32. Bay
THIRTY-TWO
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Torin wraps his palm around my mouth as if he’s about to kidnap my ass in his stepdad’s house, and I roll my eyes at the dramatics.
When we’re inside a dark library that looks like it came out of a medieval castle, with dark bookcases, leather furniture, and tall windows to let in the natural light from outside, Torin spins me around into a shelf of books and slams my spine mercilessly into it.
Then he’s in my face the next.
“Ever hear of the book The Documents in the Case ,” Torin asks me, and I groan, noticing Reeve plop down in one of his leather chairs out of the corner of my eye.
“Don’t read anything but car manuals,” I reply, holding his stare and composure against being caged between him and the endless books on his shelf. “Or shit for school.”
“It’s based on a 1922 murder case about a man named Percy Thompson. He was allegedly murdered by his wife, Edith, and her lover, Freddy, to which the story went nationwide.”
“Not a big history buff, Pretty Boy. Say what you need to say and?—”
“It was when female sexuality was considered dangerous and practically evil by weak-minded men who couldn’t keep their filthy hands to themselves.” He leans forward, a few inches from my mouth, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’d kiss me. “And my filthy hands aren’t afraid to tear into a well-known prospect of South Shore if she doesn’t keep her fat ass out of my sight like I’ve been tellin’ her to do for what feels like a fucking century at this point.”
I glimpse over my shoulder to look at said body part when his hand seizes my throat and drives the back of my head into a bunch of dusty old hardbacks.
“What’s the master plan, Wildfire? You gonna to try to gain Emilio’s love so he starts handing you the keys to the kingdom?”
“That’s going to be a hell no for me.”
“And why is that so hard to believe?”
I give a detached shrug. “That sounds more of a personal problem.”
He pulls my upper half forward, just to ram it back into the poor shelves and abandoned books behind me.
“I don’t have a plan,” I choke out because he’s squeezing a little too hard but leaving enough room for me to breathe if I focus on it only.
Except it’s hard when I have a man sandwiching me to a piece of furniture while interrogating my ulterior motive.
“You don’t have a plan,” Torin repeats flatly and with no emotion attached to it. Reaching behind him, he lifts his shirt and grabs his gun that is tucked underneath. What I didn’t expect was the silencer screwed on the end of it. “You know he’s gay as fuck, right?”
“Emilio?”
“Torin,” Reeve warns, more like sing-songs, as if he needs to lighten the mood.
Pretty Boy promptly ignores his buddy and removes the safety of the weapon. “He doesn’t like women. Ramsey doesn’t fuck women. He tortures them, lets their blood drip from their bodies as he laughs, and watches them die out slowly. He doesn’t screw pretty little girls from the block, and he sure as hell doesn’t look at them from the other side of his dick.”
“I’m sorry, when did we flip to Ramsey? I thought we were talkin’ about Dad.”
Yeah, he doesn’t like the reference.
Because the pads of Torin’s fingers are going to leave an imprint with how hard he’s squeezing my windpipe now.
“He doesn’t seem gay,” I mutter on, keeping my body still as Torin brings his weapon to my temple.
“He is.”
“Are you…a bunch of homophobes or something?” The click of the hammer on Torin’s gun gets Reeve out of his chair and striding through the room.
Thankfully, in my direction.
“Bay Bay,” he composes collectively, reaching my side and sliding himself between me and the bookshelf. It only gets me closer to Torin but he’s not gonna pull the trigger with me so close to his buddy…I think. Plus, if he wants answers to wherever he’s going with this, he’s gonna need me alive. “You know guns kill, right?”
I mindlessly seek comfort in Reeve, pressing my ass to his front, looking for protection from the big bad wolf in front of me when I say, “I don’t know why I have to be up to anything.”
“Because no one likes Ramsey, McQueen,” Reeve whispers in my ear as Torin eases up on my throat. “And you don’t appear like a gold digger, so spill.” His large hands rest on both my hips as he gently runs his thumbs back and forth, pulling me closer to feel the bulge of his cock prominently pressing into my butt. “Give him what he wants so you can go home and text me later.”
