I walked through school in a daze on and off all day, not hearing a word, and faces were a blur. It’s all because of that arrogant jerk! The guys are slowly trying to kill me, torturing my body until I hardly recognize myself. When Logan uses that mouth of his, I either want to slap it shut at whatever spills out of it, or I could just sit on his face while he gives me the sweetest torture. Just that thought alone makes me whimper, my eyes filling with tears. I want more. I want more of Dalton’s gruffness, the way he promises revenge for me as he brings me to ecstasy. The silent way Nicky stares at me, like he’s stripping me bare with his gaze alone, planning more ways to give me pleasure and pain. I’ve thought of ways for him to place me over his knee again, he’ll be seeing more sass from me in the near future. Don’t even get me started on Tey, he unleashed something inside of me that’s been boiling for years. I can see him by my side for a long time, just being his crazy self as he encourages me to let all my crazy out.
Sigh.
What is wrong with me? I hate them, but for some reason I can’t help wanting to be closer to them. How I picture it is, when you have a stare down with a poisonous snake, they tell you to not run. To hold still and it won’t attack, but your brain says fuck it. We are running, fuck the consequences. That’s how I feel, staring down at a rattlesnake, waiting for it to bite me.
“Till! Tillie! Fuck off!” Nicola screams next to my ear, appearing out of the blue and almost making me piss myself.
Turning to her as we head out to the parking lot, she grabs my hair and pulls while making dinosaur noises to a group of people walking by. Her hair pulling has me screaming as I duck my head and crouch while I curse under my breath, trying to untangle her finger from my hair.
“Sorry! Sorry! Letting go.” Nicola grimaces, blinking rapidly as she finally let’s go and looks down at the ground like she’s ashamed.
“Did you really just make dinosaur noises at a group of guys? Was that an attempt at a pterodactyl?” I snicker and place my arm through hers, dragging her with me as I walk towards Logan’s corvette.
“Hey! It takes real skills to make the sounds that come out of my mouth,” she brags with a shrug, but she’s still not meeting my eyes.
I have the perfect way to fix that. Seeing the group of fake blonde bimbo’s surrounding Logan and Nicky’s car, I take this as my opportunity to show Nicola it’s okay to be different as we reach the guys parking spots.
Letting go of Nicola, I mess up my hair on purpose so it’s sticking up in all directions and jump around in front of the girls like a crazy person while making the loudest screech of a pterodactyl humanly possible. I chase them off, watching them scream and run in their high heels. Once they are gone, I place my hands on my knees and laugh until tears are rolling down my cheeks. Turning around to high five Nicola, I’m confronted with horrified faces and Nicola gasping for breath on her knees on the pavement.
“Honey bear, if you need a straight jacket, I have one at home you can borrow,” Tey says dead serious with a nod, like he’s actually thinking of going to grab it for me.
“My ears are still ringing. Make sure to use those lungs in the bedroom next time, little bitch. I’m taking this as a challenge now.” Dalton rubs his five o’ clock shadow, staring me up and down like he’s making plans.
I’m scared and dare I say… a little turned on.
“I don’t know what scares me more. Knowing that I had whores leaning against my car or that Tillie is just as crazy as Tey. Always thought I’d only have to look after one loose cannon, but now it’s two.” Logan shakes his head, looking up at the sky in exasperation, but his lips twitch like he’s holding back a grin.
I smooth my hair down, clearing my throat as I glare at them like it’s their fault I had to resort to this part of myself. It feels good to let go. I watch as Nicky stares down as his laughing sister and glances up at me in silence for a beat then helps her off the ground by a hand on the elbow. What was that look for?
“Oh God. I wish I was filming that. Thank you.” Nicola hugs me fully, causing me to tense for a second before I hug her back, melting into her as my shoulders relax.
I could get used to being hugged. It’s been a long time since anyone has wrapped their arms around me without a hidden agenda, like Uncle Rig used to. Hopefully one day I can do it without thinking of my past.
“Anytime. Now, are you going to tell me why you almost bulldozed me over in excitement before we decided to play dinosaurs?” I question, completely ignoring the guys as they talk among themselves, but I can see out of the corner of my eye that Nicky is leaning closer to us to eavesdrop on our conversation.
“There’s a party tonight,” she whispers, glancing left and right while shaking my shoulders in eagerness.
“And?” I raise an eyebrow, wondering why her eyes are alight with an intensity and a feverish look that makes my back straighten.
“The jocks are throwing the party… At Gary’s house.” Her left eye twitches and she glances at her brother, and quickly looks away when she notices him listening as his brow wrinkles in confusion.
I don’t think Logan and Dalton have let him or Tey in on what happened in the locker room. Will they go on a murdering spree or not give two shits? I know Franco told them to stay out of trouble, to lay low… but will they actually listen?
“You know, I’m suddenly thinking a party is the perfect way to let loose tonight,” I say with a grin that Nicola matches, slowly spreading across her face.
I turn to the guys, pretending I don’t see Nicky straighten and glance away.
“Lo,” I gain his attention, watching him pause his conversation to look at me as Dalton’s mouth drops open in shock at the nickname I just dropped. “Nicola and I want to go to a party tonight. It’s at Gary’s house.”
Logan rubs his chin, staring me down, before he glances at Tey and Nicky. Tey’s hardly paying attention, talking to his unicorn as he lifts its tail and pulls stuffing out of the stuffed animal’s ripped butthole. I watch with my mouth hanging open as he mutters under his breath, pulling out matches, the world’s tiniest bottle of lube, and finally a stick of gum that he pops in his mouth grinning. Shaking my head, I glance back at Logan and have an intense, silent communication with him until he sighs in defeat.
“Fine, but you two don’t wander off. You stay in my sight, even if one of us is getting our dick wet.” He unlocks his car with a pleased grin and gets in before I can go batshit crazy on him.
That fucker.
I’ll cut a bitch… wait. Why the fuck would I care? It’s not like I want him to… seriously like me. Any of them. I don’t need anyone. I need to stick to my plan of turning all four of them against each other and have them begging on their knees in front of me. Suddenly in a bad mood, I’m about to climb into the backseat when Nicky stops me by the elbow.
“Why are you asking permission? Why would you want to go to the party?” Nicky asks with suspicion. I swear nothing gets by him.
Plastering on a smile, I stand on my toes and whisper in his ear. His hand tightens on my elbow as his jaw moves back and forth when my body brushes up against his. Sucker.
“I’m looking to get spanked again, so what better way than to be bad at a party full of raging hormones? Besides, I want to let loose since I’m likely to die soon. I want a drink,” I lie through my teeth, grinning up at him innocently.
He takes a deep breath and lets go of me, walking towards his car only to turn back then change his mind with a head shake. Guess he wasn’t expecting that. Half of what I said is true, I wouldn’t mind a spanking from Nicky again.
But tonight is about putting someone in their place. Gary’s been walking around with a bruised eye for a week with a cocky grin, thinking no one can touch him. He doesn’t get to have that freedom. I won’t let another girl fall into the palm of his hand just to get hurt.
I’m the one who’s finally going to be doing the hurting. Instead of receiving it, I’ll be delivering it.
