“Ouch,” I hiss, rubbing the spot on my arm where Emma pinched me.
“Karl!”
Laughing, I reply, “What? Too soon?” Earning me another pinch. Then I grab her waist, scooping her up and pushing her against the wall. My dick is out and slamming inside her before she takes a full breath.
This time, when she calls my name, it’s like a prayer, pleading for more. “Someone’s in need of a good fuck,” I growl into Emma’s ear as my hips thrust inside her.
Emma’s pussy wraps around my cock like a vice, enveloping me in its warmth as the sounds of her wetness fill the space between us.
“O-o-o. . . wen-n-n. . .” she screams when I pull out and then drive my shaft deep, groaning when her walls flutter.
“That’s it, Angel. Feed me those fucking screams.” I double my pace, sliding my fingers between our bodies, spreading her pussy lips, and flicking her clit.
Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me forward while her nails dig into my back. “Fuck, harder,” I demand, welcoming the sting when she breaks the skin. My grin grows at the thought of the crescent-shaped marks I’ll wear like a badge of honor.
“I’m so fucking cl-” Emma shouts as her back bows, her pussy spasms, clamping on my cock so hard my cum shoots out in one long spurt, but I fuck through it.
“I need you to come for me one more time, Angel,” I instruct, lifting my hand from her clit to her neck, then squeeze.
Emma’s head begins to tip back. “Don’t you fucking dare look away from me. I want to see the look in your eyes when I split this fucking tight pussy in half.”
Gripping her throat, I set the pace, guiding her up and down my shaft, my balls slapping her ass with each stroke. My hips snap forward, then pull partially out, sitting at her entrance before slowly sliding back in. I repeat this two more times, then slam inside. Her shrill screams of pleasure almost deafen me as she topples over the edge, and I quickly follow.
“Do you know what pisses me off more than anything, Glen?” I ask the schmuck I should’ve killed that night, ignoring the Council’s instructions to show mercy.
Fuck mercy.
That asshole can sit next to forgiveness at the ‘no’ table because that’s what I’ll be shoving down every fucker’s throat who underestimates us from now on.
Glen being trussed up like a chicken next to his idiot uncle seems fitting since Byron Matthews and his nephew are a pivotal part of the shitstorm of the last two years.
“Imagine our surprise when we discovered how involved you were in Matthew Baker’s plans, Byron,” Liam confesses, his tone deceptively calm. Then, he turns up the temperature of the incinerator.
Glen tries to peer in his uncle’s direction but is too weak to lift his head. They’re both hanging face down from a beam in the warehouse-their hands bound to their feet, making a “U.”
This is our fifth time working out here. The Jacobis never miss. The twenty-eight-thousand-foot, sleek, modern building is perfect. There are over two dozen rooms of pain with plenty of space for more. Today’s room is aptly named, ‘What you got cookin’.’
“Arms getting sore, there?” Sebastian taunts them. “Probably won’t be too much longer before they fall entirely out of their sockets.
Rowan strolls into the room with five one gallon-size bottles of cooking oil. “I hope I haven’t missed out on all the fun,” he says, placing four of the jugs on the table before uncapping the one still in his hands.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I already told you guys everything I knew,” Glen rushes out. “I-I w-wouldn’t lie. I don’t know anything else.”
“Shut up, you sniveling idiot,” Byron wheezes.
A whirring sounds just before Sebastian swings the crowbar, striking Byron’s side. “I’d save your breath if I were you-wouldn’t want to trigger your asthma and suffocate.”
Patting Glen’s cheek, I add, “Your uncle here, Glenny boy, hung you out to fry- literally.”
August grabs one of the oil containers and then moves to stand in front of Byron. “You see, Glen. Your uncle, here, tried to make it look like you were the one bankrolling the Senator.”
“Ww-hat are you talking about?” Glen’s words begin to slur.
“Would you sh-hut uhpp?” Byron garbles, choking on globs of oil.
Rowan starts to pour his bottle over Byron while he responds. “Your uncle made a mess of a paper trail that stopped at your front door.”
“But the jackass forgot two things-one, you’re broke, and two, we have some of the best hackers working with us,” I state, finishing Rowan’s explanation and grabbing my own bottle.
Liam opens the door to the incinerator, and the distinct smell of fire fills the room as a wave of heat wafts into it.
“But I-I-it wasn’t me,” Glen shouts. “Please let me go. I only did what he said, then I never did anything ever again.”
Ready to go home, I pour oil over Glen’s head, shutting off his whine. It’s probably hard to cry when a thick liquid is falling into your mouth. “Lie with the dog and all that jazz,” I sigh.
“Plur-rease,” Glen pleads again.
“I could give you the whole fool me once line, but I think I’m good on being quirky today.” I dump the last of the bottle down his back before chucking it.
Liam walks around Glen, emptying his container of oil. “I’m not-there isn’t a cannibal’s chance at being vegan that you or your uncle leave here today.”
I throw my head back and cackle. I laugh so hard that I gasp for air while I grab my side.
Snickering, August says, “We need to see you like this more often, Liam.”
Sebastian pushes the control, moving them to the conveyor belt. “I’m begging you,” Glen croaks. “He was the one sleeping with that cunt Vivian, not me.”
“I’m not your priest, and this is no confessional,” Sebastian retorts, but there’s no more vitriol at the mention of his cunt of an ex.
We’re all in better places-far better than the first day of senior year when our lives changed in the best ways possible.
Glen’s and Byron’s screams pull me from my thoughts. Rowan and Sebastian are cleaning up the tarp we wisely put down earlier. Liam and August join me to change.
“Never thought I’d see the day where I’m getting spit up and blood out of clothing in the same night,” I quip, smiling.
“Can’t say I’m mad about it,” Rowan murmurs, cleaning up.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.