“What do you want me to say?” I argue. “That I’m out for your throne or something, because trust me, it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?” Torin snaps impatiently. Those perfectly shaped brows compressed together. “Because you made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with Emilio. But Ramsey…he might be a fucking clown but he’s Emilio’s favorite. So have we moved on to him now?”
“I’m dating Levi Wallace,” I falsely claim. “Keep up, Pretty Boy.”
“I think your bullshitting.” Torin flicks his amber eyes to Reeve for the first time. “Go watch the door.”
Reeve doesn’t move. “You gonna chill?”
Baby Wildes glares at him, but Reeve doesn’t budge until he finally answers with, “She’ll walk out alive.”
Reeve then does what he says without question, abandoning me to the only crazy person in the room.
And this asshole wants me to text him—psh.
He doesn’t turn his back either, immediately closing the door behind him and trusting that I’ll be alive afterward for him to bother.
I mean, Torin would have to have the balls to kill Emilio’s only newly founded daughter.
“You said you were going to fuck me,” Torin undertones, slowly running the warm metal down the side of my face and releasing my neck altogether. “And I was gonna fall madly in love with you. You want to off Emilio, just like a bunch of other people do…but you’re too much of a pussy to pull the trigger? Because you sure as hell had no problem with me.”
“It’s called learning street smarts,” I quake when the tip of the barrel runs along my jaw. “You could’ve killed?—”
“I want you to fuck me.” His gold-plated eyes sink into my soul, yanking the once-residing courage and self-preservation out of me. “Because I wanna know if you can make me turn on the only man who’s ever wanted to give me shit, or if I’m still gonna want to kill you afterward.”
“I’m not—” The click of a hammer resonates through the space between us, and I don’t have to guess what that is.
Fuck.
“You gonna chance that?”
Torin’s lips curl into a foreboding, smug smile. “I just might.”
The pads of his fingers curl the hem of my dress, heaving it over my prickled thighs as he looks vacantly at me, and that’s the scary part.
I’m either going to scoot out of here with barely my life intact or…I’m going to seduce Torin Wildes and do exactly what I said.
Without Emilio, there’s only Torin, Cairo, and Reeve.
Yeah, that’s three more than what I started with. But if they run the Forsaken Crew, I can get information to get the upper hand for Levi who’s clearly not going to like it.
In fact, he’s going to loathe it with a passion.
However, I’m in a very unique situation to get South Shore back into an economically stable setting. The people need this just as much as I do, if not more.
And this right here is a test to see if I’m a queen walking around who can’t be bothered with people I find reprehensible, or if I’m a follower. If I have enough power residing within me that I can take down a whole gang by getting on the inside. I could be a girl that Levi is just fucking to pass time, or I can be something more.
The problem for Torin is, which one am I?
“Do I need to get you hard, or do you have that handled?” I challenge, then involuntarily shiver when his skin brushes along the inside of my leg to the apex of my core.
“Unbuckle my jeans and let’s find out.”
I’ve come to the realization that Torin and I are the same sort of asshole. Both of us refuse to back down from opposition and we’ll do anything to keep our pride unscathed.
That’s going to be one of our downfalls.
He’s threatened by my blood relation with a man who raised him and I’m striving to get the hell away from him. Nevertheless, no matter what I tell Torin, he’s not going to buy it. As long as I’m breathing and Emilio is summoning me like his little protégée, I’m screwed in the eyes of the man who should give this life up and go break some hearts modeling jeans or something.
Arriving at the waistband of his pants, the strain of the material as I work the metal button is evident. Torin is stiff as fuck and he’s willing and waiting to screw me if I chase after this.
“What are we trying to pursue here?” I ask, pulling the zipper down, and leaving him to wonder if I’m going to pull down his jeans. “I’m not looking to dethrone you. I don’t want your fucked-up crew.”
“I don’t believe you.” Everything painted on his face is void of opinion and there’s only one way that I’m going to be able to read him.
And that’s if I get him into a vulnerable spot.
I tug hard on the waistband of his jeans to allow some room for me to stroke him through his boxers. “Why would I want a gang that was built from a man who was literally a modern-day Judas?”
