Page 18 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
He knows what’ll happen if he doesn’t: we will never meet up here again.
As punishment, he yanks on my hair so hard that my scalp burns, and then he bites me again, like a goddamn vampire. It almost hurts; I almost tell him to stop, but then the biting sensation relaxes and he’s sucking on the sore spot and I’m coming so goddamn hard that I almost collapse.
Bohnes’ right arm wraps around my waist to keep me upright.
“You’ve got such a pretty pink cunt, and your nipples …” He trails off, yanking my top down so that my breasts spill out over the edge of the black sports bra. “Look at these chocolate-colored nipples. They match your smell: cherries and chocolate and leather and sex.” Bohnes releases my hair, pushing his palm against the side of my head as he fucks my sore cunt to completion.
The feeling of him coming inside of me … the sound he makes …
I groan, another orgasm threatening but refusing to break. Bohnes holds onto me as he finishes and then he follows me to the ground as I collapse. He manages to stay more or less inside of me, too.
Then we’re lying there, him on my back, me sprawled in the dirt.
“Oh yes, this is better,” he remarks, licking my neck and face. I slap him away, but he doesn’t move. He stops though. Good for him. He should know which parts of this are a game and which things will get him killed.
Eventually, I hear the bullhorn signaling the end of a race and know that my turn to kick Aspen’s ass is coming. Bohnes hears it, too, and exhales with annoyance, pushing up and off of me.
I roll onto my back, turning my head in the direction of my purse.
Like I said, it’s Versace. Worth almost three grand. I stole it because it had a medusa face on the side.
“Give me that bag,” I murmur, and Bohnes picks it up with a single finger, presenting it to me like he’s offering up a gift. He’s got such a pretty face, angelic almost. Most of the time, he looks nice, almost approachable.
I mean, his actual aesthetic looks that way. Anyone who gets close enough to him will either sense his otherness or else they’re dumber than the most pathetic prey animal on the planet. Even a farm-raised chicken would have enough instincts left to know better than to approach Kellin Bohnes.
He passes the bag over as I roll onto my side, digging through it to look for a tampon. Every ratchet ass bitch at Prescott knows you can deal with a bareback quickie this way; insert and deal with the mess later. That’s what I’m going to do.
“You’ll be racing against Aspen Kelly with my cum inside of you?” Bohnes asks, cocking his head to one side as his blue eyes shine. “Oh, I love that. Your win is my win tonight, Force.”
I ignore him, sliding the tampon in as he watches and wishing he would go away. I yank my pants up, button them, put my tits away, and then rise to my feet. Bohnes leans back against a tree to watch me; he doesn’t offer his hand.
Why would I ever expect him to?
“Try not to kill Aspen tonight,” he says, lighting up a cigarette and perfuming the air with the sweetness of cloves and tobacco. The smell always reminds me of autumn. Fitting, since it’s late September and all the leaves are starting to change. I rarely smoke but for before a race. It’s like a ritual of mine. What’s interesting, however, is that both Bohnes and I smoke cloves.
“Do you care if I do?” I ask. He looks at me, really looks at me, and not for the first time, I start to wonder if I haven’t made a mistake here. He looks like he might stalk me if I refused to see him again.
I don’t generally find men acting like violent, misogynistic creepers hot, but Kellin Bohnes is … well, he’s weird. He’s almost as weird as Widow.
“Believe it or not, I do,” he tells me in his husky, sexy voice. Bohnes studies the burning tip of his cigarette as if it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “Because I’d probably have to help you bury the body.”
He throws his head back in howling laughter, and I leave him where he is.
As I said: he’s weird as fuck.
Not sure I want to be out in the woods with him unless we’re mid-coitus.
“So this is what you do out here, huh?” a dark voice asks me, and I come to a complete standstill. I glance to my right to see Widow standing there with his back to a tree. His face is a terrifying mask of fury. “Have unprotected sex with a monster.”
