Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

"Yeah, you know what my d...

"Touché."

"You think I won't push because you’re driving and I’m sick or something?”

“I'm not sick. This is my brain on life. So let me say it for you, Ezra. I think you're a big, cocksucking gay fag just like I am. I bet if I put a dick in your ass, you'd fucking love it. Everyone knows cocksuckers like a big dick in their asshole."

Then he's out. He's stalking around the hood, a shadow in gold light. He's on my side, four or five feet away from my door, facing the thick woods. His shoulders heave as he

lights up a cigarette. Another second, and a puff of smoke drifts up toward the bright moon.

"You must really feel like hell, Mills." It’s quiet and earnest, taking me off guard, so I can’t help but lash out again. I laugh like he’s lost his damn mind. "I feel perfect."

"Oh yes, only you. So special. You know all my dirty secrets." "I know everything I need to. I was having fun making you squirm, and you enjoyed it. Don't pretend you didn't want it."

"Don't pretend you cared whether I did,”

"I went slow every time. Except that night on the roof. I took it slow so you could push me away, but you didn't want to do that, did you? You pushed my head down. You made sure to stuff my mouth full of your dick because you wanted that shit. It was worth the shamed feeling you had when I would send you out of my room."

"No it wa...

"That’s fine, because I won't do it again."

"Too afraid to be with someone like me, dick face?”

“Your mouth's not good enough to break me.”

"I think we both know it's good enough for anything you want it to be."

"Do you think it was me?"

"Sure fucking hope it was you. Every night I went in your room, it sure as shit looked like you." "That's not what I meant." "Then say it."

"Do you think what I did...caused the..." "Seizure?" I snap.

"Yeah."

"Would it matter if it had? Would you feel bad or something?"

"You didn't. No. Your lips are pretty fucking sweet but not that sweet, angel."

"All of that was a...lapse,” he says quietly. “No one can find out that it happened."

"Fuckin’ shame. Was gonna put it on the jumbo screen at halftime at the first football game next week." "I’m not kidding, Mills. You can't tell."

"I won't tell, man. Don't worry, I’m not a fucking dick. Your little secret's safe with me." "It's not my secret,” he says.

"Oh, that’s right. Because you're not gay. It was just a lapse. You just love…to toy with me.” I quirk a brow. "Next time, bang on the wall."

I was too busy scoping out DG—but dude is definitely glaring at us right now.

Arnie's re-located; now he's beside DG. The next time I look, DG's got his cheek in his palm, his elbow propped on the card table.

I try not to stare a hole in Arnie.

"Fuck you, Ezra." "Yeah, yeah. Wish you could."

"You’re tired. I’ve been watching you. You’re really obvious."

"Oh yeah. How i...

"It's just obvious to me,"

"You were playing pool, but you were sitting down a lot of the time otherwise. Your face is tired. When you smile, it looks tired. You need to go home."

"Is that right, Dad?" "Daddy's here to take ...

"Maybe I’ve got someone else who’s gonna take me." "Arnie?" I ask. "Maybe."

"Well, is he?" "Might be."

"He’s a fucker if he hasn't followed ...

"Are you waiting for h...

“C’mon, Mills. Let’s go.” "I don’t need your hand."

"Lay your seat back,” I say. “I'll drive slow. Watch for deer and bears and shit." “You should,”

“Here, I’ve got a jacket,"

"It’s cl...

When he twitches, it scares me so much, I put my palm near his lips to be sure he's breathing. My hand hovers over his forehead. I want to touch it. Give his hair a little stroke. To say I'm sorry this shit sucks.

Hurting him was always at the core of what I hoped to do. Make him beg and watch him writhe. I wanted power. Just until I finally get some peace.

feel his arms around me…because I’m lying in his lap.

“What happened?” I manage. “I don’t know.” His voice is quiet. “Think you might have had a nightmare. I was up already, so I heard you.” Ohh yeah. I remember. I had a dream about having a seizure. I was playing soccer and…

I nod, biting on the inside of my cheek hard enough so I won’t cry in front of him. Even the nod makes my neck ache.

“Lie on your stomach, or your side if you want to.”

“You fell back to the left, I think.”

“That hurt there, too?” Ouch—it fucking does.