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“Forty thousand,” he whispers.
“Seems fair. If you can survive forty minutes of torture, you can walk free.” I nod, and she laughs.
“Beginning now,” she purrs, and steps back. Ryder wraps his arms around her and drags her against his chest as we circle him like vultures. “Good luck.”
Garrett starts first. We keep him on the edge of unconsciousness, not letting him pass out, and when Garrett steps back, it’s my turn. Rolling my dice over my fingers, I watch him. “Call a number.”
He shakes his head, still crying, and I tut. “Call a number. If it’s right, you get your freedom.”
“And if it’s wrong?” he whimpers, making me grin widely.
“Well then, I would have to take my winnings of course,” I remark nicely, and he cries louder until Garrett smacks the back of his head. “Guess.”
He screams the numbers as I throw the dice in the air and catch them in my closed hand. Staring at him, I open my palm to reveal the two dice. “Oops, wrong,” I announce, making him struggle in the chair again. I drive my fist into his stomach in rapid succession. Just because I don’t always fight doesn’t mean I don’t know how, after all.
He pants as I step back, his head falling forward as he tries to curl in on himself. “Again,” I demand.
“Fourteen,” he wheezes.
I toss the dice and laugh again. “Nope, wrong, and I thought you were good at bets.” I tut as I grab his fingers on his left hand and quickly break three. “Again.”
“Please, please, God, no, please,” he sobs.
“Again!” I roar, as I toss the dice.
“Nine,” he whispers.
“Wrong.” I grin, grabbing my knife from my ankle, and I stab it into both knees before pulling it free, wiping it clean on his shirt, and slipping it back in the holster.
“My turn,” Diesel murmurs, and I grin, knowing he’s been waiting patiently, but he’s tired of waiting now. I pocket my dice and lean down to the man’s face.
“Should have guessed right. D is going to make you wish you were dead,” I promise, as I step back and he bleeds and cries.
I hear Roxy before she’s pressed against my back as we watch Diesel work. “Ryder has this…want to go for a drive?” she purrs, and when I turn, she’s grinning and stepping back farther, her eyes trailing over my body. “I might even let you collect your winnings, darling.” She turns and, with a wave at the others, disappears out of the swinging doors.
Ryder claps me on the shoulder where I’m just staring after her. “Better get her before I do, brother,” he teases as he takes over for her. I nod and rush after her, hunting her through the club. She’s waiting at the door for me, and I grab her hand and drag her outside as she laughs. She swings the keys in her other hand and goes to open the door, but I slam her into it and kiss her hard.
She moans into my mouth, her leg hitching up against mine as our tongues tangle. Panting, I pull back. “Better drive fast, darling, or I might just fuck you in your car.”
She groans at that, her eyes widening with need as I chuckle. Pulling her away from the door, I open it for her, and she slips in as I shut it gently before rushing around to get in as she revs the engine. Taking my advice, she races away from the club. Both of us are feeling it, the need always sparking between us.
I might have been the first to have Roxy, but I will never be the last. I’m okay with that, as long as she keeps looking at me the way she is now. Her eyes flicker over to me, full of lust and need, her body trembling slightly for what she knows is to come.
“Faster,” I demand, reaching out, tracing my palm up her thigh and pushing her dress up. She groans and yanks the wheel to the side. I barely look outside as we suddenly stop, realising we are in a car park of some kind. She pulls to the back under some trees where the lights don’t work. It’s empty and quiet, out of the way. She clearly can’t wait either.
She turns her head, and as soon as our eyes meet, the need bursts. Reaching out, I clasp the back of her head and drag her close. Our lips clash in a flurry of teeth and tongues. Her hand traces down my chest, trying to rip open my shirt as I chuckle breathlessly and pull back, but there isn’t much room in the car, and she groans in frustration.
I get out and round the car, opening her door as her head turns to me in confusion. “Out, darling.”
She slips out, and I push her against the side of the car, dragging my hand up her dress and cupping her pussy through the fabric as I kiss her again. She moans into my mouth, pushing into my hand as I slip past her thong and stroke her pussy. She is wet as hell, no doubt from watching us work, our dirty little girl. She bites my lip in punishment, making me laugh as I slip two fingers inside her, but she doesn’t want my fingers.
“Cock, now,” she demands, so I slip my fingers free and trace the wetness over her lips before licking it off.
“You aren’t in charge anymore, darling. Get your beautiful ass up on that bonnet and spread your legs,” I order, as I pull away and undo my belt before yanking down my zipper as she watches, her lips parted and body shaking slightly. “Now,” I snap.
She huffs but pushes away from the car to the bonnet, trying to slide onto it, but she’s small and it’s slippery, so I grab her hips and help her up, pressing a hand to her chest and pushing her to lie back. Her grey hair spreads across the matte surface, her breasts almost tumbling from the dress as her chest heaves. Keeping her up with one hand, I snap off her thong and stuff it in my pocket as I strum along her pussy again. “I’ve been imagining fucking you over your car since I bought it for you,” I admit.
“Well, we wouldn’t want to let those fantasies go to waste, would we?” she murmurs, arching up as she traces a hand down her chest, cups her breasts through her dress, and pushes her pussy into my hand again. “What are you waiting for, a fucking bet? Here’s one, make me scream so everyone hears, and I will suck your cock every day this week. If you don’t, you have to get my name tattooed on your ass.”