Time to party.
I’ve never been to a high school party before but it’s exactly how I pictured it as we stand in the doorway. Cheap beer, barely clothed girls, and a makeshift dance floor with guys grinding on girls, attempting to lure them into sex with all the wrong hip moves. The thought makes me shudder in horror at the effort these girls go to just to flirt, half of them are younger than me. At that age, I was sliding down poles while taking my clothes off. Everyone’s mostly innocent here, never experienced true pain that makes you wish you were dead.
“If you’re trying to kill me, you’re succeeding,” Nicky says behind me in disgust, pushing away a drunk kid stumbling out the door just in time as he vomits on the porch.
“I wanted, uh, to party,” I grimace and can’t look at him, knowing he’s going to see right through me. “Let’s get a drink.”
I quickly step through the door, heading to the kitchen as my breathing picks up. I need at least one shot to get me through this night, before I bring out the other Tillie who knows how to seduce a man with just a smile. So many bodies stuffed together in one place, the air heavy with sweat and liquor. Squeezing between people, I finally make it to the kitchen where all the drinks are set up on the counter with spilled liquor and red solo cups. Feeling the guys behind me, watching my every move… I grab the nearest alcoholic drink and twist the cap off. My hands shake slightly as I start chugging the cheap beer, hating the taste that goes down, but it instantly mellows me out.
“Is someone going to tell me why we are here, mingling with the riffraff?” Nicky snarls at the partygoers, the music getting louder and causing them to form a circle around me as the kitchen fills up.
“You’ll find out soon enough but when you do, you can’t interfere. That goes for both of you.” I point my now empty beer bottle at Nicky and Tey, glaring to get my point across.
Don’t mess with my shit, it’s mine to take back.
Tey swaggers over to me, throwing his arm over my shoulder and grabbing the nearest bottle of whiskey within reach. He has his poker face on, not giving me a hint of what he’s thinking about, but I can’t stop watching as he tilts his head back and brings the whiskey up to his wide lips. His Adam’s apple bobs with the first swallow, but he grabs the back of my neck with his other hand and forces my head back as he leans over me. With his face inches away, he puts pressure on my neck until I open my mouth to ask him what the hell he’s doing.
“What-” I start to say but I’m cut off as Tey rest his plump, soft lips against mine and opens his mouth as I gasp.
Warm, smooth whiskey flows into my mouth, the taste tickling down my throat as I swallow. I don’t know when I closed my eyes, but when I slowly blink them open, it’s to see Tey leaning slightly back with a small wicked smirk.
“I have a feeling tonight’s going to be fun. If you need me to get rid of a body, I’m game.” He wipes a drop of whiskey off the corner of my mouth with his thumb and turns his head to glance at a scowling Nicky. “Nicholas, come here.”
Nicky glances between us, his scowl deepening but he pushes off the opposite counter to make his way over to stand behind me, placing my body right between theirs. Tey takes another drink and winks at me just as he pushes up against my shoulder, squeezing me up against Nicky’s chest. I watch as Tey does the same thing to Nicky, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer until they are both leaning over me. My breathing picks up as my panties grow damp, seeing how Nicky’s eyes drop down to Tey’s mouth and stays there. I let out a breathless moan as Tey tilts Nicky’s head and places his mouth against his, the same way he did to me. A hand skims my hip while another slides across my ribs, grazing the curve of my breast, but I can’t pull my gaze away to even look. It could be Tey holding me in place or Nicky pulling me closer, but the thought of both of them touching me at the same time sends my heart into overdrive because I want that real fucking bad. All I can see is two hard, muscular as hell bodies moving closer together and making me a tight sandwich as I grip fists full of their shirts to stop myself from joining. Strong jawlines move as they fight for dominance, neck muscles tight and lips locked as Nicky swallows the whiskey down from Tey’s mouth as he lets it flow out.
“Get the fuck out,” I hear Dalton growl from somewhere and hear a girl squeak in fear before the kitchen goes quiet.
That seems to make everything come back in full force. The music, the party happening around us, and the way Nicky shoves away while looking around frantically in panic.
“Do you have a death wish?!” Nicky yells, licking his lips as he glares at Tey. “If that gets back to Jin…” Nicky runs a hand through his hair, turning his back to us as he tries to gain control of himself.
“You need to relax. It won’t get back to him.”
I peek around the kitchen, surprised to find it empty. Dalton stands in the doorway, practically growling at anyone trying to come in. That explains that. Logan appears out of nowhere, I wonder when he left to begin with? Maybe he went to see if Nicola and Evan finally made an appearance. I hope as fuck they are already here, someone has to keep an eye on the rest of the party incase shit goes south. Logan curls his index finger at me and nods his head to the side to follow him. Looking between Nicky and Tey and seeing them talking to each other in a low voice, I quickly duck around Dalton to Logan’s side.
“I’ll distract them as long as I can, but don’t hold your breath,” Dalton grumbles and crosses his arms with a mean curl of his lips as another group of boys try to enter but they quickly retreat like dogs with tails between their legs.
I pat his bicep and quickly catch up to Logan who goes into the living room, leaning against a wall with his ankles crossed. I slide up to his side and follow his gaze to see what he’s looking at. Brown eyes connect with mine, a cruel smirk on his mocking lips.
Gary.
Surrounded by his jock buddies on the couch, he tips a beer back as he stares daggers at me, like I was the one to somehow wrong him, when in reality he’s the problem. It’s not my fault he’s a rapist. I hate men like him. Thinking women owe him something, that it’s all our fault for wearing clothes that show too much skin to tempt him.
“Go upstairs, last door on the left. It’s his room, he’ll follow because he can’t help himself. Stumble up the stairs on your way, act drunk. I’ll give you five minutes, Tillie, before we come in. I’ll have Dalton round up his two little friends,” Logan says with a stony facial expression and pushes off the wall to walk out the back patio.
Never taking my eyes off my prey, I roam my gaze along the bruise over his right eye, noticing it fading along with his busted lip. It’s really not fair that his bruises can fade and mine seem to always linger, even years later. I’m trying to decide how I want to play this. Do I hurt him like he did me by taking his dignity away, or worse? Out of the corner of my eye, I see Larry playing with some girls’ hair, distracting her as Stan slips a white powder into her solo cup.
This is going to be the night I turn it all off, to play my part in this world. Eighteen years ago, a monster was born from the Devil himself. It’s time I spread my wings, accept this is who I am. No more running, I’m sprinting full force at those who have done me wrong.
I came here with a plan, to lure him away with seduction, get him into a quiet place away from all the prying eyes, so I can do what needs to be done. He just has to take the bait and I know just how to convince him. Grabbing a beer from a cooler at my feet, I chug half of that in one go and grin with my eyes closing. Justin Bieber’s song “Peaches” comes on over the speaker, making some of the girls surrounding me scream in excitement and start dancing. Deciding this is my chance, I make my way into the middle of the dance floor and can feel Gary’s eyes on my back. My hand travels up my body, sliding into my hair as the music takes over and I move my hips to the beat that just comes naturally.
