Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Giana
“Please,” the woman cried as I pulled my gun from its holster.
“I love it when they beg,” one of the men taunted, fisting his micro-penis through his suit pants.
Bile rose in my throat, and I fought off the cloud of rage that clouded my vision. I pinched my thigh, needing the bite of pain to focus myself.
Pulling in a steadying breath, I willed the tremor out of my hands. I wouldn’t be any help to Spade or this girl if I let my anger get the best of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and counted to five, willing my heart to slow with each inhale I took.
Two of the men were holding the woman’s hands back against the rough bricks while the other two surveyed her, taking as much pleasure in her trembling as they were from devouring her with their lecherous gazes.
I bit the corner of my lip, finally finding my center as I aimed my gun down the alley. From this far I might be able to take one or two of them out, but I wouldn’t put it past the sick fucks to use the girl as a shield. I had to wait for Spade to make his move before I could strike.
I had to time it perfectly, though, because if I waited too long, Spade would be in the middle of the melee, and I’d lose my shot.
The men closest to the street turned in that direction, their heads tilted as though they were on alert. “What the fuck was that?”
I struck. Taking aim at the man who cupped his micro-penis, I pulled the trigger, landing two shots to his back.
Euphoria lit in my chest as he doubled over.
The men holding the woman abruptly let her go, one joining his friend on the street while the other turned to aim at me.
I only had a moment to hesitate, letting the woman flee from between them before I took my shot.
His groan vibrated through the alley as I ran to close the distance, needing to make sure they were dead, not just down.
I glimpsed the glint of his gun in the dim lighting as he shakily aimed for me, and I dove for the ground.
His shot ricocheted off the brick wall, causing an explosion of red powder.
I ignored it along with the ache pulsing in my shoulder.
Taking aim, I got a shot off, the bullet embedding itself in his shoulder and sending the gun clattering to the pavement.
“Bitch.” He grappled for his weapon, but I was already up and descending on him with a knife gripped tightly in my palm. The blade sliced through his neck like butter, blood splattering over my face and throat as he took his last gurgling breaths.
I didn’t let my guard down as I clambered off him and checked the other man.
He was still conscious, his eyelids fluttering wildly.
I caught his arm with one of the bullets, so blood pooled beneath him, but they’d both been wearing vests—meaning the shots hurt but weren’t enough to kill them.
Wasting no time, I sliced my blade across his throat, his life draining from him as quickly as the blood ran down his chest, soaking into his white shirt and staining it crimson.
Spade.
I leaped to my feet, closing the few feet to the street and nearly stumbling over the prone form lying lifeless on the cement as the second one dropped to his knees.
Spade withdrew his knife from the man’s chest before stabbing him with one last thrust to his neck.
Blood ran like a river, trailing from two more bodies littering the sidewalk.
“Sugar.” Spade’s breaths came in ragged pants.
He scanned my body, the same as I did to him, searching for any wounds.
There wasn’t any, of course. Blood speckled his face and platinum-blond hair, making him look just as savage as I knew he was.
I could only imagine I looked the same as I wiped my blade off on the man closest to me before sheathing it.
Spade didn’t bother cleaning his. He let it drop to the ground and surged toward me.
His blood-coated hands wound their way through my hair as he clasped me to him, a note of desperation in the feverish way he brought his lips to mine.
The world blurred as he pushed me back into the alley, expertly maneuvering us around the dead bodies before pressing my back into the rough bricks.
I skimmed my hands over his chest, desperately searching for an inch of bare skin around the vest. I needed to feel the warm press of his skin against mine, to take the comfort I’ve been craving from his body for far too long.
“Spade,” I whimpered as he jerked away from me, and I nearly dragged him back to me until I realized he was shedding his jacket and vest.
“Sugar,” he growled, savagely slamming his mouth over mine, consuming me with every swipe of his tongue. I groaned into him as I ran my hands up under his shirt, melting into him as his warmth soaked into my fingers.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this, how many times I had to talk myself out of taking you up against this wall.”
He pulled a clean knife from his waistband, making my eyebrows jump up in surprise.
