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Fuuuuck. Not again. Her cunt feels too good.
I manage a couple of rough thrusts before I drag myself free. Spitting on her arse, I bury myself balls deep in her tight ass. She screams and the sound almost makes me come. Her cunt lubed my dick enough that she won’t bleed from the force. Unfortunately.
The sensation is different but ten times hotter. I dig my fingers into the tight flesh at her hips and lever her up further onto my cock, eliciting a harsh cry from her lips. She begins to squirm, trying to dislodge me but I hold on tighter, gripping her hair and hips roughly and pulling her down on to me.
It’s only moments before I feel my balls pull tight and my orgasm rocks through me, but I make sure those moments are savage and wildly unrestrained.
Done, I pull out and stand up, turning her over and staring down at her. Her big green eyes look up at me with bruising intensity. She’s pissed. I didn’t ask for permission, and she didn’t get to come. I don’t give a shit about her pleasure. This was for me.
With my thumb, I swipe the blood that’s trickling down her cheek back up to the source of the cut. It’s beautiful, like her. I can’t resist digging my nail into the laceration, and her hissing response makes me smirk. I didn’t come in her cunt but it’s gushing like I did. Princess likes a little pain with her pleasure.
Or should I say my pleasure?
I suck the blood off my thumb and the taste of her makes my dick stir to life once more. Fuck.
“Get dressed. You have a job to do and the mark will be back any moment,” I tell her harshly.
I wipe my dick on the edge of the tablecloth, tuck it away and turn my back on her, determined not to give her another thought.
But somehow I already know that I’m going to fail.
I’LL SKIPADOODLEDOO THE FUCK OFF INTO THE METAPHORICAL SUNSET
‘RIOT’ – HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD
KOOKABURRA
If Bones didn’t just ream my ass so fucking good that I can’t walk, I’d take my bat to the side of his fucking head. How fucking dare he!
I sit up and brush broken glass and crockery from my skin as best I can, before climbing down from the table with difficulty. With nothing else to use, I copy Bones, and clean myself up as best I can with the tablecloth, before pulling up my leggings and grabbing my bat.
It didn’t slip past me unnoticed that the others all got knives and guns – that prick Snow even pinching some grenades – and all I got was fucking equipment from the PE store cupboard. Whatever. They think I can’t be trusted with a real weapon? They should see the damage I can do with this bad boy.
Swinging the bat in time to the merry little tune I’m whistling, I exit the dining room and head towards the main foyer where we came in, following the sounds of distraction to guide my way.
It’s absolute carnage when I get there, the opulent reception area wrecked beyond all recognition.
“Look out below!” Snow crows and I only just jump out of the way as the massive chandelier falls from the ceiling and crashes right where I was standing a moment before.
I glare at the arsehole. That’s twice he’s tried to kill me today. I won’t let him attempt a third time.
I’m desperate to find out what’s going on, but my stubborn pride won’t let me ask. Woken in the middle of the night – practically kidnapped with no explanation – and takenout of prison.I knew the asylum wasn’t like a regular jail, but we’re not regular inmates. And they just…let us out? Provide us with weapons and transportation and send us on our merry way to fuck shit up and start a riot? Why? What’s the point? And how the hell do they plan on rounding us back up?
Clearly, it’s not the others’ first rodeo, but why would they willingly go back? We’re obviously hanging around here, waiting for something. And I know I should take advantage of their distraction to just slip away and disappear, but fuck if curiosity doesn’t get the better of me. I want to know what’s happening, why we’re here, what they want from me, so I’m staying put. At least until I have answers.
Then I’ll skipadoodledoo the fuck off into the metaphorical sunset.
If they wanted to keep me, they shouldn’t have let me out.
If they wanted me back, they should have put a fucking leash on me.
Anger bubbles up inside me, and I reach for the nearest object lying on the floor where it’s obviously fallen off the decimated table it was on. It’s heavy, some sort of solid brass knick knack, like a paperweight or something. Might be a clam shell but looks like a vagina to me. Fitting.
I launch it with all my might at Snow and it clunks him on the forehead, and he drops to the floor like the sack of shit he is.
“That was one hell of a shot, Red,” Night says appreciatively.
“I know.” My grin is wide and triumphant, the anger gone.
