BooksBarbecue
Back Someone Had to Do It
Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. About the Authors
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. 29
  35. 30
  36. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  37. THE STORY BEHIND SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT
  38. SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT: THE PLAYLIST
  39. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

I want this noise inside my head to go away and never come back. I want quiet.

That’s what I want.

I don’t know how to say any of that. So I tell him he can put it anywhere he wants. He smiles, flips me over and pulls me up to my knees in one fluid motion, like this is all so effortless for him. I sigh when I feel him open me and close my eyes, losing myself in the pain of him, the force of him. The hypnotic rhythm of wet flesh. The low, desperate sounds of his pleasure. A line of sweat drips down my neck, and when I tell him harder, I have to press my hand against the headboard to keep from crashing straight into it, and he is so dirty and so into it, and somewhere along the way I think I call him daddy, which is embarrassing and fucking disturbing when I think about it for too long because I never say daddy, never, and then his hand comes down on my ass, hard and fast, no warning or hesitation, just his wide, smooth palm. It makes such a brutal, satisfying sound that I beg him to do it again. My body bucks in shock. The pain is everywhere at once.

He moans, his hand gripping my waist, holding me still. “You like that?”

My voice is barely a rasp of sound. “Yeah.”

He slaps me again. I squeeze my eyes tight and bite down on one of my pillows and tell him he’s about to make me come, and of course this does him in. I feel him shudder and tell him, don’t stop, please don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop, but then I’m not sure if the words ever actually leave my mouth because I can barely speak, and I’m so close and doing my best to come when he slips an arm around me and rubs three fingers against my pussy, and suddenly it’s almost too much. I come so hard, I don’t realize it at first. The blood gushing down my face. I taste it on my tongue, the metallic tang of it, then I reach a hand up to touch my nose and my fingers come back bright red.

“That was so hot,” Carter says, still moving inside me, slower now, but I barely feel him anymore. I don’t know how to stop the blood. It keeps coming, a steady, cruel flow.

Warm lips press into my back, and I almost lurch out of my skin.

“Hey. You okay?” Carter reaches out and gently pulls me toward him.

When he tries to flip me onto my back, I hold still. “I’m fine,” I say, my voice a rough croak. My hand flies up to my face again, but I’m not fast enough.