When was the last time I danced this freely without having to take off my clothes? It’s been awhile. Tossing my hair to the side, I peek over my shoulder with a seductive smile as I glance directly at Gary. He roams his gaze up and down my body, his lips still curled in a sneer, but he can’t help following my body’s movements. Giving him one last look, I drain the rest of the beer and pretend to wobble in my heels. I stumble into a couple and laugh loudly like I’m drunk. With my back turned away from him, my smile drops instantly and I make my way towards the stairs. Pausing at the base of the stairs, I take a deep breath and grip the railing. I know he’s following, I can practically feel him giving chase. The thought makes me shiver with disgust.
Finding his room easily just like Logan said, I stumble into through his doorway and instantly, the smell of overpowering cologne hits my nose but confirms I’m in the right bedroom. Why do guys think that you need to soak in body spray like it’s going out of style? It’s like he dumped peppermints with spearmints inside someone’s granny trunk in an attic filled with mothballs. I leave the door cracked behind me and quickly shove the window wide open to air the place out before sitting on the checkered pattern bedspread with my legs crossed as I wait.
Hook, line, and sinker.
I lean back on my hands as the door silently closes, my gaze directed at my sequined heels that match my stockings. Logan picked out this outfit, a sequin halter top that pairs nicely with the short satin skirt that ends mid-thigh. Apparently, Gary likes it, too.
“I knew you wanted it. Sluts like you pretend you don’t, but here you are. On my bed. All alone,” Gary states cockily, crossing his room to sit beside me and tucks my hair over my shoulder. Sliding his fingers down my arm, he stares at my thighs while licking his lips.
“You have it all figured out.” I giggle, pretending to be buzzed, and he smirks this evil smile that makes me want to slap it off his face, but I restrain myself, by some miracle.
“Now, do what you do best and spread your legs for me,” he says and turns to place his wallet and cellphone on his nightstand. He thinks I don’t notice how he turns his camera on and positions it towards the rest of his room.
He’s recording this. Good, something to look back on years from now, and maybe he’ll learn his lesson by watching it over and over again because he won’t be able to help himself. That one time his world crashed around him, and he needed proof it really happened.
This guy is no foreplay, he turns back to me and starts slobbering all over me. He starts kissing down my neck, his mouth sloppy and rushed. He grabs the clasp around my neck as I hold still, not making a sound as my top pools around my waist. My breasts are exposed, the cool AC making my nipples pebble, and he takes that as a sign to grope me with one of his hands. His touch and groan makes my muscles lock up tight, I keep telling myself it’s no different compared to the strip club.
“I’ve been told I give the best head by multiple men. Why don’t you lie back and I’ll show you.” Before I’m done even talking, he’s unsnapping his khakis and laying down on the bed with his hands behind his head.
“Well, get to it, cunt,” he draws out, nodding towards his flaccid dick that has me swallowing down the vomit threatening to climb up my throat.
Standing from the bed, I unzip the back of my skirt to let it fall to the ground around my heels. I stand in front of him in high heels, diamond stockings attached to a garter strap around my thighs, and lacey, hot pink panties that look good against my skin. He glances over my body with a scowl and looks back down at his dick that still isn’t hard. Seems to me if he’s not pinning a girl down, it doesn’t work for him.
“How about I put on a little show for you? I’ll be so wet for you.” The tone of my voice is raspy and breathless, letting him think I actually want this.
“Hurry the fuck up and then suck my dick.” His voice grates on my nerves, but I climb back onto the bed until I’m sitting on his calves.
Far enough back that he can’t touch me, and so if he tries to go anywhere, he can’t. I’m going to distract him long enough that he won’t see the dagger tucked nice and comfy into the back of my garter until it’s too late. He won’t see me coming for him.
I slide my hands slowly up the curve of my hips and cup my breasts in both hands under his watchful gaze for a second, before running my fingers through my hair as I tip my head back like I’m experiencing ecstasy. He doesn’t once glance at my face, his focus is completely on my body. I lean back, bracing one hand on his calf as my other slides down my taut stomach towards the edge of my panties. Slipping my fingers inside, I try to think of something else to distract me.
Dalton comes to mind, the last time he made me gush all over his skilled fingers. With him taking front and center in my head, it’s easier to glide my hand into my panties and start rubbing my clit in tiny, fast circles. Taking my gaze away from the ceiling, I glance down to see Gary gazing at my moving fingers with lust, his panting breath loud as he grabs his balls, trying to get hard. It gives me a chance to slip the dagger out. He doesn’t know what the feeling is at first, when I move my hand out from behind my back to place it on his upper thigh… right next to his dick, that was just starting to rise to the occasion. I’m still not impressed by the little guy, he’s definitely not a grower.
“What is-” he starts to say absentmindedly but his whole body freezes when he glances down. “You fucking bitch!” he hisses, attempting to look menacing, but for once, I hold the power with a man under me.
“You’re not allowed to call me bitch. That’s reserved for someone else. I’d watch what you say to me. After all, I could cut off your dick with just a flick of my wrist.” I bite my lower lip, inching my dagger closer to said dick and start to slip my fingers out of my underwear. Dalton gave me the dagger before we left for the party, so I was prepared.
“Well, don’t stop on our account. It was just getting good, little bitch,” Dalton drawls out from the doorway, making me jump slightly and causing Gary to hiss out in pain between his teeth as I accidentally cut him on the thigh.
Turning my head to look behind me, I watch as Dalton leans against the open doorway with Stan and Larry on either side of him. I can see from here that both of them are shaking with fear. Logan enters next, with Tey and Nicky coming to stand on either side of him, as he shuts the door. I didn’t even hear them come in, sneaky bastards.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Nicky exclaims with a growl, taking a step towards the bed as if to grab me and throw me over his shoulder caveman style, but Logan stops him with a hand on his shoulder. Tey gives me this look like he’s deeply wounded that I’m having fun without him. There’s betrayal in his ocean blue eyes as he gazes to the knife and back at me sitting practically naked on top of another guy.
“Get this crazy cunt off me! She was asking for it just like last time, but I swear she came onto me. I found her in my room!” Gary shouts in panic, seeing he just might not make it out of here alive.
“Last time?” Tey says in a deadly, quiet voice, his face wiping away any facial expression.
“You should have kept your mouth shut,” I tell Gary, shaking my head with a sigh.
Before I can blink, Nicky grabs Larry and twists his arm behind his back, so that his body is arched at a weird angle as he stands on his toes. I hear a snap, a cracking of a bone, and Larry’s short cry of pain.
“Start talking,” Nicky threatens, his voice harsh as he puts more pressure on Larry’s arm.
Stan stands there frozen, sweating bullets as he glances around like he’s looking for a way out. Dalton slaps a hand on his shoulder, making the guy almost piss his pants.
“Don’t say a word, Larry!” Gary shouts in a strained voice, his face turning an ugly red as he glares up at me while his hands fist the comforter under his tense body.
I’m betting he would love nothing more than to hit me, to put me in my place. I just grin like a little shit and dig the dagger in a tiny bit, enough to draw a line of blood from his inner thigh. He cries out and I can’t help rolling my eyes, I’ve had way worse. That shouldn’t even hurt him. Big baby. I don’t need to look to know that Tey is suddenly standing at the foot of the bed, glancing over my shoulder.
