Page 16 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
I can’t decide if he’s afraid of racing me—which would make him a hell of a lot less attractive in my eyes—or if he’s afraid that he will beat me. If he thinks he’s sparing my feelings, well fuck him on that also.
Then again, why would he do something like that?
We’ve been going to school together since seventh grade, but—with the exception of our business dealings—we’ve never spoken more than a single sentence to one another until recently.
Actually … we still barely talk to one another.
But we fuck.
Bohnes reaches around to pop the button on my always-too-tight leather pants, sliding his hand inside and stroking a careful finger along my bare cunt. Not only am I going commando right now—in anticipation of this moment, to be honest—but I’ve also freshly waxed.
“Oh, this is new,” he breathes against my ear, the carnal excitement in his voice raking over my skin like needles. He’s sharp like that, Bohnes is. He terrifies me a little, too, because I know what he’ll do for money.
Anything.
Literally anything.
My girls and I paid him once to take care of an ex who wouldn’t stop stalking one of our own. He ended up in the hospital in a coma. That was last year, and Bohnes never got caught either.
He’s good. Very professional.
Except not like this. Like this, he’s anything but professional. He’s a monster.
Bohnes grabs a handful of my hair and yanks on it, sliding his tongue along the side of my neck as I dig my nails into the trunk of the tree. He collects the wetness of my own arousal on his fingertips, bringing them up to the hardened nub of my clit and squeezing it between two fingers.
“I didn’t do it for you,” I lie to him, and he laughs at me again, biting down so hard on my neck that I actually try to pull away. Unfortunately for me, Bohnes is too strong. If I want to get away from him, I’ll have to play dirty. I could stab him right now, make him bleed thick syrupy crimson strands across the forest floor.
But I don’t want to do that.
He’d probably stop fucking me if I did that.
Or … actually, I’m not sure that he would. He might consider it foreplay.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Scarlett,” he grinds out, licking the side of my neck like a cat. I think he made me bleed a little, but I don’t care. It feels so good, good enough that my knees turn to jelly, and I end up leaning forward more, my weight on my palms. “I can handle all sorts of things, but not lies.”
“Fine. I made Basti wax me, but I told him it was for a new bikini. I lied to him.”
“Lie to whoever else you want—just not me.” Bohnes works my clit as if it’s a cock, pulling the hood back with his fingers, exposing the raw nerves as I pant, my head hanging low. This is the most we’ve ever spoken and, considering his voice sounds like secrets being whispered in the dead of night, it’s a huge turn-on. “But Basti? Another man saw this perfect cunt?”
He yanks my hair even harder and then proceeds to suck and bite along the exposed side of my throat again.
“You’re just a fuckboy, Bohnes,” I groan, and he punishes me by shoving three fingers in all at once, stretching me and making me rise up on my toes a bit. “I don’t owe you anything.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever forget the sight of your virgin blood on my dick,” he murmurs, fucking me hard and fast with his hand as I swallow past the tightness in my throat and try to remember how to breathe. “I’m the only man that’s ever touched this. Don’t think I’m unaware.”
He slips his fingers out of me and steps back, leaving me to stumble and sag against the tree. I glance back to see him sucking those same fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them to clean off the shiny wetness.
Bohnes’ hood is down, revealing his perfectly white hair—a color that’s notoriously difficult to achieve. Most people end up bleaching their hair to death in pursuit and end up with brassy blonde instead of snow-white.
Not Bohnes.
He reminds me of a Japanese anime character sometimes, with that white-white hair, those pale blue eyes, that fresh cream complexion. Not that I can see much of it now, but I know he has an anatomically correct skeletal tattoo that goes from his neck down his back, down both arms, both legs.
With his eyes locked on mine, he reaches down and undoes his black jeans, taking the alabaster perfection of his cock in hand. He strokes it a few times as he looks at me, running his tongue across his lower lip.
The only other tattoos that Bohnes has are right there, on his dick. He’s got what looks like a black spell circle around the base that covers his balls and climbs up the sides of his shaft.
