Page 52 of Bleed Me

CHAPTER TWELVE

Like I’d been electrocuted, my whole entire body jolted to a standing position. No. Even though I felt paralyzed—body, heart, and soul—I turned around in slow motion, terrified of the sight that was waiting for me, but needing to know. I had to see how I had catastrophically fucked up another life, one so much more valuable than my own.

Justice was holding the barrel of her gun near her temple—careful not to touch since it was hot from being fired—but was so ready to fire it again. I just knew it. Dripping wet, she looked like a perfect blend of a psychotic escapee and a biker version of Mother Nature with the water and greenery behind her. She sneered, “The next shot is in my head, asshole.”

“You. Crazy. Fucking. Bitch.”

“You. Better. Fucking. Know. It.”

We were both heaving for air as I demanded, “Put the gun down.”

“Kick yours to me first.”

As if lecturing a child, I pointed and scolded. “You need to calm the fuck down.”

“Me?” She imitated me the first day we met by throwing one arm wide. “Ya leading by example?”

That’s not fair. “I was lost that day.”

“Then found, fucker. By me. Don’t you forget that.”

Desperate for my crazy to finally end, I patted my chest. “Right here, babe. But, please, don’t ask me to live through hurting you. I can’t. I just can’t.”

Not dropping her gun, she burst into tears. “You didn’t! He didn’t! That’s what I’ve been trying to say! Unless you consider him making me come caused me pain, he hasn’t hurt me at all.”

Hold up. Did she just say—? I growled, “He made you come?”

Her brows pinched. “Well, technically, you did.”

I took a step toward her. “How did he make you come?”

She took a step back, lowering her gun. “Umm, you, umm, wanted a, uh, taste.”

Fighting a severe case of the crazy-jellies, my tongue searched every part of my mouth, fighting not to say… “You let him go down on you?”

She took another step back, cautiously eyeing me. “Giver, this is insane.”

“You ain’t seen shit yet. Why did you let him lick you?” Hooded eyes told me she was getting lost in the memory of it. Oh, hell no. “Get on the ground.”

“W-What?” she balked.

“I want you on my tongue. Right fucking now. I’m gonna suck you so hard, it will erase any memory of him, or anyone else for that matter.”

I swear her knees wobbled as she swayed, barely able to keep those glassy greys open. “B-But, it was you.”

“Nah, babe, but you’re about to get me.” Justice, not watching where she was going, had backed into a boulder that was at the perfect height for what I planned to do. I took advantage of her wobble and pounced, pressing my hand to her chest to lay her down. “Open your legs.”

Justice was so aroused, though she might have said ‘no’, her knees falling apart gave me all the permission I was looking for. “G-Giver, what are you—”

“Pull that string aside, or I’m ripping that silk from your body.”

Shaky fingers fumbled, but she was doing as told. “W-Why are you so mad?”

Perfection. Wet, pink perfection.

“Because… no one but me—” Lowering to my knees, I took in every beautiful crevice. “What the fuck is this silver down here?” My dick went rock hard because the piercing on her tender skin mimicked the torture I was about to deliver, but my temper soared because my deranged mind was convinced a man had done the piercing. “You think I’m playin’?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond before slapping her hand away and ripping the panty from my personal playground.

In need, her legs started to tremble. “G-Giver—”