eyes, his jaw clenched, his lips flatten in a grimace. Then he pulls his hand away from his throat and Weston coughs and draws in huge lungfuls of air. “I wish I’d shoved that knife deeper into his back when I had the chance,” Stone says, and I realize the knife is still pressed to his balls.
Weston’s eyes go wide as they dart from my face to Stone’s. “You’re that little shit who stabbed me? You’re all fucking crazy.”
“Remember what happened last time you talked to her. Keep talking and the police be damned, I will slice it off clean.” Stone’s voice is calm but cold as ice.
Weston’s frantic eyes grow wide and he starts bucking like a wild man. “You gotta help me. He’s crazy; you can’t do this,” he shrieks, tears running down his face. I would laugh if I wasn’t starting to twitch the onslaught of memories that are too vivid, and too painful.
I slap Weston, hard and he howls and starts to sob. “God, you are so pathetic. You, who tortured women for years can’t bear to be slapped?”
“He’s gonna cut off my cock,” he sobs, his chest heaving.
“Oh, shut up. He’s not going to cut off your little prick. He knows you’re not worth it.” I put my hand on Stone’s shoulder and squeeze. He looks up at me, the sinister look in his eyes morphing to worry when he sees the look on my face.
He drops the knife and stands up. “Are you okay?”
“Please, I need to go.” I whisper. I don’t want Weston to know how much being here is affecting me.
He wraps an arm around my waist, and I lean my head on his chest. The thundering of his heart against my ear is soothing and muffles the horror of this place.
The wail of sirens approaching fills the cabin. My mother sticks her head in from the bathroom. “Who called the police? I haven’t even gotten the honey on him, yet.”
“Mom, come on, please let’s get out of here, I just want this over.”
She looks between me and the bed and purses her lips in disgust. “Fine.” She marches out of the bathroom with a big black marker in her hand. “But this time, I’m going to force them to get the story right.”
Love Of My Life
Regan
Today will go down in the record books as one of the worst and best day of my life. Weston was apprehended, dragged out of the house with the words “PIMP” and “RAPIST” drawn in black marker on his chest. Courtesy of my mother and the news cameras she made sure were waiting when he arrived at the Harris County Court House for processing.
I walk through my house, turning off the lights as I go. I’m bone tired and I walk into the bedroom ready to fall straight into bed.
“They’re finally asleep. I’m so—”
My words trail off when Stone stands up. He’s palming the erection pressing against his blue and white striped pajama bottoms. “You’re so…tired? That’s too bad, cause I’m horny as fuck,”
“Oh?” I lean against the door frame, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much today, but I savor the feeling of another one tugging at the corners of my lips.
“But I have a dilemma.” He bites his lip as he pulls his pants down his hips and his erection springs free and stands straight between us. He grabs it with both of his hands and starts stroking himself.
“Are you getting yourself off??” I ask.
“Ah, Captain Obvious is in the building,” he says with a wicked smile so sensual it makes my toes curl.
“Stop talking shit and come over here,” I tease him.
“No can do. I told you, I have a dilemma,” he says and sits back on the bed and keeps stroking himself.
“Yes, and I have the solutions between my legs. “
“Be careful what you wish for… If I stop this …” He nods at his dick. “Then I’ll need to bend your sweet ass over and fuck you. You just said you’re exhausted and so I don’t think you can handle me tonight. I’m pissed; I might be too rough.”
“You are mad at me?”
“Yes. For telling me that you didn’t need me today.”
“Aww, babe. I didn’t mean it like that. I just knew I could handle it by myself.”
He grunts as his hand moves faster. “There is no more by yourself. Don’t ask me to let you go into battle alone. I never will. Never.”