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“We are not killing her. She will realize, when it’s too late, that she fucked up. For the time being, let’s have our fun. Before long this will come crashing down. Fuck her tight cunt while I fuck her throat raw. We cum and leave her a fucking mess. Fuck it.” Dario reassures Spade. He takes a nipple into his mouth, biting it. I want to scream. Spade continues eating my pussy. Jesus fuck, they both feel so good at the same time. As much as their brutality hurts, I still love the pain they inflict. Don’t they know this already? It would torture me more if they were sweet and gentle. But they aren’t, and they are only feeding my darkness.
Why can’t I fucking wake up? I hear movement around me, zippers coming undone, and I feel a warm, pierced cock at my entrance, and a dick slap to my face. Dario grabs my face roughly, pinching my cheeks together so my mouth opens for him. He slides his pierced cock into my waiting mouth. I can’t even suck. I can’t fucking do anything but lie here and take it. Spade slams into me and my body jolts from his thrusts. Dario fucks my face at a brutal pace. He holds his cock down my throat, running his fingers along my throat to see how much further he can go. Spade spits on my clit, slapping it over and over again.?
“God, she’s so fucking tight, I can feel her cunt starting to spasm around me. Fuck.” Spade growls.?
“I know. Her throat is just as tight. I hope she chokes on the load I give her.” Dario chuckles, grabbing my hair and pulling it tight into his fists.
“Take it, you fucking cunt. This is what you fucking wanted, right? Take it, Kitten.” He rasps.?
Again, I lay here and take everything they give me. I deserve it. All of it. How can I make them forgive me? How can I make them see that my words were bullshit? Of course, I love them. I love them so fucking much. This is killing me. My own fucking actions are slowly killing me. Or maybe I’m the one who needs to die. Maybe then–
“Fuck Ri, watching you fuck her mouth has me ready to cum so hard.” Spade pants, thrusting harder into my soaked pussy. He flicks my clit, but it’s no use. I feel nothing. Even with Dario fucking my throat, I feel numb. I’m retreating into the darkness of my mind, a place I have never been.
“Sweetbottom, come join me. They are not the ones for you. I was so fucking proud of you when you ordered the hit. Just come with me. It’s much more fun in here than it is out there with them. No more suffering, just pure pleasure.” D’mitri’s voice taunts me.
“Just take my hand, and let’s ride, baby.” He whispers. The sound of heavy pants around the room are dull, and the hands on my body start to disappear. I reach out and take the hand of the devil with no return in sight.
19
Lost Mind In A Wicked Soul
-Jade-
“You were always meant to be mine, Sweetbottom. I know you have to go, but you will return to me. While you’re out there, wreak Bedlam on those that hurt you, all of them. Make them pay, my broken doll.”
“No, No, No. Stop! Dario, you’re hurting me. Please get the fuck off of me Spade. Stop, just fucking stop!” I scream, feeling hands on my arm shaking me. I scream again.
“Bug, wake up. It’s only a dream.” Slim says, shaking me awake.
“Fuck!” I yell. Sweat drips down my face and arms. I take a deep breath, but my chest is so tight. I’m in my room; the sun is too bright. My body aches and my mouth is dry as fuck.
“Um, Bug, you might want to put some clothes on. I love tits and all, but you’re like my goddamn sister, and I don’t want to see your pierced nips.” He says, gagging. Asshole.
I pull the covers up to my chin. Why am I naked? How the fuck did we get home? My mind is so fuzzy, but I’m trying to remember the night. The clubhouse, the G-wagon, the club, hands everywhere, choking. Taunting. What the fuck?
“Slim, how did we get back here?” I ask with a panic-stricken tone.
“Umm, I was going to ask you the same thing. I woke up downstairs, and my jaw was on fire. The last thing I remember was dancing with that hot blonde and getting head in the men’s bathroom.” He chuckles as I climb out of bed. I don’t care that he’s seeing me naked; I just want some clothes.
“Damn, Bug. What the fuck happened to you? Your body is all bruised! Who did that to you?” he asks, concern laced in his tone. I take a deep breath, then grab some leggings and a long-sleeved shirt. I get dressed and throw my hair up in a bun. As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I see my face is stained with mascara. “I need to tell you something, but I don’t need your fucking sympathy, got it?” I take a deep breath.
“D raped and sodomized me almost three weeks ago,” I say as I wipe my face clean from the makeup I had on. The slice on my face doesn’t look like it’s going to heal very well. I sigh, looking over to Slim, who has his hands in fists and jaw tight.
“I guess I should feel some sort of way, but I feel nothing. I’m just numb.” I shrug.
“He’s lucky he’s already dead, because I want to murder that mother fucker. I knew he was no fucking good, but your parents kept pushing the two of you together. I should have claimed you as mine from the beginning, then this would have never happened.” He says through gritted teeth.
“It’s not your fault. You and I both know we would have never worked. You like dick just as much as I do and prefer it over pussy any day.” I smirk. His smile brightens, showing his perfect white teeth.
“True, but we would’ve been a powerhouse and a great front to do as I pleased. Now, I’ll be married off to some fucking trophy wife and be miserable for the rest of my life.” He huffs.
“Oh, queen, stop being dramatic. It will work itself out, but yes, my parents pushed us together to arrange that marriage.” I reply, throwing the makeup wipes in the garbage.
“Okay, back to last night, you didn’t see anyone dancing with me, did you?” I ask.
“No, Bug. I left you on the dance floor alone and got head from the blonde girl. After that I don’t remember anything. I legit woke up on your couch shirtless with a fucked- up jaw.” Pondering on his words, memories slowly flood my mind. His jaw hurts? “Jameson is too busy skull fucking the guy she was with.” I gasp, covering my mouth with my hands.
“Where’s my phone? I have cameras everywhere, let’s watch the footage and see how the fuck we got home,” I say. He hands me my phone from my side table, removing it from the charger. Sitting on my bed, I pull up the camera feeds. Slim looks over my shoulder, watching. The G-Wagon pulls in and parks, then I’m in my room, sleeping in my bed, and Slim is on the couch. What the fuck?
