The Bloke (Men Under Revue #1)

17. Colby

Chapter 17

Colby

Skulking around the back alley of Fallout was not what I had planned for my evening. I only hoped that whoever was causing the problems of assaulting and raping women here would make a move tonight so I could kill them and be done with it. If they didn’t show up tonight, I would be obligated to return every night until they did.

I arrived shortly after midnight. Post-show rehearsals ran later than expected, so there was a chance I had already missed them if they struck earlier, but it would make sense for them to attack closer to close, based on the women being either wasted or drugged.

You could hear the music out into the alley, so it was no surprise that no one would have heard the screams of the victim if she were even capable of trying.

Nick couldn’t give me any information regarding the condition of the women during the attack, just what was done to them. Even though it was a huge problem, the owner tried to keep it as quiet as possible to avoid damaging the reputation of his establishment. No surprise there.

After an hour of waiting, I repositioned myself to crouch against the cement wall of the nightclub, rolling my shoulders and neck, which had begun to stiffen. This dirty fucker just had to pick the back alley. They couldn’t do this inside the club? Maybe in the bathroom or somewhere that had a place where I could sit while I waited? Fuck.

I yawned, checking my phone for the time—almost one-thirty.

I should probably check in on my wife…

Just as I opened my tracking app, the back door of the nightclub opened, and I slipped my phone into my back pocket, silently pressing my back against the wall to hide in the shadows.

My eyes caught on a familiar set of hot pink heels. I took a step forward to approach her when a man dressed in all black stepped out of the door and caged her against the wall.

He brought his face close to hers, whispering something into her ear. With the music filtering into the alley, I couldn’t hear a single word of their exchange, but the moment I saw his hand slide up her thigh and under her dress, my blood boiled, and I saw nothing but red.

Fisting my hands tight enough to turn my knuckles white, I tried to calm myself down to approach this situation without flying directly off the handle. I didn’t care if he was or wasn’t the fucker I was here for; he was a dead man for touching my wife.

“Need some help there, mate?” I offered, stepping out of the shadows and attempting to play this off as a casual gesture, while deep down, I was seething with malicious intent.

“Fuck off and find your own pussy, man. This one is mine.” He spat, not even giving two shits who I was or why I was out here.

The fact that he saw my wife as just a pussy to take advantage of and fuck sent me over the edge.

I shoved my hands into my back pockets while swaggering over to them as a means to keep them to myself. Not only that, but I did it to grab the handle of the butterfly knife I had brought with me.

My wife’s blue-grey eyes met mine, and I could see the unshed tears building within them. She wasn’t out here with him intentionally; I could see that now. Whether he followed her out of the club by chance or lured her, it didn’t matter. Her safety mattered; her eyes told me everything her lips couldn’t.

“Funny you should say that because she’s not yours…” I paused, stopping a foot away from them. “She’s mine.” I finished coolly, dragging my tongue along the front of my teeth before making a tsking sound.

“Look, ass—” He started, turning to face me, but I didn’t let him finish what he was about to say. Instead, I pulled the butterfly knife from my pocket, flipped it open in a single fluid motion, and violently stabbed him in the center of his throat, blood spraying my face from the impact.

I held him there for a few seconds, enjoying the desperate sounds of his struggle for air and survival. It didn’t take long for him to stop breathing entirely, and at that point, I let go of the knife, his body falling to the floor in a bloody mess.

That’s one issue resolved…

I ran the same hand that held the knife through my hair before setting my eyes on my wife’s. I was sure she was terrified, not from what that jack-off was going to do to her, but what I did to him. Something tells me that she was not well acquainted with killing and murder. I knew I was going to have to desensitize her to it for her test, but I guess we were jumping into it right here and now.

I stepped into my wife as I took both of her wrists, and brought them up beside her head, pinning them to the wall.

The second issue was the lack of a ring on her finger, which now had me questioning her intentions for the evening and whether they were as innocent as I thought they were.

I glanced at her left hand before my eyes returned to hers.

“Where’s your ring, love?” I asked in curiosity.

I was prepared for a lie; she wouldn’t tell me the truth even if it would save her ass from the anger that I felt knowing she was here, drinking, without her ring on, with men just begging to taste her.

Sienna shook her head, avoiding answering my question. I scanned her eyes for any hint or indication of what she was feeling at that moment, and the longer I stared, the more I felt drawn to her.