“I’m mad at you, buttercup, but keep doing that and you might be forgiven,” Tey whispers softly into my ear before biting down hard on the tender flesh. Ignoring my sharp inhale, he places his chin on my shoulder with a pleased sigh as he watches from behind.
“Hey! Don’t stare at her, look at me,” Nicky’s voice goes deep, his anger coming through as he slaps the back of Larry’s head.
“It wasn’t my idea! I was just told what to do and did it. I only held her down while Gary touched her,” Larry says in a scared, shaky voice as he stares at the bedroom wall so he doesn’t have to look at Nicky.
The expression that comes over Nicky’s face is scary yet beautiful. His face is smooth, void of any expression. You would think he’s numb to everything, but his eyes give him away. Bright emerald green eyes start to turn a darker shade, almost appearing black as his pupils pulse before narrowing on his prey. That prey would be the guy who’s deadly still under me.
“Listen! We thought she was fair game, you guys said it yourself to the whole school. It was a joke. We didn’t even touch your sister before she stepped in. It’s all a misunderstanding,” Stan tries to argue, looking for any way to get out of this.
“Oh man, you really shouldn’t have brought up Nicola. Logan, I’ll see if I can get a few club brothers over here to help dispose of the bodies,” Dalton grunts, reaching for his phone in his pocket.
“No need. I have some empty tanks at the warehouse, they can decay in those for a couple of days. Limes should help the skin tissues dissolve faster,” Logan suggests, his brow wrinkled as if he’s thinking of another way to get rid of the three idiot jocks’ bodies.
If I was any ordinary girl, this type of talk would have me screaming for the hills, but I secretly like it.
It’s empowering.
Exhilarating.
Well, at least I think so, not everyone agrees with me.
“What the… yo-you can’t do that!” Gary stutters in disbelief. He starts to swing his arm back to hit me, but freezes when I get too close to his dick with the blade and chop off some of his pubes with a quick flick of my wrist.
“We can do whatever the hell we want to. Nicky, let him go. This is Tillie’s show and I have to say, I’m here for the view.” Dalton rubs his hands together and eyes my bare breasts with a pleased smirk stretching across his plump lips.
Men.
Stan and Larry are shoved to their knees, facing the bed so they have the perfect view of me as my guys line up behind them, menacing like fallen angels about to wreak havoc with just one word from me.
“What are you going to do first?” Tey asks, like the devil on my shoulder, all too happy to watch my handiwork and make me listen to his suggestions.
Gary’s wide brown eyes shift down to the dagger dragging closer to the family jewels and his eyes start to water at the corner. I want him to beg for mercy.
“Should I cut off this pathetic thing between your legs?” I skim the sharp blade lightly across his balls, feeling a shiver travel down my spine in delight as he whimpers in fear of having the baby makers snipped off.
“Ple-please. I won’t ever d-do it again.” His plea makes my ears ring, echoing over and over again, words I once used that never helped me in the end.
Begging gets you nowhere.
“Do you think because I have a pussy it makes me weak? Look at you. You hopped in your bed so fast and couldn’t even tell the danger you were in, just because I have breasts.” To prove my point, his eyes flicker down, of their own accord, to my chest and stays there even with the knife inches from his most important body part.
Tey reaches around me to lightly slide his fingers across my collarbone before trailing down, circling my nipple as if he has all the time in the world until he pinches hard with a twist. A loud moan slips past my parted lips, giving away how much I like the tingling feeling mixed with a sharp pain, spreading through my body and causing a damp spot in my panties. Gary’s body twitches under me and I ignore the wet, babble noise coming out of his mouth as my dagger keeps slicing into his skin.
“Keep watching. See what’s going to happen to you,” Logan orders in an authoritative voice, making Stan and Larry watch as he grabs the back of their necks and squeezes so they have no choice but to look where he wants them to.
“Answer her,” Tey demands in a sharp tone as he climbs onto the bed behind me and sits on Gary’s legs before reaching around my shoulder to smack Gary hard on the cheek.
With Tey sitting on Gary, he won’t be able to move at all, even when he starts struggling with the pain I’m about to put him in.
“All women are the same,” Gary suddenly growls out harshly, his lips curled as he sneers up at me. “Sluts.”
“I know what you are. I’ve been around men just like you all my life, and I’m going to leave a reminder each time you look in the mirror. You’re going to feel my pain and carry it with you the rest of your miserable life, just like I have to.” My voice comes out robotic, trying to shake off the memories, and control my shaking hand as I raise it to his chest.
I pause, the tip of the blade inches from his skin, but for some reason I can’t bring the blade down to do what needs to be done. I stare down at my hand wrapped around the dagger, willing myself to just do it. A warm chest presses against my back, bringing warmth to my chilled body. Tey rests his chin back on my shoulder as he reaches around my waist with his other hand to close around my hand holding the dagger.
“I’m going to step into your world, just this once. Take some of my strength,” Tey says quietly in my ear, and I soak his words in as I take a deep breath.
Feeling calmer than I’ve ever felt, I bring the blade down the rest of the way as Gary starts screaming in panic and pain. Music thumps from downstairs, drowning out any noise coming from this room. My hand glides around Gary’s skin with ease, Tey never letting go. Blood soaks the sheets, traveling down the sides of Gary’s chest as he gasps for breath through his tears.
Straightening, I take in the ridged cut of his skin, where my blade slipped a couple of times from the blood, but it’s clear enough to read.
Rapist.
“Tillie, let him up,” Logan suddenly says, his voice angry and gruff.
Almost like I’m in someone else’s body, I move to get off the bed with Tey helping me with a hand on my elbow. I don’t understand why they are helping me deliver my payback, letting me take the ropes, but for once in my life… I have someone to lean on, just for a little bit, until I can find my strength.
Don’t get me wrong, revenge is still in the back of my mind, but it’s on pause for right now. This is about living before I die. That death can be any day now and I can feel it trying to creep up on me.
The moment we’re away from the bed, Gary struggles to get off his mattress and ends up tangling his legs in his sheets as he rolls off onto the floor.
“Please, we won’t ever do it again. Just let us go, man,” Stan pleads, clenching onto Nicky’s pants leg, and doesn’t let go as Nicky tries to shake him off with a curl of his upper lip.
“I’ve changed my mind. You’ll live for today, but just remember those tanks have your names on them,” Logan says, ignoring the hard look Nicky gives me and the way Dalton pushes off the wall like he’s going to argue.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Larry cries and he misses the way Tey starts chuckling darkly, right by my ear.
“Dalton, line up Gary right next to his buddies. Oh, and hand Tillie that baseball bat from next to the nightstand.” Logan grins as he checks his Rolex and starts rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, which is very distracting.
Didn’t know I’d be getting an arm porn show today, but I’m not complaining, especially as Nicky starts to do the same thing.
Dalton does as he’s asked without complaining, dragging a groaning Gary next to his two buddies and making all of them get to their knees. Next, he walks over to the nightstand with a cheerful whistle and grabs a baseball bat tucked behind there, handing it over to me with a wink.
