Chapter 2 – Micah
Chapter Two
Micah
H e was a screamer.
And I loved watching my baby make bad men scream.
I stood in the doorway, admiring Kara’s handiwork. There was blood everywhere—on the white satin sheets, matching pillows, even dripping onto the hardwood floors.
Kara was crouched above the target, writing something with the small blade she’d smuggled in across his stomach.
Even in the dim light, I could see the words she’d carved:
This is what happens to rapist s.
Tied to the bed post, a pair of men’s briefs stuffed in his mouth, he looked over at me, Conor, and Luke. Even from here, I could see the relief in his eyes.
He thought he was being rescued.
“Help!” he tried to scream, the word muffled by his makeshift gag. “This bitch is trying to?—”
Luke pushed past me, standing over the two of them. My massive lover looked terrifying, his red hair ablaze in the light.
“Careful what you call her,” he warned. “Or the pain you feel now will become a distant, warm memory.”
To Kara, he added, “I love when you get violent, sweetheart. It makes me so fucking hard.”
Kara looked up at him, looking more beautiful than I’d ever seen her, wearing nothing but blood-soaked lingerie and controlled rage.
“I have an idea,” she said, her voice husky. “Why don’t we let this fucker bleed out while I see to that hard cock of yours.”
Conor moved his way into the room, shaking his head. “I don’t care that he’s on death’s door. No one gets to hear you scream but us.”
I smiled to myself. Our other male partners were incredibly possessive. I personally didn’t mind if a target heard the sounds Kara made when she came for us, but relationships meant compromise.
Kara growled. “You never let me have any fun.”
Conor kneeled next to her, grabbing her head in his hands and pulling her into a long, dirty kiss that made my own cock go rock hard.
Fuck, I needed to be inside her.
Pulling away, he said, “Vengeful girl, you can have all the fun in the world you want—once the body goes cold.”
At that, the target began to struggle, making high-pitched, fearful noises.
Rolling her eyes, Kara turned back to him, leaning over and saying slowly to him, “Turns out it was your body, my choice.”
And with that, she drew the blade across his neck, and with a final, helpless gurgle, the target stilled in death.
Luke growled. “If he said to you what I think he said…”
Kara shrugged as Conor helped her to her feet. “He’s dead now.”
Stretching, she complained, “This shit is hell on my knees.”
Striding forward, I nudged Conor out of the way, sweeping my baby into my arms and carrying her to the bed, grateful that I’d had the mental wherewithal to wipe Conor’s, Luke’s, and my identities and prints from any digital system that existed, so our prints or hair follicles couldn’t be matched up to anyone. Kara’s had been wiped by our long-gone enemies, and I’d kept it that way.
We were ghosts, and we liked it that way.
“You’re a bloody mess,” I said fondly before reaching down and tearing the bra and panties off her.
Kara grinned up at me, her eyes filled with the lust that often came after a good kill.
“You owe me a new set of these,” she said.
“I’ll buy you a thousand more,” I promised. “But first I need to stuff my baby’s juicy cunt full.”
Too hard to bother with foreplay, I flipped her onto her hands and knees, unzipping my pants with one hand as I filled her with two fingers, testing to make sure she was ready for me.
But then she was always ready for me and the copious wetness on my fingers proved it.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” I growled.
Kara moaned.
A big hand grabbed my hand before I could lick up my favorite taste in the world, and then a mouth was sucking on my fingers, making me even harder.
I turned to look at Conor next to me.
“Pick her up again,” he ordered. “I want my mouth on her pussy while you fuck her.”
“Whatever you want, boss,” I said lightly, grabbing Kara around the waist while Conor slid onto the bed, his head toward the end, facing us.
“Ride my face,” he told her. “And if you say a word about suffocating me, worried girl, Luke will paddle your ass until you scream so loud we fuck up this whole mission.”
“Luke will do that anyway,” Luke said as he joined us near the bed.
I lowered Kara over Conor’s face, so she kneeled above his head. One hand on her hip to keep her in place, I grabbed my stone-hard and sensitive cock with my other hand, lining up with her dripping cunt.
“Keep her quiet,” I told Luke, who was already stripping off his pants.
“I plan to,” he said.
“Oh god,” Kara gasped, then screamed as I shoved all the way into her, pushing her forward against Conor’s face.
She squirmed against us as, with a growl, Conor went to town on her pussy and I pulled out only to shove back into the tight, warm, wet heat I called home. The positioning was a little tricky at first, negotiating fucking Kara while Conor licked her, especially as our girl writhed against both of us.
“Too much,” she cried.
“Luke,” I groaned.
“On it,” he said, and then he was grabbing her head between his large hands and shoving his own cock deep into her mouth, turning her screams and cries into a muffled, garbled moan.
“Gonna fill you up, baby. From both ends. How’s that feel, knowing you’re going to fly home as my come drips out of you? Gonna breed you, baby—and when we get home, Luke and Conor are going to take their turns doing the same thing, over and over, until you’re so full and so sensitive, you’ll forget what it was like before.”
Kara tried to pull off of Luke’s cock to say something, but he shoved deeper, silencing her. And the way her cunt tightened around me made it clear: she liked what I was saying.
Good. We weren’t quite ready for kids yet but preparing her for a time when we would be was fun as fuck.
Watching Luke choke her with his cock while Conor sucked and licked and ate at her and my own cock was swallowed by her sweet cunt had me way too close to the edge. And knowing she had no choice but to take what we gave her—and that she loved every second of it—made it near impossible not to fill her up with come.
I locked eyes with Luke, who grinned at me.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you,” I said back.
Conor growled in agreement, his free hand working his cock. That was all it took: Suddenly, Kara froze, and then her cunt was squeezing around me in perfect, cock-strangling pulses as she came, and took me with her, making me go briefly blind with how good it felt.
Home.
I did as promised, filling her up with come until she was sloppy, messy full.
With two simultaneous groans, Luke and Conor came too, Luke into Kara’s throat, and Conor all over Luke’s stomach.
Sighing, I pulled out of Kara, who slumped over between Conor and Luke.
“I love you, baby,” I told her.
“I love you,” she groaned, “But one of you is carrying me out of here.”
“Deal,” Conor said.
Luke eyed the room—including the cooling body I’d briefly forgotten. “We should get out of here. This place freaks me out. It’s worse than Marcus’s many homes.”
At the mention of my half-brother, I sighed.
“Yeah, and his plane is probably on his way to pick us up. Kara, don’t you dare clean up your messy pussy,” I warned.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, pulling her robe back on.
Usually, we’d clean up our mess—but our client had asked to leave things as they were. No one would find us or connect the dots, and we wanted the kill to serve as a warning to other oligarchs with political aspirations.
They could try.
But we would be waiting in the shadows, ready to make them regret it.
With our little badass baby taking the lead in their destruction.
“Come on, sweetheart, time to go home.”
With that, Luke swung a sated Kara up into his arms like the bride she still was, and we headed off into the night.
THE END