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Chapter Forty-Four
ALISTAIR
The view from the rooftop restaurant overlooking the city of New York is breathtaking. Nighttime has descended, and even though it’s cold here in November, I wouldn’t change my seat for anything. The city lights shine bright, gleaming on the bustling streets below, and the sights and smells around me make me forget, even if just for a moment, the desire to use.
“Thank you for your time. We hope to speak again soon,” Rogan says, pushing away from our table and extending his hand. Torin Brimstone reaches across and shakes Rogan’s, while his twin brother, Tyson, does the same to Maddox. Then the awkward dance begins as we all maneuver our arms around each other’s, making sure each man shakes everyone’s hand.
After excusing myself, I make a mad dash to the bathroom and kick the door closed. My fingers twist as they hover over my pocket, the need to sniff a line almost consuming me. After the stress and exhaustion of the day, it calls to me, promising peace and energy. In a moment of weakness, I shove my hand inside and pull out the golden case I keep it in. My reflection glares back at me in its surface, and I don’t like what I see. Where arrogance once shined, there’s now emptiness, one I know exists because my need for Rory has surpassed my need for drugs.
I hated how she looked at me with fucking pity instead of desire. She recognized me for the user I was, and saw through my false pride to the crumbling man below.
I will have her, and if I have to get off the powder to do it, then I fucking will. Closing my eyes, I squeeze the case then push it back into my pocket, hating that this woman whom I barely know has this much of an effect on me. Women never do this to me. I affect them, not the other way around.
But I shall have my little kitten purring for me again, no matter the fucking cost.
Grumbling to myself, I head back outside to our rooftop table. There’s a vacant bar on the right placed in the cold city air. Thirty tables sit waiting for their next patrons, but none will be coming here tonight because we reserved the entire outdoor space to keep the meeting private. The Brimstone twins have left, but the sights and sounds of the city remain. The lights blazing in the skyscrapers and the sounds of the busy streets below keep us company.
Maddox is looking over the ledge, smoking a cigar, while Rogan is still seated, taking a small sip from a freshly poured glass of whiskey.
I sit down next to him and reach for my own glass when Rogan’s phone goes off with a tone I don’t recognize. His eyes flash as he grabs it from an inside pocket and unlocks it.
Curious, I crane my neck to see his screen. “Everything okay, Rogan?”
He turns his gaze on me, his smile widening. “More than okay. Rory opened the app I placed on her laptop.”
“Which one? Oh fuck. Please tell me it’s Pornicopia.”
Rogan nods, so I scoot closer as he holds out his phone for me to see. Sure as shit, he’s watching play-by-play action of what Rory’s doing, and right now she’s searching through some darker fantasies. Rogan turns his phone to the side and taps it a few times, causing the screen to split. One half shows the website, and the other Rory’s pretty face. Her hair is freshly washed and hanging down in pretty waves. All we can see is her face.
And that’s enough.
She’s one of the few women who is more gorgeous without gobs of makeup on. All natural, Rory could take down any model in a beauty competition with just a single, sultry gaze.
She chews on one finger as she searches, her green eyes bright and wide. She finds the categories tab then scrolls down and chooses—to our surprise—kidnapping fantasy.
“We can hear her too,” Rogan whispers as she clicks on it and scrolls through various videos, stopping on one titled,Kidnapped in the Woods.
“Holy shit,” I murmur as the video starts to play. It begins with a scantily clad woman running through the woods. Her white shirt is torn and rain drenches her, making the shirt transparent. Of course, she has no bra on under it and her tits are visible, bouncing as she runs.
My eyes flit back to Rory’s face, and I see her cheeks flush, her lips parted on a gasp as the woman is captured by two masked men. They rip her shirt from her body, and the woman cries out as she’s forced to her back. One man yanks her arms up and kneels on them, while the other works on her tiny jean shorts. The woman screams and fights as the second man wrestles her shorts down her legs, taking her panties with them.
“No!” she cries out as the men flip her over and bind her arms behind her before rolling her back. Now helpless, the men wrench her legs open and spank her pussy, then one spits on his hands and shoves his wet fingers inside her. The other man mauls the woman’s breasts, slapping them and plucking her nipples as the rain drizzles down. I look back at Rory, who shifts where she sits, and see her eyes are hooded. I’m entranced by what’s happening, and my dick is rock solid as I imagine playing with my kitten like this…
“Fuck, Hellcat likes this,” Rogan states, almost astonished.
I’m at a loss for words and can only nod as the men on screen pin the helpless woman’s legs down while one of them licks her pussy like a starving man. Of course, the camera is zoomed in right on her perfectly groomed cunt as he flicks her clit with his tongue.
Rory’s eyes close, and she begins to moan and bite her lip. She shifts again, focusing on the screen as her breathing picks up.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. “She’s fucking playing with herself, Rogan.”
“No shit,” he snaps, zooming in on her face. Her little, breathy moans increase in pitch, growing higher, and my cock grows harder with every little noise.
A flush creeps across her cheeks, making her even more sexy as she watches one man pull his cock out and slap it onto the woman’s cunt before driving it into her. The woman screams as the second man covers her mouth with his hand and sucks on her nipples. Our little Rory watches the woman get fucked, while needy whimpers leave her lips as she fingers herself.
“Oh, yes,” Rory moans, and then she cries out. Her head drops back as she works herself through it.
“I’ve never seen something so hot in all my fucking life,” I admit, trying not to come right here in my pants next to my brother.
