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“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that dick, don’t you, baby?”
The girl moans, though it’s an awkward sound, given that her mouth is full. The camera pans up over her back to where Brad, still wearing his shirt, is in front of her. He grins and throws up devil-horns with one hand as he grips her hair tighter in his other fist and thrusts into her mouth.
“You were dying to get fucked like this, weren’t you, Dahlia.”
And shemoans. She nods her head, whimpering around the cock stuffed in her throat as she pushes her ass back harder against Chase.
The camera jerks wildly as it pans back up to Chase’s smirking face.
“You lose, buddy,” he chuckles into the lens. “Dahlia’s my fucking slut, now.” He laughs as he turns the camera back around to show her getting fucked by the two of them. “Isn’t that right, Dahlia?”
It’s the eager, wanton way she moans and nods her head as the two fuckheads pound her from both ends that pushes me over the edge.
Chases chuckles and takes the phone away.
“Oh man, your face,” he snickers, shaking his head. “Now, is it just that you wanted to win and didn’t? That you wanted to beat me, Deimos? No… I think you had a littlecrush. That’s it, isn’t it? It’s that you truly wanted her.” He grins wider. “I mean, that’s sure how it looks from reading your little diary.”
Chase and Brad both chuckle before the former leans closer to me.
“Ask me nicely, and maybe next time, I’ll let you smell my fingers after I fuck her. Because shit, Deimos. That’s somenicepussy you missed out on.”
I pride myself on keeping my emotions in check. Ilikethat I’m coldly calculating, not a ticking time bomb like Hades. But in that moment, having just seen the one girl I’ve ever taken down my walls for getting fucked by these two shits right in front of me,while they laugh at me, I lose that control.
Hard.
It happens fast. I wind up my fist, and Chase is still snickering when it slams into his nose.
“Youfucker!” he roars, clutching at his bloody, broken nose. He takes a wild swing at me, which I dodge easily. But a second later, I grunt when I’m hit from behind and knocked to the ground.
It’s all sort of a blur. It’s one against two, but for all their macho swagger, neither of them can throw a punch very well. But I can, especially after all the underground fights behind the stables at the weekends.
I’ve got them both pretty banged up, and now would be a good time to walk the fuck away. But just as I’m deciding this, Chase circles me, and something brutal smashes into my back.
I roar in pain, dropping to my knees and rolling to the side before Brad can bash me over the head this time with the fire-poker in his hand. He swings again, and again, I roll. This time, Chase stamps down hard on my right wrist, pinning it in place with me flat on my stomach on the floor. He jumps on top of me, crushing me under his weight as he yanks my arm out to the side and holds it against the ground.
“I think this little fucking psycho needs to be taught a lesson. What do you think, Brad?”
Brad grins. “Class is in session, fucker.”
He swings the fire poker down with all his strength. Pain explodes in my hand, and I watch, horrified, as he raises the poker and does it again, and then a third time. I can actuallyhearthe bones in my hand breaking and feel the tendons getting severed.
I’m shaking from shock when they get off me and back away.
“Get the fuck out of here, Drakos,” Chase spits as I hold my mangled hand to my chest.
I stand, blinking back the nausea of pain as I glance at the door. Just as I turn to go, fresh pain explodes in my side.
“Brad!” Chase barks as I back away from the Para Bellum VP who still has the fire poker in his hands. “Drop it, we’re done here.”
“Nah, bro,” Brad leers at me, advancing with the poker. “I don’t think I’m done teaching this greasy mafia-boy some fucking manners.”
That’s where he fucks up and things go south, fast.
He swings, but I dodge the hit this time, grabbing his wrist in my good hand and wrenching the fire poker away. I slam into him, shoving him back and away from me. Brad stumbles, hits the edge of the couch with the back of his knee, and loses his balance.
He falls back, his eyes wide, and then the back of his neck cracks against the corner edge of the coffee table with a sickening, snapping sound.
He doesn’t get back up. His eyes stay wide open.