“To destroy it.”
And he’s not wrong, ladies and gentlemen.
He. Is. Not. Wrong.
“Sounds like that would take too much energy on my part.” The inside of my fingers glide over his clad length and it’s thick, and ready, proving what I already knew.
Torin Wildes is attracted to me, was before too, but it still doesn’t mean a fucking thing.
He stares at me, and the most powerful thing about him is his eyes. Those liquid gold irises that always seem to be hot and melty, burning into their victims. It’s almost like being in a trance if you look at them too long, trying to find shards of darker shades or to see what’s buried inside the lucent color.
I begin to pump his cock, watching for any sign that I need to get out. That he’s playing me. I can play the stupid chick who was attracted to Levi because of his social standings. He’s a king in this world with masked soldiers that no one can pin down with a face.
I’d be scared too.
“Pull your panties to the side,” Torin orders as his gun drops to my hip. I do what he says, then feel the abrasion of metal glide across my clit.
This crazy fucker.
I squeeze him, silently warning him to watch his fucking self, because if he shoots me down there, I’m going to cut his whole dick off.
Sliding my fingers into the hole of his tight boxers, the velvety skin of his cock glides across my fingertips. I’m rewarded then with his own, the pads of his fingers brushing along my wet clit and sending a throbbing need into my lower gut. The barrel of his weapon rubbing underneath my pussy and against one thigh in tandem to his touch.
I lock my jaw when he circles the sensitive nub of my body, heeding my reaction which I’m just allowing to be genuine. I can wash Torin Wildes off me, but can he do the same?
“You’re ballsy as fuck to let me touch you when your Levi Wallace’s,” he asserts, his voice rich and deep but not giving anything away. “I’ve seen him kill people for less. But then again…you allowed me to touch you when you were Matteo De Leon’s, too.”
“I guess you hold my life in your hands.”
“How many men of his have you fucked when he hasn’t touched you?” Torin’s middle finger dips inside me and my inner muscles clench around the single digits.
Damn.
I haven’t had sex in months and it’s taking its toll right now. My brain is starting to shut down all sense. All it craves is for him to keep touching me like he is now so I can come.
“No one,” I finally transmit through a whisper.
“What?”
My eyes flick up to his, burning full of intensity now as he waits for my answer. “No one. I’m not that stupid to fuck one of his men underneath his nose.”
“So you thought being in another town was going to keep this from reaching his ears?” I open my mouth, but he slides another finger inside me and I grasp one of the wooden shelves above me, soliciting a strangled hum of pleasure to leave my throat.
“Do you guys write letters back and forth about your exploits?”
He begins to slowly pump his joined fingers and I try again to fasten onto the here and now.
Not how my traitorous pussy greedily desires more.
“That would be something,” he divulges, drawing his extremities until they’re almost out of me before excruciatingly sliding them back in. “I almost don’t buy that Levi doesn’t go balls deep inside this tight pussy.”
“You don’t buy that maybe I’m wet for you, Pretty Boy?” I sluggishly draw my palm back and forth around his cock. “Give yourself some more credit.”
“Quit teasing me, Wildfire,” he leers, withdrawing himself from me—for real this time when his gun replaces the warm touch he just offered me. “You didn’t seem to want to jump my dick the other day when you shoved me in that shipping container. You definitely didn’t let me that close like you just did Reeve without shoving me away. All I see is disgust when I’m around. How you’d rather just see me disappear.”
The high-risk object embeds itself at my entrance as he ever so gently begins to work it inside my body.
In and out.
In and slowly out.
He uses my wetness to coat more of the weapon before he tries to go deeper, testing my body and if it can take it. The smooth metal of the silencer works as a perfect replacement if what landed within the depths of the other side couldn’t kill me.
This is fucked up…but it feels so good.
His gaze falls between us as he watches himself fuck me with his prized possession. I spread my legs wider, which only causes his attention to promptly come right back to me.
“I want you to come all over this gun so when I kill your man, you’ll be with me when I do.”
You fucked-up son of a bitch.