“Swing hard, little bitch… makes your breasts jiggle more. You may not know this, but I’m a breast man, and you’ve got some fantastic ones on you.” He tweaks my nipple as he walks by, making me gasp.
He goes to stand behind the three jocks that are about to be in a lot of pain and gives me a nod to get started. Testing the weight in my hands, I look up and stare into a pair of honey eyes that narrow on me as I just stand there.
Right. Okay, I can do this.
Gripping the handle of the baseball bat, I stare down at Larry and picture all the women these three men have hurt. Raped. Abused. No more.
The bat makes a low whistling noise as it swings through the air, but the sound of bone crunching under the solid wood brings back memories of Payne using his fists on me. The time I had two cracked ribs. A broken nose. My stomach black and blue from being beaten, the shape of a boot print outlined on my skin. I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes at some point until I blink them open, as I lean over Larry and keep bringing the bat down. His cries cut off and I know he’s either passed out from the pain or I may have hit him over the head. I can’t remember.
Breathing hard, I straighten from my crouched position over Larry’s body and blow the hair out of my face with a grin as blood trickles down my cheek. Pure bliss shoots through my body at seeing the strange way Larry’s leg is bent, the odd angle of his arm, and his face bleeding… I took my rage out on them.
It felt fucking fantastic.
I glance up and see the two horrified gazes of Gary and Stan hugging each other as they stare in shock at the blood surrounding me. I probably look crazy but could care less. Tey doesn’t seem to know where to look, his gaze going to the blood I’m covered in and flickering down to Gary and Stan whimpering at my feet. Nicky keeps eyeing my bat, his fists clenched at his sides, but his gaze stops at the scrap of lace between my legs like he’s going to rip it off of me with his teeth. I notice Logan next to him, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to hold himself back, but the passion in his darkening gaze makes my thighs squeeze together to release the pressure building there.
“Nicky,” I absently say, making eye contact with Dalton, his whole body vibrating like he’s seconds away from grabbing me.
“Tillie,” Nicky growls, his voice deep and oh so dangerous.
“It’s your turn.” I glance at him and hold out the bat, waiting for him to take it.
He needs an outlet too. It could have been his sister in my place in the locker room and I know how much he cares for her. He doesn’t say anything as he grabs the baseball bat and swipes my hair off my shoulder to caress that tender spot between my neck and shoulder as he walks by. Stan whimpers as he tries to crawl away, but Nicky grasps the back of his collar and slams him to the ground just before he lifts the bat. Screaming pierces my ear and the sound of more bone crunching fills the space as Nicky beats the shit out of Stan, but I can’t seem to focus on anything. I feel anxious, jumpy, like I need to run and keep going until I can’t breathe.
“Get down to your knees, little bitch,” Dalton says in a gruff voice, his violent eyes heating as they trail over my body.
I tilt my head, not understanding why he’s suddenly bossing me around and wondering what exactly he’s up to, especially when he grins that stupid smile. Stupid dimples.
“On your knees and crawl.” He points to his boots, his hard tone telling me to not bother arguing with him and I better listen.
I hesitate for a split second and slowly sink to my knees, my breathing coming out easier once I’m kneeling on the carpet. My whole life I’ve been told what to do. I craved freedom, but having that moment of control actually scared me. I don’t know how to handle these feelings. Fear of the unknown sneaks up on me and I need something to ground me back to reality. Eyeing Dalton’s boots, I get on my hands and knees and do something that really lets me know I’ve gone off the deep end. I crawl over to him, my hips swaying, and I know the guys are getting an eyeful of my ass and the wet line right over my pussy lips.
Stopping at his feet, I stare down at his biker boots and slowly drag my gaze up his tall, built body, until I’m looking into violet eyes that are enjoying every moment of this.
“I think we’ve allowed you enough freedom, don’t you think?” Dalton mutters, resting his hand on the top of my head… Is he petting me?
He is! It’s strange, but I’m kind of loving it. His fingers keep sliding through my hair, pulling slightly at the locks making my scalp tingle, and my eyes try to slip closed at the feeling. I’m trying not to lean into his touch as his expression turns arrogant, like he knows what’s going through my mind and it’s hard to keep my cheeks from flushing with lust.
“Kiss my boots.” His voice gets gravelly, as if he likes the idea a little too much.
I can only glare up at him and turn my head away with a scowl. I notice Nicky has stopped beating Stan with a bat, his white shirt covered in blood but he’s actually smiling like he’s enjoying himself. He puts his messy hair into a bun and helps Tey drag a passed out Gary over to my feet face down.
“Don’t look at them, look at me,” Dalton orders, placing a finger under my chin to direct my gaze so I’m staring up at him. “I did promise you something, didn’t I?” He shifts his eyes over to Gary and then looks at me again… it suddenly clicks what he is referring to.
I did, after all, admit my fantasy to Dalton in the dark closet that day, and now he’s making it come true. He’s also messing with me, just like the garage all over again, and he expects me to actually kiss his biker boots. Logan’s leaning against the wall right beside us, silently watching me with that intense, cool, honey gaze, to see what I’ll do.
I decide to play along, but on my terms. I’m taking control of my body, and right now, I want to use Dalton for my own personal gain. I start to lean down towards his boots, making sure my back is arched enough for Tey and Nicky behind me to see how wet I am, my thighs parted enough for them to make out the line of my pussy lips through my panties. Just when my breath is fogging the tip of his boots, I quickly straighten and have Dalton’s belt unbuckled in seconds before he can try to shove me back down. He groans low in his throat with desire, wanting me, craves this, as I unzip his jeans and reach in to grasp his big, hard cock.
My fingers don’t wrap fully around his girth, the texture smooth and velvety soft. When I finally take him out, his chest heaves up and down as his fists clench by his side, trying to stop himself from shoving me down on his big cock. His dick really is so large that I’m pretty sure a lot of women can’t handle him, but he’s lucky because I’m not like most women. I can’t help leaning forward to feel the warmth of him on my tongue. I lick him leisurely from base to tip, my tongue dragging along him and making him groan again as he tilts his head back in pleasure.
“This is what you wanted, right?” I purr, wanting him to beg for it.
I pause around the tip of him as a drop of pre cum leaks out, my mouth wide open but I don’t take him in. My hot breath fans the underside of him, and his breathing deepens as he stares down at me, running his tongue along his upper lip.
“I love it when she gets sassy, but I love it more when she’s covered in blood,” Tey mumbles absentmindedly behind me, running a finger down my spine.
“I think she’s using you, Dalton.” Nicky says in a deep, throaty voice, and he gives a swift kick to Gary’s ribs just because he can.
“Why don’t you tell him what you really want, baby girl,” Logan muses, crooking an eyebrow at me as he draws my head back by fisting my hair.
This view allows me to see all four of them towering over me, making me feel small and surrounded. I’m back on my knees, but I can see the difference this time. I’m fucking wanted… desired, but I can stop this at any time and walk away.
“Say it,” Dalton demands in a growly voice, as my neck strains at the position.
