DECEIT (B723) by Hazel Grace (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📕

He has me almost believing that he wants this as much as I do.

That I’m not the only one who regrets us breaking up.

His lips trail down to my neck, biting with his teeth and making sure he could possibly leave a mark before sucking on it like we’re teenagers who can’t get enough of each other.

“He hurt you,” he mumbles against my warmed skin. “How do I let that go?”

“I don’t know,” I mutter off an exhale. “But it’s going to be okay. I’ll handle it.”

He sinks his teeth into the column of my throat again, and a violent shutter escapes my frame, leaving a cold trail of goosebumps lining my arms.

“You’re not alone, not anymore. Let me burn him alive, Emmy. I’ll drag his crispy body through the streets while you watch if you want me to.”

My chest clenches at his wanting to do this for me—it’s as romantic as he gets. Killing someone how I want and allowing me to observe.

He’s like a cat that kills a bird and brings it in the house and at your feet. He’s proud to do it.

I hear a clicking sound before Bishop raises his left hand to show me the jagged blade of a knife. “Remember this, Em?”

I nod. It’s the knife I bought him for his birthday when we were dating. On the bottom of the handle is a small carved heart with my initials underneath.

“It’s my favorite,” he mutters, lowering it. “I always carry it with me.”

My eyes snap shut.

What in the actual fuck? No, no, no. Don’t get sucked in. 

“Do you know how many people I’ve stabbed with this? How many times I’ve thought of you when slicing someone’s tongue out. When I light my Zippo over the tip just to combine us together when I torture someone?”

A deep moan rumbles from my chest then I feel the edge of the handle against my clit.

“Will you fuck me and it, Emmy? Every time I touch it, your pussy will have brushed and came over it.”

His palms skim up my ribs underneath my shirt to cup my breast over my bra. Yanking the material roughly down to free my tits, he flicks my hard nipple with his thumb.

“I’m going to kill him for you and your kids,” he utters behind my ear, every plunge inside me, forcing the handle to rub against my sensitive nub. “And I’m going to think of you again…and again and again, Emmy. Because there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you whether you believe it or not.”

His lips wrap around my earlobe as he begins to jackhammer inside me like his life depends on it. I can hear his heavy breaths as he peppers kisses and trails wet paths around my neck with his tongue.

“Fuck, I’m going to come in this pussy.”

My cool facade cracks and I’m writhing underneath his touch.

And that’s what he does.

I come within a minute of him being rooted so profoundly in me that when I think I’m going to scream, the air isn’t in my lungs to do so. The hard handle of his knife along with the steel length of his cock has me gasping and whimpering for more.

Bishop follows when I grip his hand that’s holding his blade, guiding him to finish with me.

Pressing a kiss to my neck then my temple, he finds something to clean me off with and for himself, then pulls his jeans up.

Tossing the keys to me, he tells me to drive myself home. The back door closes next and he takes off without another word down the street, disappearing with my heart cracking behind him.

Taking a walk to clear my head and settle down my still throbbing cock, I called Kyson to meet me. I’m not sure how much shit Alexander is packing, and I’m not looking to develop holes in my body tonight. Nor do I know anything about the motherfucker.

My previous meeting with him may speak volumes on its own but I’m not considering testing it out when he might have a whole army of security surrounding him now.

Instead, I’m thinking about the ways I’m going to mutilate this shithead because it’s what I’m good at, and I’m not going to do it alone.

Every single individual on B723 owes Alexander their own personal brand of payback. Not only did he try to kill me, but the twins and my wife.

Divorce is out of the question at this point. The only way I’m going to sleep at night and be able to focus on my day-to-day is if Emmy is at my side, in my bed, and announced to the world that she’s my wife.

So, I’m making moves to have that done too.

Forgiveness is something I’ll work on with everything else. It’s better than thinking about every day with her bad decision making putting her into another horrible situation.

And I still fucking love her.

A blue truck pulls up in front of me, revealing Kyson in the passenger seat of Marty’s truck and a deep scowl written on his features.

“Where the fuck is your car?”

I step forward, not giving a shit about his mood. “I drove with Em. Then I let Em drive off without me in it.”

Kyson keeps his unimpressed and exasperated expression pasted on his face. “Leave her alone. She’s going through enough.”

“Can’t.”

“It’s a losing battle to pick a fight with Ems,” Marty claims behind the wheel. “Are you new?”

The backseat window suddenly rolls down before Mills’s mocking smile hits me in the face. “Sooo…what are we doing?”

“We’re burning down someone’s home.” All three faces inside the vehicle immediately frown. “But first, we might get to have some fun.”

That has two of the faces somewhat lighting up while Kyson still sulks in the front seat.

“Hold up,” he conveys sourly. “Mills hasn’t even been able to look up this asshole’s place. We don’t know how much security he has in there now.”

My eyes narrow. “You coming or not? That was the whole point of my calling you.”

“Not,”