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)
Her gagging sounds fill the space. Ezra glares at me, but I don’t give a fuck.
My hips thrust into her warm mouth, and her nails dig into my thighs, drawing blood. I turn to Ezra, and he tosses me the letter opener on his desk. Blood trickles down her face as I slice my hand with the sharp blade. “I like blood, Tiger.”
The letter opener falls from my hand and clatters to the floor. I eye the crimson liquid bleeding from my hand and laugh as it trickles down Briar’s pretty face. “There’s nothing like bleeding while your cock is being serviced by a sexy little fuck hole.”
Briar blinks, but to my surprise, she doesn’t try to get away. Instead of trying to claw herself from my grasp in horror, she places her hands on my ass and digs her nails in, pushing me deeper into her mouth. She looks like an angel desperate to save a sinner from damnation. My chest constricts, and I’m transfixed by her. I suddenly realize why women were accused of being witches. Briar digs her claws into me as if injecting my veins with a potion, enchanting me to where I’ll do anything to possess her, even if it’s to my detriment.
She gags as I hold her against my cock, and the tip hits the back of her throat. She gasps for breath, but I ignore her desperate pleas. “Eyes on me, Tiger.”
Her head tilts back as tears stream down her face, smudging the makeup around her eyes. “Such a pretty whore.” I turn to Ezra. “I want to fuck her in the club.”
Ezra’s jaw ticks. He doesn’t like the idea. I knew he wouldn’t. There’s a part of him that still thinks of our slut as a sweet little girl, but she can’t be that if she’s to stay with us. She has to be depraved, ruined, soiled, and destroyed.
“I’m not leaving her on display for any other asshole to fuck,” Ezra spits, venom lacing his words.
“A motherfucker can try if he wants to lose his dick.” I laugh. “Actually, maybe we should let one try. It’d be fun to cut his dick off and then fuck her with it while he watches.”
“You’re such a sick fuck,” Dariyus says, leaning against the door.
I was so taken aback by the little minx that I didn’t even notice him creep back into the room. “Remember the first time I fucked you, D?”
Dariyus bares his teeth, and a growl escapes his throat. He doesn’t appear like a man anymore. He’s something in between. He used to be good until I ripped it out of him.
D lunges at me and pulls me off Briar, tackling me to the ground and wrapping his hands around my throat. I hear a faint cry from Briar, and Ezra yells at him to let me up.
But Dariyus won’t listen. I like this side of him, animal, violent, and unhinged. It’s the side he hides, but it’s the part of him he needs to release to heal. He still wants to pretend he’s decent, that he does the right thing. Guess that’s an easy facade when you never draw blood taking someone’s life.
I lift my legs, and with my free hand, I press the tip of his cock to my asshole. The shock of my actions is enough for him to loosen his grip. “What got you triggered, Dariyus? That I want to fuck her in public or that you’d rather it was you?”
With one full thrust, D is in me, fucking my ass like he hopes to split me in two. The burning sensation would be too much for someone else, but I like it. “Look at you, D, fucking me with no prep. Deny it all you want, but you’re no better than we are.”
“Shut the fuck up, Mal,” Dariyus growls in my ear, “or I’ll rip your asshole apart.”
I laugh through the pain of his assault. “You think that scares me?” I lift my legs higher, giving him more access as he continues to fuck me missionary. “Let it rip, motherfucker.”
Chapter 13
Briar
(Two Years Ago)
Run. I should run and never look back. It’s only a few years with the old man. I could pull out some moves, and hopefully, he’ll have a heart attack and it will all be over.
Two strong hands grab my biceps. Before I know what’s happening, I’m lifted off the ground, and Ezra’s arms wrap around me.
I thrash against him, my elbows connecting with his sides. “Let go of me, Ezra.”
“No. I’m never letting you go.”
“They’re insane.” I point to Dariyus and Malachi humping each other like wild animals, lost in some feral dance of dominance and submission. “You’re insane. This is all so unbelievably messed up. I don’t want to live like this.”
A lump forms in my throat as Ezra turns me and forces my gaze to his two friends—the two men he’s made me deal with in order to escape the horror of my reality. It’s an awful feeling, caring for a man who only wants to cage you.