18. The Chessmaster
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Chessmaster
“If you think about it, women were created for one purpose, and that’s to breed children. Everything else is just noise. Just a sad attempt at trying to attain a life that will only bring you misery.”
Blood squirted from his mouth, splattering her face. But she didn’t flinch.
His nails nicked her chin, ripping her skin. But she didn’t budge.
“The only body count you should be worried about is the number of worthless scum who should be wiped from this planet. Not opening your legs like some disease-ridden whore.”
His body jerked against the floor as he started to choke on his blood as it soaked the carpet. Deja blocked out his grating voice playing from the speakers as she finally removed his tongue from his mouth.
Turning his severed tongue over in her bloody palms, Deja looked at Tucker and watched the life drain from his eyes. She sat still on top of him. Lost in her thoughts. Trying to find remorse. Trying to feel… something.
But rage violently ravaged her mind like a virus.
Suddenly, it dawned on her that the room was in panic.
Looking around, she stood to her feet, holding his severed tongue in one hand and Jax’s blade in the other.
She looked around until she spotted the speaker playing his podcast. Pushing past several people, she approached the speakers and ripped the cord from the wall.
“Shut the fuck up!” she snarled. The room abruptly fell to a hush.
Holding up Tucker’s tongue, Deja looked around the room. “...is this not what you want? To reap? To kill?” she asked. “Isn’t that why you’re here? To follow Roselyn’s command?”
The people in the room stared at her blankly, and it only made her angrier. Storming towards Tucker’s corpse, she shoved his body with her foot.
“This piece of shit is the antithesis of everything Roselyn stands for. How could you believe, let alone follow any of the bullshit he spews, and not realize this? Roselyn’s command was to Reap those who are destroying our home.
Our world that was given to us. Because if this planet goes to shit, then so do we.
He’s telling you to pop fucking babies out of your vagina like goddamn cattle, and you lap that shit up! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
A group of women jumped, startled as Deja threw his severed tongue at them.
“You’ve completely disregarded her teachings for the bullshit of an idiot who sees you as less than human.
Who sees Roselyn as inferior. She would kill men like him!
And so should you! Instead, you’re so easily swayed by morons who just like to hear themselves talk- read the fucking memoir your damn self!
You will find your strength in her words, not his!
Get off your damn knees long enough to stop sucking his dick and stand the fuck up!
If you’re gonna be a Reaper, be Roselyn’s fucking Reaper!
Not Tucker’s. Not the Society’s. Roselyn’s! ”
A pregnant silence lingered before Caleb abruptly grabbed her arm. “Time to go, Katniss.”
The room erupted in murmurs as Caleb and Keith escorted her out towards the elevator. Deja could feel her heart slamming violently against her chest as she breathed heavily, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She stared at her bloody hands, shaking chaotically, when Caleb grabbed them.
“Baby? Baby, look at me,” Caleb said, catching her gaze. “Breathe, okay? Breathe with me.” Deja tried to slow her breathing as she mimicked Caleb, staring at his lips.
“Undeniably the hottest fucking thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life,” Keith said.
“Keith, you’re not fucking helping,” Caleb snapped. “She’s freaking out.”
“She’s not freaking out, she’s fucking pumped!” Keith said, slapping the elevator wall. “That’s that adrenaline. Give in to that shit, baby girl!”
“Keith! She just lost her friends and killed two people in less than 24 hours! She’s not used to this like us,” Caleb warned. “She’s emotionally fragile right now. She might spiral-”
“No! No, fucking way!” Keith said, grabbing Deja’s shoulder to turn her around. “There will be no fucking spiraling. You know why?”
Deja looked at Keith, startled as he pushed her back against the wall.
“Because you’re right! You’re fucking right!
And you’re a goddamn badass for shutting that motherfucker up by ripping his tongue out of his mouth.
I mean, sure, you broke Society rules, reaped one of the Envoy’s most popular and influential pawns, and killed in front of hundreds of people, slapped that chick with his tongue- That was hilarious.
But I’m so fucking proud of you, baby girl! ”
Grabbing her waist, Keith lifted her in the air as he stared at her like a madman drunk in love. “Tha thu nad bhan-dia,?*” he praised her in his native tongue. “You’re a fucking goddess. This is what Jax was talking about! You are everything Roselyn wants in a Reaper!”
