groan of pain.
“I already know what I need to know,Ty. You stole from my girl, and now you’re on a one-way ticket to having your body parts spread across the entire state of Idaho. Where did I say I would start? Your tongue?” I unsheathed my knife and reached for his jaw.
He tossed his head back and forth, frantically screaming, “Wait! Wait!”
I paused, impatience threatening to let the blade slip and land in his temple. “What could you possibly say to get yourself out of this?”
“D-do you know how we met?” Tyler asked quickly.
I blinked, bored. “I don’t care to go down memory lane. Now, where were we?”
“In an alley!” he shouted as I gripped his jaw tighter. I was fully prepared to open his mouth and shove the knife down his throat to get this over with quicker, but his next words gave me pause. “She was being attacked!”
Behind me, Grace was silent. I didn’t look back at her, despite my mind putting the pieces together. She’d said when she was attacked, a man had seen her kill someone. That same man had gotten her stuck in this fucked-up job.
Which meant…that man was Tyler.
“I knew that,” I lied. “Tell me something new or shut the fuck up, Tyler. You’re boring me.”
He laughed, and my nostrils flared in irritation. “You didn’t know. Grace never told you.” His laughs grew damn near hysterical. “I bet that hurts, doesn’t it? Knowing the girl you’re fucking is a goddamn liar?”
Without thinking, I shoved the knife in his shoulder. His screams weren’t even remotely satisfying, but this next part would be.
I straightened and grabbed Grace’s hand, leading her over to the folding table sitting on the side of the room. Her ass bumped it, screeching the feet across the floor an inch as I pressed her against it with my body. She looked up at me with wide, sorrowful eyes, quiet as a fucking mouse. Tyler was really getting in the way of me demanding she tell me everything, but I wanted him to hurt in more ways than just the physical.
“He knows where you two are,” Tyler spit out. “The second I saw her in the club, I alerted his team. He has my location.” A cough wracked through him, wet and bloody. “He’s likely tracking it here now.”
Without second thought, I yanked her shorts down to her knees and perched her ass on the table. I’d deal with the rest later. I had to do this. Had to take her, right here. If I didn’t feel her pussy choking my cock within the next minute, I’d lose it.
Her eyes shimmered, a sheen of moisture coating them, but I was too fucking confused to care. I pulled out my cock, fisting it before lining it up with her entrance.
One of her hands braced against the table while her other looped around the back of my neck. She didn’t take her eyes off me, while my focus was on where our bodies were joining. She wasn’t extremely wet yet, but I didn’t care if it hurt her—if it hurt me. None of that fucking mattered right now. I simply needed my cock seated inside her, reminding me that while she hadn’t told me everything, we were still us. We’d talk this through. I could getthrough hard things with someone without taking it to the extreme.
Couldn’t I?
I thrust into her hard, burying my cock inside her to the hilt. Her mouth stayed pressed shut, her eyes holding so much emotion as she let me fuck her in front of him. I blocked enough of her body with my own that he couldn’t see her exposed, but there was no mistaking what I was doing.
Staking my goddamn claim.
The table shook as I fucked her, my hands gripping her hips painfully. Despite the way I was taking her, her hand was gentle on my neck, not even grazing me with her nails.
