Page 54 of Vile Bastards
I turn and take off out the door, shoving the stupid key into the pocket of the hoodie, and then Bohnes is right behind me.
He grabs me by the shoulder and yanks me toward him, pushing my back against the exterior wall of the mausoleum.
“You're not allowed to do that.” My words are breathless but wanting, and I can’t seem to make myself stop showing him that.
Like his stupid dead rose, he’s pricking me all over and making me bleed.
“To do what?” he hisses through gritted teeth.
“Make me feel like I can’t live without you.”
Bohnes has me lifted up and in his arms in an instant. I’m not sure where he even gets the time to undo his slacks, and then he’s slamming my bare ass cheeks against the stone, pushing my panties aside, and burying himself to the hilt inside of me.
His kisses are rough, almost painful, but I return them with ferocious kisses of my own. I’m barely human in that moment, as much a beast as Widow fears that he’s becoming.
That’s how I know it’ll okay, that even if he is, it doesn't matter. We can be beasts together, a mated pair of violent creatures.
Bohnes fucks me up against that wall like he’s starved for it, biting my neck the way he likes and grunting with primal satisfaction as he rams home each thrust.
I gather him against me, welcoming him in, begging him to go as deep and hard as he can with husky whispers against his ear.
With a growl, Bohnes drops us to the grass, pulling out of me and flipping me over so that he can mount me from behind.
He pulls my hair so that my back arches, using his other hand to grip one of the thigh straps I’m wearing.
“What are these for, Scarlett?” He grinds my name off the end of his tongue, and I marvel that I even remotely thought he was sane at any point during the night. “All the better to tie you up with?”
“Garter belt with no garters,” I gasp as Bohnes releases my hair, grabbing the other thigh strap and then yanking on them both simultaneously.
The move forces my legs even further apart, knees sliding in the damp grass, smearing me with dirt. I collapse forward, my head pillowed on one arm, the other reaching out to dig my naked nails into the ground. I claw at it as Bohnes fucks me, my dark hair falling all around my face and getting stuck to my lips as I pant.
“Get a hand down there. I want you to come on my dick; I want my balls bathed in your slickness. Mostly, I want you to show me that you’re alive, Scarlett.” He gives another small yank on the leather thigh straps. “Show me. Prove it to me.”
I adjust my left arm, reaching between my legs and allowing my chin to rest in the dirt. My fingers find my clit, swollen and throbbing and almost too sensitive to touch.
Bohnes jumps the gun, reaching around me and under my dress, pressing his fingers over mine and pushing down. He rocks my clit with my own fingers, and I gasp, bits of grass brushing my tongue as my mouth parts in a desperate gasp.
He places his palm on the ground near my face and leans over me with the express purpose of making me as uncomfortably ecstatic as I’ve ever been in my life. My body is being ripped apart by pleasure, but it’s his intent and his fucking feelings that threaten to douse those wild flames.
“I’m never letting you go, Scarlett. If you want me gone, you’ll have to kill me.” His eyes are looking directly into mine; I can see the full extent of that truth reflected back in them. “You understand how I feel about you, don’t you?”
“Fuck your feelings,” I choke out, but I can barely breathe let alone talk.
“Fuck my feelings?” Bohnes laughs at me. “Oh, oh, Scarlett … you’ll regret saying that.” His hand disappears from my clit, and then he’s sliding out of me, and I’m scrambling to turn around and stare up at him, my bare ass planted in the damp earth and grass. He buttons up his slacks, and then reaches inside his suit jacket to pull out a knife.
I shove up to my feet, prepared to fight but also … not really, because this is Bohnes. He reaches out and takes my hand, curling my fingers around the hilt of the knife, and then he maneuvers it so that the point is positioned just over his heart.
“I won’t give you an opportunity like this for a while,” he says, and I’m at least relieved to see that he’s as red-faced and panting as I am. He can pretend he’s a ghoul or a phantom all he wants, but, as he said, he truly is just human. “Think carefully about what you want to do.”