“I want you to fuck me. Make me feel good, numb my mind,” I admit in a raspy voice.
I’m yanked to my feet and spun around before I can blink. With my back flush against Dalton’s front and his cock grazing my lower back, he slides his calloused hands up and down my sides, giving me goosebumps. Logan tightens his grip in my hair and controls my movements, making me bend over until my eyes are level with the front of Tey’s pants zipper. Glancing up, Tey gives me a sinister smile. He wipes something off my cheek with his thumb, and brings it into my line of sight so I can see the blood.
“I did tell you that I’d fuck your mouth next time when you’re covered in blood.” Tey nibbles on his lip ring, as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock.
I can only stare and stare some more. I’m pretty sure my mouth is wide open in shock.
He lifts his shirt off over his head, giving me a view of his six pack of hard ridges that shift as he moves. He starts stroking his hard as steel cock in front of my face, his long length growing bigger the more I stare. My eyes widen as his fist moves away from the tip of his cock, the shiny metal making my mouth water. I want to see what it feels like sliding against my tongue, see if it’s cool and smooth as it looks. His cock is pierced with a barbell. I understand the term big dick energy but these guys really don’t mess around. Long and thick, big enough to make me choke, especially with his penis pierced. I wonder how it would feel while it’s moving inside me, in and out, hard and fast. The thought makes my pussy flutter and I kind of hope to find out soon.
“Damn, Tey,” Dalton whistles as he, too, stares at Tey’s cock. “Did you and Nicky go together or something? You get a piercing while he gets his cock tattooed?” Nicky reaches over and slaps the back of Dalton’s head with narrowed eyes.
“Shut the hell up. Make her moan and I’ll stab Gary each time she makes a sound. Oh, and she likes her ass spanked. That should get her going.” Nicky grins as Dalton glares at him. Nicky goes to sit at our feet, pulling out a knife.
Guess he’s serious about the stabbing part. I roll my eyes as they banter back and forth, glancing away from Tey’s cock to plead up at Logan, but the fucker takes me by surprise. His hand was lightly massaging my scalp at one point with his long fingers but his grip tightens and shoves me forward. My mouth opens on a gasp and my lips are suddenly wrapped around Tey’s cock. He groans loudly when he reaches the back of my throat, the metal piercing sliding smoothly along my tongue as I suck on him hard, and I can’t help the pleasure hum in my throat. My eyes start to water when he pushes deeper into my mouth, pausing, and I struggle to not gag. Logan won’t let me up to breathe as he holds me there, whispering in my ear to keep going while I breathe through my nose. My forehead touches Tey’s abs as I calmly hold still, relaxing under the pressure even as I choke on him. Logan brings my head back and I get one large breath, filling my lungs full of air, before I’m shoved back down on Tey’s cock again.
“Fuck. That feels good. I can feel your throat trying to swallow around me,” Tey says in wonder. He grabs the hollow part of my cheeks with his thumbs as he holds my head to thrust roughly in between my lips, before slowing down to drag his cock back and forth, as I drool all over him.
I can’t help the small moan in the back of my throat as I feel him slide in and out of my mouth, knowing the metal ball at the tip of his cock would feel amazing inside my pussy. Once the sound of me moaning slips out, as I’m let up to take a deep breath, Nicky slices a thin line down Gary’s side, right under his armpit to his hip, drawing blood.Nicky is grinning like a madman as his victim lets out a moan for an entirely different reason.
“You sick bastards! All this for a fucking slut,” Gary explodes and turns his head to glare death daggers up at me.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Logan snarls like a rabid beast and lets go of my hair to bend down, grabbing Gary’s left hand and casually breaks two of his fingers. “She’s our slut. Show some fucking respect.”
I reach out and place my hands on Tey’s upper thighs to steady myself, as Dalton keeps his hands full of my ass cheeks, gripping them. I stare in wonder at the men surrounding me, they won’t ever know that being wanted like this means everything to me. I know I look like a whore right now. Half naked, letting the guys touch me, use me. My lips swollen and red, and my eyes watering, but damn if I don’t feel pretty fucking special right now. I glance over my shoulder, needing to feel Dalton’s big cock pounding into me before I lose my mind.
“Daddy,” I whisper, my voice husky. His eyes roam over to me, like he has all the time in the world, as his hands grip my hips tight enough to bruise.
“What did you say?” he growls, his gaze bright and violent as his pupils dilate.
“Punish me, use me. Fuck me, please… Daddy.” Never would I have ever thought that just calling him daddy would get this reaction, but I’m going to be calling him that from now on.
“Logan, let me see your gun real quick.” Dalton doesn’t look away from me, until he shoves my head back around so I can’t see what he’s doing and my gaze connects with Tey’s cock like two lost lovers.
Logan chuckles under his breath and reaches into the waistband of his pants to pull out his gun, handing it over to Dalton as he reaches across my back for it. My panties are pulled tight for a second until the lacy fabric falls apart easily, dropping around my ankles.
“This is my favorite part,” Tey says, running the tip of his cock back and forth over my bottom lip. I can’t help circling my tongue around his tip as Nicky watches with rapt attention from beside us on the ground while he randomly cuts into Gary’s skin with the knife, without even bothering to look at him.
I moan on purpose and get a sick sense of joy as Nicky breaks the rest of Gary’s fingers on his left hand, making him scream until he shoves a dirty sock in Gary’s mouth to shut him up.
“Naughty, Tillie.” Nicky grabs my ankle, spreading my legs further apart as he glances behind me. “Ever played life or death?” he asks just as I feel a cold object run down my spine, sliding between my ass crack, and stopping at the entrance of my pussy.
I freeze, my breath stilling in my chest and I know exactly what Dalton has in his hand right now. It’s not the first time I’ve had a gun in my face or placed against my skin. Won’t be the last, either. I just was not expecting them to play a game by using one inside of me.
“Every day is a game of life and death. I have nothing to lose,” I admit on a gasp, feeling the barrel of the gun slip a little into my pussy, the cold steel making me shiver.
“How wet are you, baby girl?” Logan asks, twisting his fingers in my hair again, to hold me still with my head tipped back painfully, until all I can see is the bright blue of Tey’s eyes. “I’m betting you’re soaking. Are you going to squirt for him?” He hums in the back of his throat, like the thought pleases him, and crouches on his heels by my leg, the opposite side of Nicky.
“Touch her, Lo, spread her wide for me.” Dalton puts pressure on the bottom of my spine, making me arch my back more, so he can see the gun slipping in and out of me.
Logan grabs the inside of my thigh, caressing the sensitive spot that makes my pulse pound, before gliding his hand up further and rubbing his palm back and forth over my swollen clit. He and Nicky make me spread my legs wider, until it’s a painful strain, but the pleasure overrules everything else. At the same time, Dalton eases the gun into me halfway and pauses before sliding it back out.
“Goddamn, you fucking like this. I’m going to make you cream all over my big cock, little bitch.” Dalton groans loudly, his voice tight and deep, like he’s holding himself back as if he’s actually worried he’s going to hurt me.
