Hate me

Knox

The walk back to the motel took just over an hour, which means we have less than twenty-minutes until our four hours are up. 

Aspen suggested we extend it, but I told her it wasn’t a good idea and we needed to be the ones to find our parents and call the police, because the other way around wouldn’t look good for us. 

Grabbing her wrist, I make a beeline for the bathroom. We already wiped our faces and changed at the house in case someone spotted us on our way here, but we’re both in desperate need of a shower. 

“What are you going to do with all the evidence?” Aspen asks as I pull her t-shirt over her head.

I buried everything in the woods on our hike over, but it can’t stay there forever. 

I yank the dingy curtain back and turn the shower on. “I’ll go back and burn our clothes once the coast is clear.” 

There’s a fifty-fifty chance of that coming to fruition. 

It will all boil down to how well Aspen can hold up while being questioned by the police—because they will question us. 

I can play the part of the devastated son who just lost his hero FBI father over some unfaithful, gold-digging slut he married, but I’m not so sure Aspen can play the inconsolable, confused teen whose mom got a bullet in her head because she cheated on her new husband with her dad’s old best friend.

It’s also incredibly important we keep our stories straight, because one minor slip up will fuck us. 

Which is why I’m prepared to take the fall if things go south. 

She’s not going down for this. 

I peel her pants and underwear down her legs next. Splotches of blood that seeped through her old clothes mar her otherwise flawless flesh. 

The sight probably shouldn’t turn me on so much, but I’m a sick fuck. 

Unfortunately, I won’t get to indulge in my blood-stained reverie because she needs to wash up. 

“Get in the shower.” 

She looks down at the blood streaking her skin, almost like she still can’t believe the events that took place tonight. “Okay.”

After stripping off my clothes, I join her. 

She’s quiet as I take the bar of soap and run it over her body. I’d use a washcloth, but it’s white—make that more yellow—and I don’t want to take any chances. 

I wrap my arms around her waist as the water from the shower nozzle sprays over us and the blood from our bodies flows down the drain. 

Flashes of my father’s corpse zip through my mind.

I wanted to torture him. 

To make him feel every single ounce of fucking pain he inflicted on my mother. 

On me. 

And so help me fucking God I would have… My cock swells, pulsing against her curvy ass. After bending her forward, I spread her little cunt and sink my dick inside her. 

But I only allow myself one thrust. Just enough to collect her wetness on my shaft and drive us both crazy.

Then I shut the shower off and yank open the curtain. 

“What—”

I drag my teeth along her neck, sucking and biting the tender skin above her pulse point. “Get on your knees.” 

She robbed me of the release I desperately needed back at the house, so she owes me this. 

Aspen obeys, kneeling down on the filthy floor in front of me. 

Whether it’s because she wants this too, or she realizes this might be our last night together, I’m not sure. 

And right now, I don’t fucking care.

I fist her wet hair, wrapping it around my wrist so tightly she winces. “Open.” 

When her lips part, I shove my cock between them. 

“You like the taste of that?” 

She chokes and gags as I hit the back of her throat, her makeup-smudged eyes welling with tears as my balls slap her neck. The sight alone nearly makes me bust a nut all over her pretty face. 

I thrust harder, so hard I know I’m pushing her past her breaking point. But she relaxes her throat and takes my cock like the good girl she is.

So fucking perfect. 

I pull out and she tries to take me in her mouth again, but I yank her hair. 

“Kiss it.”

Pouting her lips, she gently presses them to my tip. I groan when she edges back slightly, causing a string of my pre-cum to appear between us.

Tugging her back to her feet, I bend her over the sink and spread her cheeks, exposing all of her. 

She moans as I lick and suck her pussy, her breaths coming out in short, quick pants. 

Her pussy clenches in that vise-grip way it does before she comes, so I change directions, teasing her little puckered hole with my tongue instead. 

Tilting her head over her shoulder, she looks down the length of her body at me, a red flush breaking out over her skin.  

I hold her gaze as I continue tonguing her, and that only makes her blush deepen.

She hisses when I replace my tongue with my finger, stopping when I reach my knuckle. 

“Knox.” She utters my name like a warning and a plea. 

Standing up, I work my cock inside her pussy while I finger her tight little asshole. “How does it feel?” 

“Full.” Her teeth saw along her lip as she closes her eyes. “I can feel you everywhere.” 

Good. 

Pumping my finger, I thrust deeper. 

The walls of her pretty cunt squeeze around me, milking my dick as I give it to her harder. 

But it’s not enough. 

I need the control that comes from holding her life in the palm of my hand. 

I need to feel her fear. 

Removing my finger from her ass, I wrap my hand around her throat. 

Her pussy pulses, her cum dripping down my balls as she orgasms.

I constrict my grip, fucking her so hard she’s going to feel the ache between her legs for days. 

I glance in the mirror. Her green eyes are filled with panic as I deplete the air from her lungs, like she’s afraid I might not let go in time. 

White-hot pleasure sizzles up my dick and I come so fucking hard my head spins. 

I let go of her throat, sagging against her. 

“I’d never kill you,” I rasp as she trembles beneath me. 

Fuck knows I’ve thought about it plenty of times, but I could never go through with it.

Aspen’s in my system. Pumping through my veins like sweet poison and surrounding the empty spaces of my cold, black heart. 

She’s in my head—like a whisper in the dark I can’t ignore. 

She’s in my soul—like a siren I can’t run away from. 

She’s the feeling in my chest I’ve never experienced before, but would kill to hold on to forever. 

She’s the home I never had.