Page 17 of Monster Made
I only let the flask fall to the ground once I’ve turned on the ignition. Then I barrel down the street as she squirms under me helplessly.
“Let me up, Quill! I didn’t do anything! Let me up!”
Those words make me snort. Sure, she didn’t do anything. She just nearly got herself killed, that’s all. And is about to getmekilled, too, because I have no illusions about what happens to Devil soldiers who disobey orders.
It’s not my own fate, but the one she narrowly avoided, that makes me park in the quiet street by her house and pull down her jeans.
“Quill!” she gasps, her voice high-pitched from shock and humiliation. “What are you doing, Quill? Please, Quill!”
She’s begging, but strangely, I can’t tell exactly what she’sbegging for. There’s no clear signal she wants me to stop. Which is good, because I’m not sure I’d be able to.
Something prevents me from pulling down her panties along with her jeans. Because if I saw her fully naked ass, I might go a lot further than I mean to.
“Quill,” she whimpers again, wriggling her ass in a way she probably doesn’t mean to be enticing, but which very much is. “What are you doing, Quill?”
“Punishing you,” I growl, and then my hand falls, hard, on her left cheek.
She only has time to take a sharp intake of breath before I give her right cheek the same treatment. Then I fall into a hard, fast rhythm, not stopping until I can tell, even in the darkness of the October night, that both her globes are a uniform shade of red.
At last, I flip her up, setting her half-naked ass down on my thigh, her jeans still around her ankles. Her face is wet with tears, and I lift up a finger to dry them, fighting the sudden urge to taste them with my tongue, and then taste her small, perfect mouth, with its pouty form that…
No!
“You’re such an asshole, Quill,” she sniffs, her thighs clenched so hard I suddenly wonder if she’s as turned on right now as I am.
Of course not. She hates me. I’ve given her more than enough reason to despise me over the years.
“An asshole, huh?” I murmur, taking my time drying her tears. This is the first time I’ve touched her face, and her skin is very soft.
I don’t hate it.
“The biggest asshole I know,” she huffs. “A total jerk. An absolute—”
I’m trying hard not to laugh at her cute display of anger. Instead, I threaten, “Does that mean you want another round?”
“No, no, no!” she squeals, trying hard to get off me, but I hold her firmly.
I don’t know why, because I’m not planning to follow through on my threat, but I just can’t bear not to touch her right now.
“If I ever see you around Devil Tower again,” I tell her, real danger in my voice now, “you won’t get off so easily. Got it?”
She nods hurriedly, but curiosity must get the better of the fear that’s worked itself back into her features at my last words. “Why wereyouthere?” she asks in a wavering voice.
I reward that question by tilting her to the side and giving her another resounding smack on her ass.
“Ow! Quill!” she whimpers.
“Ask me again,” I growl, “or go anywhere near Devil again, and next time, I’m spanking you on your bare ass in front of the whole fucking school. Okay, Piper?”
Her wide eyes and the hands she’s currently fisting in her lap tell me she doesn’t doubt my threat for a second.
Which makes my chest strangle with sudden guilt, because the truth is, I’d never do anything as monstrous as that. Not because I’m not a monster. But because there’s no fucking way I’d let anyone see her half-naked.
But I push down on the strange emotion bubbling up inside of me.
“Okay, Piper?” I insist.
“Okay,” she mouths, looking like she’s trying very hard not to blink so she won’t spill the tears that I can tell are sparkling in her eyes.