I don’t want any of them to hold back with me. I want to feel, to come apart until I’m crying because this moment is mine and mine alone.
“Stop,” I rasp out, all of them pausing when they hear me. The one word I’ve screamed before in a room full of bikers, that always falls on deaf ears, leaves my lips and I can feel all of their eyes on me, but they do as I ask. Tey cocks his head to the side in question. “Stop messing around and hurt me, fuck me. I’m not a fragile object, do your worst.” The smile that comes across Tey’s face will forever be seared into my head.
It’s dark, dangerous, and a tad mad, but it’s a smile that says your soul isn’t alone anymore. It whispers mine.
“Are you sure about that, baby girl? You don’t know what you’re asking for, but I’m more than happy to give in to your demands,” Logan says in a menacing tone, but I swear I hear admiration in his deep voice
“I’ve never been more sure about anything. I still hate you guys, though.” I inhale sharply on a gasp as I feel something cold and yet familiar skimming across my neck, barely touching me.
“You move and you die. Be a good girl and do as you’re told,” Nicky warns, the small knife he has against my throat is pressing in a little to prove his point.
I can only stare at Tey with wide eyes, swallowing hard, and giving him a small nod, which causes the knife to dig in enough to cut a thin line on the side of my throat.
Tey groans, his gaze shifting to the drop of blood trailing down and between my breasts. Logan starts moving his fingers with no mercy or fucks given to my throbbing clit, destroying me and making me tremble as I hold back on orgasming.
My loud moan has Nicky laughing quietly to himself, and I know he broke something else on Gary as I hear a loud crack followed right by a scream of agony around his sock gag.
“Tey, fuck her mouth and keep her quiet. I’m going to wreck her pussy,” Dalton says in a gruff voice, slipping the gun out to replace it with something warmer, bigger, and the thought of his cock inside me almost scares me.
I’ve seen the monster. It’s fucking huge, thick, and I know it’s going to be a tight fit. Tey rests either hand on the side of my face and runs his thumb over my bottom lip to open wide for him. He leans down slightly, his breath hot against my lips just before he spits in my mouth. Taking that as a sign, I put everything into giving him head as I lap at his precum, rolling my tongue around the fat mushroom head. My cheeks hollow, sucking him deep and closing my lips tight around him as I go down on his cock, feeling the slight pressure of the knife each time I move. Dalton presses in close behind me, his big hands gripping my buttcheeks, massaging me in a way that lets me know he’s a butt man instead of boobs. Moaning in the back of my throat, he spreads my cheeks wide to watch his dick start to slip inside of me inch by thick inch. He’s so big, the feel of him stretching me is painful before he’s even all the way in.
This isn’t going to work.
I keep bobbing my head up and down on Tey, as I glance out of the corner of my eye, my gaze connecting with Logan’s as his grip in my hair pulls tight. I raise one eyebrow at him and wink, which confuses him until I extend my leg out, bending my knee so that I’m resting my high heel on his shoulder to spread my legs wider for Dalton to fit. I’m flexible and this gives Logan a view of everything from my swollen clit to my pink glistening lips as Dalton lines up behind me. I guess Nicky has a good view too, as he makes a choked sound.
“Fuck,” I hear Nicky curse silently on my other side and something that sounds like punching but the knife stays steady the whole time against my throat.
“I always live up to my promises. Nicky, flip him around so he has no choice but to watch. He’ll get to see how a real man fucks a woman,” Dalton orders as he bends over my back, placing a small kiss against my spine as he skims his fingers down my arms leaving goosebumps in their wake, and grasping the inside of my elbows.
My hands that were gripping Tey’s thighs are suddenly being pulled back behind me until I can’t move from the grip Dalton has on each of my arms as he straightens back up. Logan releases his grip on my hair and leans forward to bite the side of my boob, making me suck in a sharp breath. Nicky does the same thing, but decides to make my body tremble in fear and arousal by running the blade down my collarbone and taking his time as he switches the knife between my breasts before circling my nipples that pebble into hard points at the coolness of the blade.
“Suck me harder,” Tey demands as his head rolls back on his shoulders, a sexy groan of pleasure escaping his wide lips.
My body feels tight like a bow as Logan quickly moves his fingers in a blur over my clit just as Dalton slams the rest of the way into me with a grunt. I feel like I’ve been ripped in half, the wide stretch of his cock inside me has my eyes watering just before I close them.
“Eyes on me,” Tey whispers, pushing his fat cock farther down my throat as Dalton slowly slides out and quickly snaps his hips forward, jerking my body towards Tey.
My eyes open wide in shock and I can only moan around Tey’s cock, his piercing touching the back of my throat. I can feel my juices leaking down my thighs and have to wonder if it’s normal to be this wet. Each time Dalton starts to pull out until he’s right at the opening of my pussy, I clench around him as if to make him stay. He only chuckles deeply, thrusting back in hard and rough. The feeling is almost indescribable, but I do know I’d kill anyone right now if they try to take it away from me. My breasts jiggle with the thrusts of Dalton’s cock, pushing me further onto Tey.
“Fuck, Tillie, I can hear how wet you are for us. I’m going to coat your throat with my cum, suck harder.” Tey’s hips jerk in quick thrusts, becoming faster as I suck him, running my tongue around his length each time I pull back.
“You see her, fucker? See how she wants to please both of them, willing to do anything? That’s how you make a woman desperate for you,” Nicky growls at Gary who whimpers in pain around the sock in his mouth, and that sound alone fuels me like gasoline on fire.
When Dalton slides almost all the way out, I slam my ass back against him. My ass smacks against the V of his hips with a loud slap, causing him to grip my elbows enough to bruise. He stops holding back, fucking me hard and fast in a way that has my legs shaking. Sliding in and out, our bodies slapping together mix in with the sounds of moans and silent cries of pain.
“You better fucking squirt,” Logan commands right next to my ear, slowing his fingers on my clit, and making me whimper around a mouthful of Tey’s cock.
Nicky hasn’t stopped littering Gary’s body with cuts from the knife or breaking his bones, the guy is going to be unrecognizable by the time I end up coming. Nicky somehow seems to know what I need to get me there because his fingers suddenly wrap around my throat, squeezing until I can’t breath just as Logan pinches my clit hard. My vision blurs, it feels like I’m floating, yet my senses are all overloaded at once as I come around Dalton’s cock. My core tensing, feeling a gush of liquid build and release as my whole body trembles with my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Christ!” Dalton growls and quickly pulls out, watching me squirt all over his cock before he shoves back in with a deep, long groan.
He starts to come, splashing my insides with jet after jet of cum, and grunts as I squeeze him with my pussy when Logan finally let’s go of my clit. The pressure releases and it just makes my orgasm last longer. Nicky finally releases my throat at the same time, letting me breathe for a split second before he’s shoving me down on Tey by the back of my head. I gag and close my eyes as Tey coats my throat with his cum, giving me every ounce of his pleasure. He keeps coming even as he draws back with a moan, filling my mouth up and overflowing past my parted lips.
“Don’t swallow,” Tey grins wickedly and bends down, grabbing Nicky’s chin between his thumb and index fingers. “Kiss her.”