I glare at him. “You think that’s gonna get me off?”
“Sounds like he’s been neglecting you, baby…” He inches closer to me, his scent battering into my senses. “Maybe I’m doing you a favor.”
“And maybe you’re right and I’m playin’ your ass.”
Torin clucks his tongue at me as if I’m a naughty child who’s not complying with his will and testament. “You love him?”
With the way his tone dips and skims the rim of curiosity if I didn’t know better, I genuinely say he was.
“Of course, I?—”
“You’re lying.” He shoves the Glock deeper into my cunt, goading me to fess up. “You wouldn’t be standing here with me right now when you have an equal shot at power right under your fingertips. So it makes me wonder if you’re using him like you’re going to use Emilio, and how you did with De Leon, or if you just like the ride.”
His knuckles brush my clit as the weapon buries itself to the hilt and my free hand is grasping Torin’s bicep for balance.
My eyes flutter as I slightly bow over when he works me into a civil war to punch him in the jaw or allow this to play out.
“I like you like this,” he conveys like I give a fuck. “You’re quiet.”
Sweat begins to form at the back of my neck and forehead, and I’m not doing much of anything but teasing his length and getting fucked with a pistol.
“If you’re going to fuck a Wildes boy, you’re only going to be fucking me. Ramsey isn’t someone you’re gonna want to open your pretty legs to because he’ll drain you out quicker than the idea lifted in your head. Touch my father, and I’ll have your ass next for my pleasure. You want dick…I want you to come to me.”
“I have Levi.”
“Who’s lacking, apparently,” he notes. “But if he whips his small pecker out and wants to give you a go, by all means, Wildfire…blow his mind.”
I glower at him. “You’re a cocky prick, you know that?”
“You wouldn’t know.” He bends forward and places his mouth over mine. “It’s not inside you yet.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Pretty Boy. You don’t have to worry about me wanting any of you. I said it before, and I’ll say it again…you fuckers aren’t who I’d like to associate myself with.”
“But you’re here now. And you’re soaking my gun, allowing me to fuck you how I want…”
“I thought the idea was for me to fuck you,” I retort evenly.
He slowly pulls his weapon from between my legs and takes a small step forward, regaining the space he just gave up. “Where do you want me?”
I swallow, wanting to wipe the beaded perspiration off my skin.
He’s fucking serious. His goal is to screw over the head of South Shore because he has a golden opportunity.
And he’s going to take it.
Meanwhile, I’m on the fence.
Get closer, underneath his skin to obtain intel or continue to advise everyone to fuck off and still end up here because Emilio won’t go and do just that.
“Couch.” My strained, one-word answer results in Torin turning his back on me, gun still in hand while he confidently strides toward the furniture and gives me a perfect view of his ass and shoulders.
I watch him plop down without a care in the world, arms extended over the back end of it as he waits for me to carry out what he desires.
I guess we’re doing this.
As steadily as I can, I remove the thin straps of my black dress down the curve of my shoulders and lower the fabric down past my bra to my upper torso.
Those gold-plated orbs fall to my generous tits and all the way down to my thighs where my dress is still semi-hiked up to display some of the lace panties that I stole from the mall last week.
Without hesitation, because I’ll dip out of this situation and run, I straddle Torin’s lap and reach for his cock.
“Watch my leg,” he warns through his teeth. “Some crazy bitch shot me the other day.”
I force my lips not to heave into a smirk. “She sounds dangerous.”
Working him out of his boxers, I was right when I thought his dick would be molded for sin. It’s thick and no man like this deserves a dick this nice, it’s just not fair.
Our eyes clash together like a head-on collision and that courage that just filtered through my veins quickly flees my body.
He’s gorgeous and I fucking hate him.
And since I do, I’m going to make his life a living hell if he does this to me again. I’m not a submissive by nature, only when I’m respected, and Torin Wildes hasn’t highly regarded me since day fucking one. Which earns him a spot on the take-down list if he doesn’t back the hell off.
“Condom?”
He smirks at me but says, “Back pocket.”
