Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“I never said you could fix yourself. Pop ‘em out.”
My eyes lock with my father’s. He looks away, and shame floods his face.
“Don’t look at your daddy, girlie. I’m your master now. Show me those titties.”
My hands shake as I pull down the sleeves of my dress and display my breasts for him.
He doesn’t approach them, just stares as he directs his words to my father. “I’ll be back by the weekend to collect my goods. I’d like her naked when I pick her up. I’ll fuck her in the car and let the boys have a go if they want.”
He gestures to the men, and the four of them leave my father’s office.
“Dress yourself and go to your room, Briar,” my father whispers.
I don’t argue or beg for mercy because I know my father isn’t the man who can save me. Only one man can, but I promised myself I’d never see him again.
Chapter 9
Malachi
(Two Years Ago)
I stare at my cock engulfed in Ezra Walker’s warm, wet mouth. My eyes shut as he glides his tongue around the intricate tattoos and pays close attention to my piercings. A pleasant contrast from the first time he was on his knees sucking me off, unaware of what he was doing, using his teeth more than anything else. I think that had to do with how much of a masochist he is. The guy loves pain. I could bang his head against a wall until blood trickled down his face, and he’d laugh and come like a fuckin’ champ.
Don’t get me wrong, the fucker is violent as hell toward others, too. It’s fucked up. He likes to bleed as much as he likes to make others bleed for him. I think he likes the fight, whatever it is. It doesn’t matter much cause he sucks cock like a damn Hoover, and I’m here for it.
“My turn,” Dariyus growls.
He lifts my leg and places it on the desk as he pours the cold lube down my lower back and works it along my ass crack. Dariyus glides one finger, then two, into my asshole, working them in slowly. Once I adjust, he rams them into me. I’m in eternal bliss between my two best friends.
As I’m about to cum down Ezra’s throat, Dariyus removes his fingers, leaving me vacant. “Fuck you, man. I was about to bust a nut.”
Dariyus doesn’t say a word. His large hands grip my hips as the tip of his thick cock meets my asshole. With one thrust, he impales me.
Dariyus grabs me by the hair, pulling my head back. His voice is low and lethal as he whispers, “You’ll come when I say you come.”
Just as I get into the rhythm, Ezra’s office door is flung open, and a curvy chick with giant-ass tits walks in, followed by Ezra’s secretary.
The secretary, I think her name is Lucy, looks away, and her hand turns white as she grips the door. “I’m sorry, Mr. Walker. I tried to tell her you were busy, but she ran past me.
My dick pops out of Ezra’s mouth as he rises to greet the little cock blocker. He steps around his desk and walks up to her, dick in hand, almost as if daring her. “What the fuck are you doing here, Briar?”
“I-um,” Briar stammers, avoiding staring directly at the three of us. “I need your help.”
“As I remember, you weren’t too keen on getting my help three years ago.”
“Things changed. I’m in trouble, Ezra. The guy my father sold me to … he’s sick.”
Ezra laughs and steps up to Briar. With his cock in his hand, he rubs it up and down her thigh. “We’re all sick, Briar.”
She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she squares her shoulders as if challenging him. “Not sick like him. He wants to pass me around to these three other guys. They’re creepy, Ezra. They wore these black ski masks, and their eyes were vacant, almost possessed.”
Ezra stiffens, letting go of his dick. He grabs her by her shoulders and turns her to face him. “What’s his name, Briar?”
“Dominic Roads.” She glances at Dariyus and me, and a red blush creeps up her cheeks before she looks away. “Um, can you tell your friends to put a pause on their activities?”
Ezra laughs as he tugs at the straps of her dress, pulling it down and exposing her large tits in a plain white bra. “You came into my lair, Briar. You don’t come into a man’s territory and make demands, especially when you’re looking for a favor.”
Briar moves to adjust her straps, and Ezra slaps her hand away. “I’m not a whore, Ezra,” she whispers.
Ezra steps back, his hand remaining on one tit. “You’re not a common whore. This is true. But you came here wanting a favor, Briar, and all favors have a price in our world. Be sure you’re willing to pay it.”