Chapter 8
EIGHT
HUXLEY
The heat of her mouth wrapped around my dick is everything.
Watching Kincaid fuck her like he owns her only serves to enhance my arousal.
I just wish I was able to see Stone on his knees, eating her cunt.
My grip on her hair tightens as I hold her in place and thrust into her mouth so hard she gags.
“Come on, you filthy little slut, I know you want to come.” She flicks her eyes up and the sight of want reflected in them has me groaning.
She moans around me and I shudder from the feeling of the vibration on my sensitive dick.
“Come for them, convict, it won’t be the last time you get fucked by my boyfriend and his dad.
” Her eyes widen for a split second in shock before Kincaid slams inside her with such force the table screeches along the ground.
Lennon screams around me as her climax shreds her in half.
Kincaid doesn’t stop fucking her. “I’m gonna come," he roars. I pull out of her mouth and jerk myself off. The dirty bitch is still coming down from her high but she pops her mouth open, wanting to catch every drop of my release. “Fuck!” Kin roars as he comes. I follow him over the edge as I come, jets of cum landing on her tongue, cheek and chin. Fuck me, it’s a beautiful sight to see her marked with my release on her skin.
Aftershocks are still rolling through me as Kin pulls out of her.
She’s gasping and panting like she’s just ran a marathon and in her defense, it must have felt like she just did.
Kincaid didn’t hold back, he kept to his word and fucked his revenge into her.
Stone climbs to his feet with his mask securely back in place.
Lennon flops forward and rests her forehead on the table trying to gather herself.
“Take her back to her cell,” Kin barks as he tucks himself back into his pants and stalks out of the room.
Stone shakes his head but leans forward and gathers her in his arms. She deflates against him and doesn’t even put up a fight.
I tuck myself back into my pants and follow after them.
No one utters a word as we make our way into the basement.
When Stone nears the cell, I see her stiffen in his hold.
Guilt churns inside me for a split second until I remember what her lie did to my family, she tore us apart.
I grab a pillow and a blanket from one of the shelves in the corner.
When I make it back to the cell I find Stone standing in the entryway and Lennon is huddled into the far corner with her arms wrapped around her legs and her head resting on her knees.
I brush past Stone, step into the cell and place the blanket and pillow beside her.
She doesn’t look up or even move as I back out, close the door and click the lock.
He and I turn to move away but her words have us both freezing.
“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you or…
him.” Her tone is laced with guilt. She knows she lied but all we want is to hear her admit it.
Look us in the fucking eyes and tell us why.
We all loved her. None of us had a fucking right to want her but we did regardless.
Lennon is a fucking vortex and sexy as sin, resisting her is harder than some would fucking think.
I feel Stone grow tense beside me. I remain silent, waiting for him to sort his thoughts and deal with her as he sees fit. “No idea what you’re talking about. You’re just some bitch we want to fuck.” He attempts to take a single step but she has him halting when she speaks.
“And you were always the boy I wanted on top of me, but you hated the fact I wanted your daddy as well.” Her cold, malicious tone has Stone growling and me feeling slightly proud. She actually had the balls to step up and taunt him.
Stone whirls around and faces her. She’s still sitting in the corner but has her head held high like she has the upper hand here.
“And where is your mommy again?” She reels back as if he hit her.
“Hmmmm, you may think you know who we are, but the truth is, you are just as fucking clueless as the cunt you crawled out of. Make no mistake, little Lennon, you are here for a purpose. When we get what we want, we’ll send your worthless ass home with nothing but memories of the time you spent here, thinking any of us gave a fuck about you. ”
When Stone storms out of the basement, I follow after him. My loyalty will always be with him, regardless of how I feel about Lennon. I’m about to follow him out the back door when Kin suddenly appears in front of me and cuts me off. I tear the mask off my head and glare at him.
“Let him cool off,” he says.
I step back and shake my head. “He needs me.”
“He always will, Hux, but you know that girl has always had the power to fuck with that boy's head. Let him get through this on his own and give him the chance to come to you for once.”
“She knows who we are,” I admit.
His brown eyes darken and suddenly from that one look I see how he survived prison without any incident. Kin is a bad motherfucker and has a lot of pent up anger over being sent away for something he didn’t do.
“It changes nothing,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
I scrub a hand down my face and shake my head. “I’m down for anything, you know that. But I won’t lose my family again because of her.”
Kin reaches out, grips the back of my neck and pulls me forward until our foreheads are touching. “You boys will never lose me again. I swear it.”
“She said sorry,” I utter.
His grip on my neck tightens. “Don’t let her in your head. This is about revenge. She needs to atone for her sins and that is why we are here. Once she admits the truth, she is free to go.”
I nod my agreement. “I’ll start setting up for the next event,” I say as I pull out of his hold and head for the living room, but his words stop me.
“Don’t let your love for her cloud your judgment, Huxley. Loving her is like loving a snake… it’s only a matter of time before she strikes.” His words are lathered in disdain and I get it. Truth is though, if I could have stopped loving Lennon St James, I would have done it years ago.
I keep my mind off her by focusing on my task of setting up the room. I have the three tripods set up with three seats behind them, we want to recreate her OnlyFans. We’ve been watching her for months and she had no idea.
I drag the twin size bed across the floor and situate it in the middle of the room, the red satin sheets and pillows are askew but I don’t give a shit.
She is going to put on a show for us and excitement is thrumming that I will be able to watch her put on a show for us in person.
I want to smell her, touch her, feel her skin against mine.
Tick tock, little convict, your time is running out.