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Tonight has been fucking insane. I’m not sure how to feel other than anger and sadness. I know Jade isn’t okay. She acts like everything is fine, but once the adrenaline wears off, I can put my life on it that she will be singing another tune.
The twins and Kayla decide to stay at the house to ensure the cleanup crew gets the job done while we go back to the Academy. They won’t let Jade burn the house to the ground like she wants, but they can’t always be with her either. Jade’s going to do what she wants to do, just like she’s doing at this moment. We separate and Jade goes off with Jameson, up to this room. I look over to Dario and see his jaw ticking, hands tightly fisted. He’s with me on this; we both don’t like it. We’ve been punished every single fucking time Jameson fucks up since we have met her and now, all of a sudden, he gets special treatment? What the fuck?
“This is fucking bullshit, Ri, I’m not sure how much more of this shit I can handle before I legit lose my fucking head. We both know it’s not a fun time when I do. I was pissed before, but now, I’m fucking livid.”
“She didn’t even bat an eye at us, just took off with The Carver like we don’t fucking matter.” He punches the number on the elevator to our floor.
“We need to just calm down; it won’t last. It doesn’t matter what happens tonight, by the morning he will be back to himself, and she will be a mess.” He nods but doesn’t say anything further. We step out of the elevator and trek down the hall in a somber mood. I can’t believe what happened tonight. Ri warned us, and I just didn’t want to hear it. I have no clue where this leaves us, but I’m glad the fucker is finally dead. That still leaves our fathers. They are so heavily guarded after the shit they pulled. They know we are gunning for them but that doesn’t take away the fact that we still work for them. We still have to listen to their commands. We get to our room and Ri saunters off to the shower after grabbing his things while I lay on my bed rubbing my eyes. My wrists are killing me from the binds, the piece of fabric I wrapped them in needs to be changed once he’s out of the shower. I’m so angry at everything, I really thought we were heading in a good direction. I thought tonight was going to be fun with our girl, finally catching a break and letting loose. How fucking naive was I? Taking a deep breath, I pull out my phone, and open my message thread with Jade; I refuse to fucking give up on her.
Me: Jade, I need to know if you are okay. I don’t like the way you left with Jameson. Tomorrow, we need to talk and take Auggie to the vet. I love you, Babygirl. Xo
I can see she opened it but never replies; this makes me absolutely fucking insane. I’m ready to go to Jameson’s room and demand she speak to me. Why does he get her attention and we get dismissed? I don’t fucking understand.
He better not fucking hurt her, so help me god I will gut his ass. My phone vibrates as I hear the shower cut off. Picking up my phone hoping that it’s my girl texting back; it’s not.
Esteban: I have a job for you. Tomorrow night 11pm: 21st and 3rd in Manhattan. Go to the front desk and retrieve the package. Details will be inside. Don’t disappoint me, Cabron.
I throw my phone across the room hitting the wall with a thud, just what I fucking needed. I’m nothing but my father’s little puppet, his little bitch boy. We need to end them, and I might just know a way.
6
Blood King & Queen
-Jade-
“Fuck, Jamie, you feel so fucking good,” I pant, tightening around his cock.
“My Blood Queen, Jamie isn’t with us at the moment, just your Blood King.” He shoves my face into the pillow, wrapping my hair in his fist and pulling back tightly. I arch my back for him, taking everything he’s giving me.
“My Blood King, let me ride that cock, and make you feel good.” I whimper as he slams harder into me. My tits jostle against his sheets, burning with every thrust.
“You want to ride my cock?” He groans as I tighten around him.
“Yes, Carver, please let me.” I push back into him. He smacks my ass, pulling out of me, making me feel as empty as my heart feels. I need this distraction, or I will break.
“Tsk, tsk, I am your Blood King. Now be a good girl and sink slowly onto my cock. Let me feel you squeeze it as you take it all.” He growls, laying on his back, pulling me on top of him. He lines up his cock with my soaked entrance. I sink slowly onto him and throw my head back in ecstasy. Fuck, he feels so much bigger like this. Long, hard, and thick. The muscles in his neck strain as I grind my soaked cunt onto him. He pulls at my nipples, flicking them as I dig my nails down his chest, cutting the skin. He hisses, pulling my nipples harder.
“Fuck, Blood Queen, make me bleed; you know I only bleed for you.” He thrusts up into me, causing me to shiver. I dig my nails deeper into his chest, sliding them down to his stomach, moving my hand to rub my clit in slow circles, but he slaps my hand away, taking over for me. I squeeze tighter around his hard cock, grinding faster into him.
“You’re so fucking tight; so wet,” he moans. His moaning just spurs me on. The sounds this man makes is like a straight shot to my aching clit.
“Cut me please, carve into me,” I pant. Then suddenly, he pulls a knife out from who knows where.
“Where? Tell me what you need.” He slows my movement. I don’t want him to stop. If we stop, my mind will go elsewhere and I need this tonight. I need to forget all of it, every second of it.
“Slice me up, do your worst.” He flips me onto my back. Wrapping his hand around my throat, squeezing as he thrusts relentlessly into my needy cunt.
“You dirty, dirty, little bitch. You want me to kill you?” he smirks, causing that sexy dimple to pop.
“Make me forget, I don’t want to think at all, I just want to feel. Fuck me, cut me, and choke me until I pass out.” I beg, squeezing his cock, and he grunts. I know The Carver is the only one who can give me what I need right now.
“As you wish,” he winks, taking the knife and slicing down my chest. A small laceration of blood pools against my skin and I moan at the sting. He bends down, running the tip of his tongue along the cut, licking the blood from my flesh. He latches onto my nipple and swirls his tongue as he trails the knife down past my belly button and nicks my clit. I damn near spasm at the burning sensation.
“Let’s pierce this little nub, shall we? I have the kit to do it.” He pulls out of me, leaving me to catch my breath and walks over to his desk, opening it and retrieving an enclosed package with clamps, needles, and piercing jewelry.
“I’m going to need you to stay still, Blood Queen, I’ll make this quick.”
“Finger fuck me while you do it. If you stop, I’ll fall back inside the hole that I don’t want to be in.” I lean up onto my elbow, watching him open the contents. He lays the clamps down under my thigh, takes out an antiseptic wipe, and removes the needle and the piercing from their package. He squirts some lubricant onto the needle and places it on the clean mat.