I perk a brow at him because he’s sitting on his ass obviously and he rolls his eyes, fetching the foiled packet and tossing it at my chest.
Ripping at the wrapping, I ignore his rudeness and roll it down his length, making sure he’s all situated because I will not be carrying the spawn of Satan, ladies and gentlemen.
Positioning myself then to play my Oscar-award-winning part, I skid and drift down Torin’s stiffened cock and loathe, with every ounce of my being, how fucking good it feels.
His sickening measure stretches me to a delicious height, expanding my cunt and welcoming him into my body.
Torin’s head hits the back of the leathered pillow as he watches me take all of him. His lazy gaze alludes that he’s going to sit back and enjoy watching me and what I’m going to do.
And that’s to get us both off so I can go home.
“Levi is a fucking dumbass,” he condemns decisively, leading me to come up with my own conclusion that I feel good to him, too.
Reaching behind him to grasp the furniture as leverage, I slowly roll my hips and start to build on both of our releases.
He must not like how I didn’t respond because his free hand that’s not holding his Glock comes up to lace through my hair and he drags my chin up toward the ceiling.
“You fuck with all your clothes on, Wildfire?”
No.
But this motherfucker wants me as bare as I can be to him to see all the layers underneath. Not only with my clothing, but to see how much leadership I have, and how I don’t or do like to be bossed around. Can I and do I have the capability to devastate his whole world?
With his fingers still firmly gripping my hair, I arrive at my bra and begin unhooking the band from my back. Within seconds, it’s loose, and I allow the material to fall down my body in a heap in his lap.
Without being able to see him at first, I can still feel the heat of his stare on my breasts as his grip on my hair loosens and returns back to the top of the couch, his arms spread open as he enjoys my doing all the work.
He’s probably used to that.
I wonder if he’s ever killed anyone in his entire life. If he’s ever lifted a finger besides showing up. I know he was at the shipping port when we stole his guns, but I obviously didn’t scope the area to see what everyone else was doing.
I was too busy trying to keep Travis calm with me.
“If you’re imagining me being Levi Wallace,” Torin drones impassively, pulling me out of that night. “I can assure you, we are not the same.”
My lips mindlessly curl into an arrogant smile. “No…you’re definitely not.”
Then I pick up my pace, leaving him to wonder what the hell I meant by that, as I work myself, and unfortunately him, into a few seconds of bliss.
I delve as deep as I can go with the location I’m in when Torin scoots back a bit to permit me more access to going deeper.
I feel him twitch inside me, how his chest is heaving heavier exhales now. His eyes never leave me, always looking up at my face and drifting down my body. He’s almost panting at this point as I fuck him with as much focus and drive as I have anyone else in my life.
Another thing he doesn’t deserve to have.
“You’re doing great, baby,” he muses, meeting my eyes when a small moan escapes my lips. “You literally choking my cock.”
“Shut up,” I ground out, but it’s weak and filled with fervor as I continue riding his dick like I was born to be his.
Imagine that.
Born a Wildes, raised by Emilio, and if Torin still would’ve ended up in my life some way, somehow, I wonder if we’d still be fucking right now.
Torin’s jaw begins to drop as he observes and studies my body bouncing on him. The way I’m taking him like I don’t give a shit, because I don’t. I could be the worse fuck of his life, but as long as I get to come all over his sheathed cock, maybe I’ll relieve some stress while I’m at it.
However, I need him to finish too so he fucks off.
“God,” I moan, tucking my chin into my chest and it’s half fake, half kinda natural. I don’t have to admit it to him, but his cock feels amazing.
“That feel good?” he asks, his voice dripping that he’s turned on. He couldn’t hide that from me if he tried. “You’re bad as fuck, Wildfire. Taking this dick when you have a man waiting for you at home.”
“Mhm…” Not necessarily true, but bad all the same. This will be a secret I’ll take with me to the grave unless Torin uses it against me.
Which he will.
The cocksucker that he is. Except it won’t be as heartbreaking to Levi as he thinks it’ll be. Not like that anyway.
“You should’ve ridden me bare,” Torin voices. “I would’ve loved to have you creamed all over me.”