Keith’s lips slammed against hers as he wrapped her legs around his taut waist. Possessing her arms, he pushed them against the wall, his fingers sliding against the blood that painted her forearms as he laced his fingers with hers.
Deja breathed heavily, her breasts heaving as Keith violently pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard until she whimpered with erotic pain. Shoving her tongue into his mouth, she moaned as she pushed her pelvis against his.
“I’m about to fuck the shit out of you right in this fucking elevator,” Keith growled, tearing at her clothes.
But the elevator came to an abrupt halt.
Keith and Deja looked at Caleb, who was holding his hand against the emergency stop button.
“Motherfucker, don’t pretend she didn’t turn you all the way the fuck on,” Keith said as Deja slid off of him.
Taking her hand in his, Caleb gently rubbed his thumb against her palm and smeared the blood before he looked at her. “Do you regret it?” he asked.
Deja slowly exhaled as she held Caleb’s gaze. “I regret not doing it sooner.”
Caleb couldn’t help his smirk. He yanked her forward until she fell into his chest before his lips were crashing into hers.
She giggled as Keith pressed up behind her, pushing his face into her neck as his hands slipped beneath her dress to tug at her wet panties.
“Are we fucking her in the elevator?” Keith hummed as he bit her earlobe.
“I can practically smell her sex. Hell yeah, we’re fucking her in the elevator,” Caleb said, pushing his hands against her breasts and unapologetically groping her.
“You are not fucking me in the elevator,” Deja snorted as she pushed the elevator button again. But Keith slammed the button as Caleb pushed her into the corner. “Guys-!”
Caleb swallowed her protest as he wrapped her up in his possessive arms, peeling her dress from her body. Deja writhed out of his embrace to hit the button again before Keith hooked his fingers into the back opening of her dress and yanked her back against his chest.
“You can’t just do sexy things that make you more fuckable than you already are and not expect to get dicked down,” Keith teased as he tugged her dress down.
Deja forcefully shoved them both against the wall. Trying to catch her breath, she fixed her dress and stared at Keith and Caleb, both smirking at her with ravenous glares. “You are not… fucking me… in this elevator,” she said, breathlessly.
“She’s so cute thinking she can keep us both off of her like we’re not twice her size,” Keith grinned.
“Delusion,” Caleb smirked.
Deja scoffed. “I mean it!”
Suddenly, the doors opened behind her to a group of people waiting to enter. “Fine. We’ll take it to the car,” Caleb said, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder.
“Caleb!” Deja squealed as he carried her out of the elevator. People stared at them, startled as Caleb strolled past them.
“Don’t mind the blood on the walls,” Keith said casually as he followed Caleb to the parking lot. As Keith opened the car door, Caleb pushed Deja inside. She crawled backward on the seat before Caleb grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her towards him.
“I thought you were upset with me,” she said, straddling Caleb’s lap as he slipped on a condom.
Caleb smirked. “I mean, it’s very possible you just incited war…”
Deja sharply inhaled as Caleb grabbed her thick ass and, rocking his hips against hers, sank his length deep inside of her pussy.
Heaving breathlessly, her head fell against his shoulder as his dick throbbed between her sensitive walls.
He tenderly kissed beneath her ear as his fingers tightly clutched her ass.
“...but you know damn well I’d take on an entire army for you, baby…
” Caleb groaned into her ear. Deja’s breathing shallowed as her ass bounced chaotically on Caleb’s lap, her arousal smearing her thighs.
Her fingers dug into his spine as breathless whimpers fell from her lips with each dominating thrust.
Entangling his fingers in her hair, Caleb pulled her head back until his mouth was devouring hers, stealing her breath. Deja could smell marijuana from outside the car before the door behind her opened, and Keith slid in.
“My favorite sound,” Keith hummed as he slid his hands around her waist until her heavy breasts filled his large palms. “Hearing you moan and beg while that pussy gets absolutely demolished.”
Sliding his fingers around her throat, Keith peeled her off of Caleb and forcibly turned her head until he claimed her lips for himself. Their hands possessing her, their muscular bodies overpowering her as if they were fighting each other for the privilege of making her climax first.
She felt Caleb’s thick erection slip out of her before Keith’s veiny dick was invading her tender, soaked heaven. Her ass clenched as Keith mercilessly filled her to the hilt. “That’s my baby girl…” Keith groaned into her neck. “So fucking warm. Daddy missed you…”