Dalton let’s go of my arms, wrapping his forearms around my waist so I don’t collapse. I eye Nicky, seeing the hungry look in his green eyes even when his face is a blank mask. Resting my hands on his broad shoulders, I lean forward and he meets me halfway with his gaze on my lips.
When I say I was devoured, what I mean is Nicholas has taken control of my soul and ripped it to shreds as he grabs the back of my neck and kisses the living hell out of me. His lips move against mine passionately, sliding across my bottom lip until my lips part and he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue in. Smoothly sliding his tongue against mine, with the taste of Tey still filling my mouth, we have a push and pull as he swallows every drop I give him.
Pulling away from him, he stares at me as he licks his perfectly sculpted lips and without looking, he stabs Gary’s thigh as he tries to pathetically crawl away towards the door.
“Yes, bring the van around the corner and we’ll dump them on the west coast. Make it look like rich kids in the wrong neighborhood,” Logan barks out orders into his phone, breaking the connection between Nicky and me.
I straighten up with Dalton’s help, a whimper slipping past my lips because of how sore my pussy is. It’s throbbing with a slight twinge of pain, I just know I’ll be walking unsteady for the next few days. It takes awhile but he slips out of me with a groan that sounds like he wants to push right back in. I hear his zipper and breathe a little easier because I’m not ready for a round two with that monster between his legs.
“Magic pussy.” Dalton shoves his face into my neck, nuzzling me on the sensitive spot and whispering to himself. “She took my whole fucking dick.”
I cough to hide my laugh, instantly regretting it as my throat pings with soreness. I’m used to hurting but this is a different kind of pain, one that I’d gladly take anytime. With Tey shoving his cock back into his pants, he roams his ocean blue eyes over my used and deliciously abused body with a smirk. He goes to grab Gary’s feet as Nicky grabs his arms and they place him on his bedroom rug. Then they start rolling him up in the rug, ignoring Gary the whole time as he groans in agony, screaming around his gag. Really? A rug? It’s so obvious there’s a body in there, how mafia of them. That reminds me.
“Daddy,” I rasp out, my throat raw in the back.
“Hmm,” Dalton grumbles into my neck, not moving an inch.
Rolling my eyes, I turn around in his arms and loop my hands behind his neck. He lifts his head with a lopsided smile, looking relaxed as fuck. I bite my lip and look up at him under my lashes.
“Daddy,” I say again in a husky voice, trying not to smile as he places his forehead against mine with a dazed look in his violet eyes that remind me of clouds rolling in, just before it starts to storm.
Something you can’t stop looking at, mesmerized and slightly breathless as the air changes, the possibilities.
“Yes, princess?” His chest rumbles against mine like the vibration of a motorcycle.
I start to smile, probably creepy enough to throw me into an asylum but I just keep smiling until my cheeks hurt. His expression turns confused as he leans back to look me fully in the face.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you, use you, and by the time I’m done… all four of you will be kneeling.” My smile vanishes just as quick as it comes, making me look more crazy, but I don’t care. “Don’t think just because you’ve been inside my pussy that I’ve forgotten exactly who you are and what you’ve done to me.” I deliver that message but with a little extra spice to prove my point.
I draw my leg back and slam my knee into his balls, watching as his expression turns blank just before his whole face turns red as he drops to his knees.
“That’s more like it.” I pat his cheek, pretending I don’t see him giving me a death glare.
“Jesus!” he chokes out, cupping his dick as he glances up at me towering over him. “Are you trying to make sure I don’t have kids?”
I turn away from him to slowly bend down in front of his face to grab my clothes off the floor, giving him a view of his cum leaking out of my pussy and leaving me sticky between my thighs.
“I’d be doing the world a favor,” I sass at him with a hair flip over my shoulder.
The whole time I dress, he doesn’t say a word, his breathing deep behind me as he watches. Tey and Nicky are carrying Gary’s rolled up body over to the window sill but they keep accidentally dropping him on his bedroom floor. I pause, zipping up the back of my skirt, watching Logan as he picks up a passed out Stan and chucks him out the window like he weighed nothing. Logan is such a gangster as he repeats this process with a knocked out Larry, then Gary is next and he screams the whole day down. His body makes a thumping sound outside the window as he hits the ground. With a head shake, I smooth my top down of any wrinkles and toss my hair over my shoulder as I turn towards Dalton.
“Where have you been hiding my entire life?” he asks with a wince, shaking his leg out with a relieved sigh as he climbs to his knees and pulls a hair tie out of his jeans pocket.
My eyebrows raise to my hairline… why is he carrying a hair tie around? He grips my arms and turns me back around, sliding his fingers through my long hair. The feeling makes my eyes slip closed in pure bliss, I’ve never had anyone play with my hair until these beautiful, vicious douchebags. It surprises me when he starts to braid my hair with skilled fingers and ties it off at the end within minutes. The bedroom door flies open with a bang and in charges Nicola with a kitchen knife in her right hand. Her hair is mussed and she’s breathing hard, her lipstick smeared across the corner of her mouth. I tilt my head and almost burst out laughing as Evan appears behind her just as frazzled and bright pink lipstick on his lips.
Oh no…
My gaze shoots to Nicky, seeing the hard glare he’s giving Evan, as if he’s planning my buddies death. There’s this dark cloud over Nicky that walks in his shadow and without a doubt he will do anything he wants just like death himself. I kind of feel bad for Nicola at the moment, but at least she’ll always have a protective brother.
I glance over my shoulder with both of my eyebrows raised, Dalton is already staring at me as he waits for me to answer him while he plays with the end of my braid between his fingers.
“Trapped. I was trapped, but never again,” I admit that much with a deep inhale.
I walk over to Nicola, not wanting Dalton to ask any more questions. I don’t want to reveal what I’ve been through. These guys don’t know and I don’t think I can stand to see the pity in their gazes if they ever find out. Once those words come out of my mouth, I’m only seen as the victim. I promised myself I’d never be that person again.
“Seems you’ve been having some fun yourself.” I swipe my thumb over my own lips, checking for any cum around the corners of my mouth, and grin as her eyes widen in panic as she swipes her arms across her face.
“Ladies, ladies. You can talk later about the best night of your life. Kitten, we have to get you ready for tomorrow night,” Tey announces, steering me towards the door with a swagger in his step, and swipes Gary’s phone off of his nightstand with a wink at me.
Cocky fucker. It was recording the whole time and he knew it.
“What’s tomorrow?” I ask curiously and make sure everyone’s following us so we leave the party as a group.
Less suspicion and an alibi in case anyone asks. Logan’s whisper yelling out the window at someone below, I’m guessing whoever is dropping the asshat jocks to the west side. Nicky is talking into Evan’s ear, who is turning paler by the minute. Nicola is trying to stand between them, while repeatedly smacking Nicky on the back of the head, and he places his hand on her forehead to hold her away as she tries to reach him. Dalton follows closely behind Tey and I on our heels, almost like he doesn’t want to let me out of his sight ever again. Strange, I muse to myself.
“Ever been to a rave?” Tey chuckles darkly, like he has a secret.
Oh hell.