Dude’s a fucking nut and he won’t be nutting in me ever in his fucking life.
However, that shit, those words, makes me wetter and needier. The build-up in my lower gut sparks electricity in warning that I’m ramping up to explode all around him.
“Fuck…” he growls, sending a wave of goosebumps lining my skin and pebbling my nipples to the sound of his voice. “I knew you’d feel like this. Taking this cock like you were made to.”
“And here you are fucking your sister,” I counter back, reaching up to rub at the hardened tips of my tits. His eyes immediately latch on to them as I circle the puckered skin there. “Did that make you want to fuck me more? Knowing you could sink this big dick inside me and claim me.”
“I never said anything about—” I sink to the hilt, and Torin groans in gratification.
“Don’t you start to lie now,” I coo. “You wanted to fuck Levi Wallace’s girl…wanted to see if I’d do it. If our connection was real or fake. If I loved him…” Torin’s glazed-over eyes slice up to mine. “Just as you did with Matteo. However, Levi is never around, and I like that. He’s always doing his shit. He leaves me home to shove my fingers deep inside my cunt and?—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Torin snarls out, his brows snapping together as if I’m telling him how much loving or not loving another man means something to him. “Didn’t ask about your relationship.”
“No,” I agree, reaching down to play with my clit because game time needs to wrap up and end. “You didn’t.”
I close my eyes and rub at my achy core, searching for my liberation from this situation and how I’m going to decimate the Forsaken Crew. It’ll keep Dad and my sisters safe. It’ll keep Levi and my friends from getting hurt.
“Open your eyes,” Torin snaps, thrusting up into me to grab my undivided attention. I gasp from the pain he just inflicted but it’s quickly soothed away when I’m back to fucking him the way I have. “I want you to know whose dick is inside you when you come. And if you want to finger fuck yourself later when your man’s not around, it’ll give you something to dream about.”
I follow his orders, finding his expression blown to bits on how he could keep his composure before but it’s past due now.
He almost looks pained, as if keeping himself under control is too great of a feat while I’m bouncing on him and taking what I want.
Perfect.
“There you go,” he praises. “I want all that attention on me so I can see what you look like when you crash above me. Taking all that dick like a good girl.”
I cock my head to the side, in silent disobedience.
Good girl, eh.
I’d fuck his whole existence one way or another if I knew it’d rip his cold heart in two.
Bottoming out around him, Torin snarls before I lean in and place both arms on either side of his head. He looks up at me as I roll against him and impale myself on him over and over again.
Our lips are within a quick distance away to close them together and I don’t miss a beat when I glance down at them to give him another swell of need that I want him.
“Just like that,” he says slowly before surprising me and placing both of his palms on my upper thighs to keep me seated deep on him. It’s the first time he’s touched me since we started this, but he doesn’t pry away but possessively keeps his touch there. “C’mon, baby…fuck us into oblivion and away from all this shit.”
It’s the first time too that he’s mentioned not liking this world and what’s happening in it. Maybe he wants out just as much as I do.
I would if Emilio Wildes was in my life.
Oh, wait, he is now.
Torin rocks into me, causing a new course of friction to fill the tightness within me. It’s hanging on by a thread as I picture this being something we both wanted. Something that we didn’t want to use against each other.
When Torin’s thumb finds my clit and flicks it, I crash and burn under his touch. Specks of purples fill my vision as Torin fucks me back and doesn’t let up teasing at my center.
In one foul swoop, he roars a sound of satisfaction in his chest, milking me dry until he’s finished and sated against the couch.
He grants me to get off his lap onto wobbly legs as his golden irises latch back onto me, still displaying hunger and power residing in them.
“Make sure you fix your hair before you get back to South Shore,” he emits through his short pants. “You look like you’ve gotten fucked good in your life.”
“I guess I would,” I counter back, swiping up my bra from his lap and pulling the fabric of my dress to recover my ass. “Since I did all the work.”
Torin heaves a brow. “I think I took you to where you needed to be.”
I sniff haughtily through my nose. “Yeah…that was your first problem. You thought.”