“Do you trust me, sugar?”
“Of course,” I said, following the silver blade as he caressed my outer thigh. The cool metal didn’t cut, trailing gently over my skin and raising goosebumps in its wake.
Spade used the knife to cut through the thin lace of my panties, baring my pussy to the cool night air as the fabric fluttered to the ground. Good thing I wore a skirt tonight.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I did as he asked, spreading my legs as far apart as I could while he trailed the blade down my inner thigh.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he shifted his hand on the grip, holding it right above where the metal met the cool plastic.
He dragged the thick handle up to my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed it into my tight channel.
A strangled gasp tore from my lips as he pumped it into me, fucking me with the handle of his knife. “Fuck sugar,” he groaned. “You’re taking my knife so well. Do you enjoy having something so dangerous thrusting into your pussy, giving you pleasure when any second it might cause you pain?”
I whimpered and nodded, my adrenaline spiking even higher as I tried not to move a muscle, knowing the knife could slice across my thigh at any moment if I did.
Spade’s eyes devoured every inch of me like he was searing the vision into his memory.
That hunger only intensified my desire as my nipples ached, desperate for some friction.
He pumped the handle into me, and with every thrust that sent me hurtling closer to my release, I wished it was his cock slamming into me, filling me to the brim.
A low growl rumbled from his chest as my fingers dug into him, the knife sending me right to the edge as it hit my G-spot. My toes curled, my pussy pulsing with pleasure. My muscles went taut as I came around the grip, and I tried my best not to topple over as ecstasy slammed into me.
Spade worked me through my orgasm before he pulled the grip free.
He brought it to his lips, his silver piercing glinting in the pale moonlight as he licked my arousal off the knife.
My mouth dried as I watched him. I leaned forward, slipping my lips over the tip of the handle and hollowing out my cheeks like I was sucking on his cock.
Spade was shaking in anticipation as my sweet arousal rolled over my tongue, the handle trembling in his grasp betraying the fact that he was about to snap.
“Fuck,” he grunted. I released it with a pop, and he threw the knife away, hunger darkening his gaze as he drank me in.
His fingers trailed seductively up the backs of my thighs before gripping the globes of my ass in his rough palms. He didn’t break our kiss even as he lifted me up his body, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. His cock strained against his jeans as he rocked against me, dragging his hardness over my shredded panties.
“Please, Spade. I need you.” It was the truth. Neither of us needed any more foreplay. I needed him buried inside me, fucking me into the wall until we both came.
“I can’t say no to you, baby.” His hips jerked toward me as I reached for his pants and freed his cock. I gripped his thick shaft, lining him up with my center. He sank into me, coaxing a needy whimper from my lips.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me,” he said, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he held himself back, letting me adjust to him. “Being inside you is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get.”
“We’ll rule Hell together one day.” I giggled, gently biting his earlobe. “The four of us will be unstoppable.”
Spade growled as he captured my lips once more, his hips pulling out and driving into me with such force he nearly took my breath away.
He pounded into my pussy at a punishing pace, taking the stress and despair that had clung to him the last week out on my body.
I relished the pleasure each stroke evoked, my mind and body lost in the haze of lust as I accepted every thrust, letting our bodies speak the words our mouths couldn’t right now.
He pulled his mouth from mine roughly, anguish shining in his violet eyes. “Promise me you’ll never do that again. We’re a team. You and me till the end.” His fingers dug deeper into my soft, sensitive flesh, the bite of pain only adding to the pleasure.
“Yes,” I gasped, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I’d promise this man anything right now, but the glint of pain in his voice makes me vow to keep my word. I never want to be a source of pain to my men. “Never again.”
“Don’t hide from me, sugar,” he growled, snapping my head back up. “Let me watch you fall apart.”
Fuck, I could die right now and be the happiest woman in the world.
My head rolled back, the bite of the cold bricks on my scalp the only thing keeping me grounded as ecstasy unfurled within me, building me closer and closer to the precipice.
Spade’s eyes flashed with hunger as he drank me in like he was memorizing every inch of my face.