Chapter 46
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CASPER
“You need a hobby,” Bellatrix grunted, tossing the wallet into the street as she continued down the sidewalk.
I stepped up behind her, popping a new piece of chewing gum into my mouth and snapping it against my teeth. “Like pickpocketing?”
At least I was good at it. Her? Not so much from what I’d seen. If it weren’t for Bobby, guy would have clocked her in thirty seconds flat. Like I had.
But that wasn’t why he had done it. Poor Bobs didn’t give a shit about someone getting robbed in his bar as long as the robbing was done quietly.
He was afraid of me causing a scene and him having to clean it up, though.
It was why he’d given me a heads-up and why I had to bribe Bugs to see for myself.
“I don’t care what it is as long as it doesn’t involve spying on me,” Bellatrix hissed.
“What makes you think it was you I was spying on?”
She quickened her pace. It didn’t do anything for her when one of my steps equaled three of hers. “Just a hunch.”
“Coulda been spying on Mike.” I shrugged. “There’s just something about a guy who slurps his beer like a toddler that really gets my dick goin’.”
“Does his fiancée know that?”
“How do you know he has a fiancée?” I threw back at her. I didn’t miss the fact she didn’t question how I knew the guy’s name. I knew everyone’s name at my bar.
“Another hunch.” Bellatrix stopped when the sidewalk ended. Keep going left and it would lead you out of the neighborhood. Right and you were headed deeper into the city. Bright lights, busy streets, witnesses…
I stopped beside her and waited for her to decide.
She turned left. She wanted me alone. “What happened to me going where I please?”
“Ain’t that exactly what you’re doin’, myshka?”
“How’d you get that scar on your back?” she countered as we passed the first stretch of townhouses, nothing but the random porch light guiding our way and more than a half dozen dogs barking in the background.
Now she was trying to distract me by asking an uncomfortable question.
“Which one?” I wasn’t being a smart-ass. Or maybe I was. But I also wasn’t wrong. I had at least a dozen scars running up and down my spine. Some from the Bossman, most of ?em not. It was about the same odds when it came to how many weren’t actually meant to help me walk again.
“How about the first one?” she clarified, and I grinned because she was being a smart-ass.
“My cousin bet me I couldn’t fly.” I lifted a shoulder. “I wanted to prove her wrong.”
“And did you prove her wrong?” Bellatrix glanced in my direction, a small smirk playing on her lips. She was doing her best not to smile. Her best was shit.
“Was flying for at least a second or two before I hit the ground. She never said how long I had to be in the air for it to count.”
“I’m sure she didn’t.” Bellatrix snorted, and I grinned wider when she moved a hand up to cover her nose. Until her leg also shot out in front of me and she sent me face-first on the concrete.
I caught myself before I busted my chin. Jumped back to my boots and sprinted after her. She was already a block ahead of me.
See? Told ya she liked being chased.
“Two!” she called out over a shoulder, and it took me a few beats to catch up with her. Both my brain and my feet.
I grabbed the back of her shirt and swung her to my right, into some asshole’s lawn. The automatic porch light flickered on but no one bothered to check on it as I flopped myself down on top of her, covering her mouth with the meat of my palm.
When I was sure she wasn’t gonna scream, mostly because I was more interested in dealing with her than dealing with whoever’s house we were trespassing on, I lifted my hand. “Doesn’t count. You can’t kill someone from tripping them.”
“Maybe you can’t.” She smirked.
“If you wanna waste your count on a cheap shot, that’s on you.” I rolled over, kicked up to my feet again, and lowered a hand in her direction. “When I kill you, it will only be once.”
She swiped my arm aside and stood, much slower than I would have done it on my own or with help. She was tired and she was trying to hide it.
She pushed past me, and I stepped up to match her pace. She was just walking now. I was sure of it. She had no idea where she was going but she was too stubborn to turn back.
I whistled the song my mother used to sing to me as a kid—didn’t know the words anymore but I knew the tune—and tucked my hands into my pockets. Whistling louder, the more annoyed Bellatrix appeared to get.
“We can turn back, you know,” I hummed. “Just say the word.”
“If you wanna turn back, turn back,” she huffed.
“It’s okay to admit you’re tired, myshka. Not everyone has my… stamina.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Winded? Worn out? Weary?” I listed off on my fingers. “Whatever you wanna call it.”
“Who says weary?”
I shrugged. “Dr. Lambert… probably.”
“Probably,” she agreed as she slid to her knees. I reached out to catch her, and she shoved my hand away while I realized too late what she was doing. Her fingers tugging on my zipper as she pulled my dick free.
I looked out towards the empty street before glancing back down at where her head was already bobbing, her tongue moving side to side and twirling around at the tip, and her palm working the base while her teeth clanked against my jewelry.
I had nothing to lean on but I didn’t care enough to move, so I widened my stance and locked my knees.
Yanking her ponytail and guiding her faster.
Then slower. Then faster again. She gurgled whenever I went a little too far, spit pooling in her cheeks and leaking down the corners of her mouth.
Both warm and cool as it trailed lower and dripped off my balls.
Her chin and my hands as I gripped her up by the throat and stroked my fingers along the muscles there, encouraging her to go deeper, swallow more.
Forget about breathing and take me all the way down.
She started to struggle, digging her nails into my thighs as I stepped forward and forced her neck to bend back at an odd angle, her throat opening wider the harder I pushed.
Her eyes tilted towards the night sky and mine aimed at her face.
At the panic she was trying to hide from me, same as the fact she was tired.
She looked so small in this moment, so broken and so determined not to show it.
She could fight me off. Even with her hair wrapped around my fist, I wasn’t holding on all that tight.
She didn’t want to, though. She wanted me to surrender.
She needed it. She needed my cum down her throat.
She needed to taste it. She needed the control.
I might have been the one standing over her, but she was the only one who had the power to end this. And I wasn’t gonna give it to her easy. I liked it too much to stop it now. And she liked it too much to tap out.
Keeping her head pulled back, I brushed the hair sticking to her forehead aside.
She was dripping sweat. Like she was dripping everywhere else.
Her thighs clenched together beneath her and her knees continuing to grind against the sidewalk as I drove my hips in and out.
I enjoyed most things fast. Cars, food, drugs.
But not this. I enjoyed this slow. Torturously slow.
“You aren’t the least bit afraid of somebody seeing us, are you?
” I grunted, as I drew my cock back, letting it rest on her lower lip.
A long, thin spiderweb of spit pulling and popping when I flexed.
“Seeing you on your knees for me in the middle of the street… Begging for it… You weren’t bothered when your friend was watching us either.
That’s it, ain’t it?” I grinned and forced my cock back down her throat.
As far as it would go without having her puke it up at me. “You like putting on a show…”
She gurgled her response, and I didn’t care enough to figure out what it was because I liked putting on a show too. My cock must have liked it more. Because it chose that moment to empty itself all over her and me and our clothes and the sidewalk.
Bellatrix shoved at my stomach and carefully rose to her feet, about as wobbly as I was when I reached a hand inside my pocket and tossed another diary page at her shoes.
She bent down to pick it up. “What’s this for?” she asked, her thumb wiping at the side of her mouth. A white streak already drying on the collar of her black shirt.
“For not using your teeth.”
“And what if I did use my teeth?”
“Then you would have gotten two,” I said as I tucked my wet cock away and readjusted my zipper. A few shakes later, I was turning around and walking in the opposite direction.
It didn’t much matter where she went now. But something told me she wouldn’t be far behind my ass after that.