Her gaze dropped from my eyes to my mouth as her lips parted, melting all of the anger and doubt I had just felt toward her.

I released one of her wrists and cupped the nape of her neck, tilting her head back as my mouth claimed hers.

Her lips parted, allowing me access, and I drove my tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. She moaned, her hands wrapping around the back of my head as she gripped my bloody hair and tugged, pulling me even closer to her.

“Fuck the ring. Fuck me.” She mumbled into my mouth as she sucked the air from my lungs.

I didn’t need to be told twice; I would do it gladly. The fact that she was so willing and wanting caught me off guard, but I wasn’t about to argue or question her when I was just as desperate.

Sienna pulled her leg up to wrap around my hip, and I gripped her thigh with my free hand, the hem of her dress pushing up to her hips with the change in position. I leaned into her, pressing my weight into her body.

Releasing her mouth, I trailed my lips down to follow along her jawline, tasting the iron from the blood on her skin, mixing with her salty sweat. Surprisingly, she was even more stunning, covered in another man’s blood, one that I had just killed for touching what was mine. I had never wanted her more than I did now.

With one hand still fisting my hair, she dropped one to my shoulder, balling her hand into a fist in my T-shirt and pulling on it, her hips rolling against mine for friction.

“Colby.” She breathed with heated desire. “I need you. Now.” A whimpered plea fell from her lips, and I grew harder, moving to suck on her neck to leave a mark.

Seeing another man attempting to take what was mine caused something primal in me to come forward; a forceful need to mark and claim her as mine. This woman drove me to the edge of insanity, but my wife was a high that I never wanted to come down from.

I let go of her neck and reached between us to unbutton my jeans and draw down the fly. Pulling my cock from my boxers, I pushed her thong aside and buried myself deep inside of her with one forceful thrust. She was soaked to the point that I slid into her effortlessly, and she rolled her head to the side with a breathy moan of satisfaction.

Not wanting to take things slow, I started moving faster, thrusting harder into her. I would have taken my time with her, but we were in the back alley of Fallout with a blood-soaked body lying on the ground beside us. If this were going to be a romantic fuck I would much rather be back at the penthouse instead. This fuck was going to be quick and dirty.

Her panting moans filled my ears as I continued pounding into her against the wall with one hand gripping her ass tightly, lifting the other up so that both of her legs were wrapped around my waist for better leverage.

“Please,” She begged, biting down on her bottom lip. “Please, Colby.”

I was still pissed off with the thought of her coming here to find someone else to take her home and fuck her that I almost considered not letting her come. At least not without a thorough groveling.

Slowing my pace, I brought my lips to the shell of her ear, dragging them lightly along it.

“Were you trying to get fucked by another man tonight?” I murmured. If she wanted to come, she would have to give me the truth, and with my cock buried so deep inside her, I doubt that would be a problem.

“What?” She gasped with a rough swallow.

“You heard me… Were you trying to get rid of me by fucking another man tonight?” I pressed further, tugging on her earlobe with my teeth. I may have been angry, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to taste her.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her cunt clenching around my cock as she pressed her hips up against mine for more.

“Answer me… wife.”

“I… No.” She stammered. “No, I would never.”

“Are you sure about that?” I teased, releasing one of her thighs and sliding my hand to play with her clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” She whimpered with a moan, digging her nails into my scalp and shoulder, her thighs tightening around my waist.

“Want to try again?”

“Fuck… You are my husband, the only man I will ever fuck; now, please let me come.” She rambled with a laugh that told me she was losing her mind from the sex. “Colby, please!” She screamed, gripping my face in her hands and turning it to meet hers. Her eyes burned into mine, her nails burrowing into my scalp on both sides.

I laughed, licking my lips.

“Whatever my wife wants.” I crooned before slamming my hips back into her, fucking her roughly until I was just at the edge of coming.

“Come with me, love,” I spoke before devouring her mouth with mine again, swallowing her screams and moans of pleasure as she came all over my cock, gripping my shirt so tightly that she tore it in half. Bracing myself against the wall with a hand on either side of her shoulders, I followed her climax, driving myself as deep as I could go, filling her with my cum.

“Fuck… me…” She panted against my lips, trying to catch her breath.

“When we get home.” I breathed, pressing my forehead against hers and closing my eyes.