Chapter 24
HARLOW
"He's got to be close," Boner whispered, not wanting to wake the others who were asleep on Archer's couches. Passed out after pizza and beer.
"Shall we go and see?" He offered me his hand. Along with a cheeky smile.
I let him pull me to my feet and lead me to the bathroom.
Solomon leaned against the side of the box, eyes half open. Judging by the moisture on his cheeks, he'd been crying. Agony and terror would do that to anyone.
I imagined my sister, Lottie, looked like that before she died. She was innocent. This man was anything but.
"He's a tough old bastard," Boner said, tapping on the side of the box beside his head.
"Good," I said. "I don't like it when they go too quickly."
"You like it nice and slow, hmmm, love?" He stepped over to me and bracketed my hips with his hands.
"I don't like to rush." I smiled up at him. "Most of the time." We had rushed in the beginning of our first night together, both eager to let off steam. Since then, we took our time.
"You're worth taking my time with." He leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue around my lips before slipping it into my mouth. "I have a confession to make." He delved into my mouth a couple of times like he was fucking me there.
"Only one?" I teased.
He laughed softly. "You caught me. Only one right now. I've been imagining fucking you on top of this box with someone like him inside it."
"You want to give him a show?" I cocked my head at Boner.
He frowned and pondered that for a moment.
"No," he said finally. "I want to show him who has the power here.
We do. Life. Death. Orgasms. All he can do is scrunch himself up in there and wait to die.
We can demonstrate to him that long after he's gone, we'll be living our best lives.
What's a better way to live than to fuck? "
"That's twisted as fuck," I said. "I love it."
"I love you." He pressed the tip of his nose to mine and squeezed my ass.
"I love you too." I slipped my hands under his shirt and worked them up across his firm abs. He wasn't as big as Jules, but he was fit. Strong.
Boner laughed softly. "Did you hear that, motherfucker?
Harlow St. James loves me. You know why?
Because I'm not an abusive piece of shit that gets off on destroying people's lives.
I'm a violent piece of shit that gets off on destroying the lives of pricks like you.
I live to watch you take your last breath. I get off on it." He smiled and nodded.
Solomon glared out at him, but there was a small measure of begging in his eyes. He was past hoping he'd get out of here. Now he was asking Boner to finish him more quickly. To end his suffering.
Good luck with that, asshole.
Boner grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head, carefully placing it aside so it didn't obscure Solomon's view of us.
"Wouldn't want him to miss anything." He unhooked my bra and placed it aside with just as much care.
"Have I told you you have the best tits I've ever seen?" He cupped them with his large hands, squeezing gently.
"I don't believe you have." I pushed his shirt up over his head, adding to the pile on the floor.
Boner cleared his throat. "Harlow St. James, you have the best tits I've ever seen."
"Why thank you, Edward Bonegard," I said formally. I undid the front of his jeans and pushed them down until his erection sprang free.
"I'll never get over how that piercing looks on you." Glistening on his tip, it was the perfect accessory for his thick, slightly curved cock.
"Maybe I should get some more," he mused.
"I'd miss you while you healed." I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him slowly.
He hummed. "We can't have that."
"What can't we have?" Archer said stepping into the bathroom. "Is he dead yet?" He peered into the box.
I followed his gaze. "Almost."
"Good." He looked satisfied, then turned his gaze on me. Opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"Were you were about to state some statistic about people who have weird kinks?" Boner asked.
"Yeah," Archer said gruffly. "But then I decided I'd prefer to add to the statistic."
"Good choice." Boner nodded to him, his cock bobbing in agreement. He turned back to me and pushed my leggings down my hips, holding my elbow so I could lift one foot, then the other to kick them off. "So pretty."
"Fucking gorgeous," Archer whispered. He reached over to a table beside the box to pick up the knife he'd driven into Solomon's groin.
Stepping over to me, he pulled the lace of my panties away from my skin and sliced it carefully with the knife, cutting them in two.
"Those were my favorite pair," I said with a sigh. Mostly teasing, because having the knife that close to my skin made me wet as hell.
"I'll buy you new ones." Archer placed the knife on top of the box and picked me up to sit beside it. Gently, he parted my legs with his hands.
"How wet is she?" Boner asked.
Archer stroked his thumb over my seam. "She's soaked. You really like all of this, don't you?"
"Death, torture and two hot boyfriends?" I asked. "Yeah I do."
"Three," Boner said as Cass stepped into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. He looked like he'd just woken and found us missing from the living room.
"Three," I agreed. I didn't know where Jules fit into all of this. That was a problem for later. When we could stand to be alone together.
"Are you going to do your boss thing?" Boner asked Cass.
"I think I’ll just watch." Cass leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. Head at an angle so he could see me and Solomon. The tiniest crease of his forehead suggested he was still trying to get his head around all of this.
The tent in his pants suggested he was closer than he thought he was.
Boner reached over to clap him on the shoulder, but then his attention was back on me. Watching as Archer lowered himself to his knees in front of me.
With only Perspex and my thighs between his face and Solomon's, Archer slowly ran his tongue from my rear hole up to my clit. Circled my clit and worked his way back down.
If he looked up, Solomon would have seen my asshole, but I couldn't bring myself to care. If my asshole was the last thing that asshole saw, maybe that was poetic justice.
Maybe it was more than he deserved for the things he'd done.
Either way, I wasn't going to sweat it. Not with the way Archer was working me with his mouth, nibbling and licking my clit before diving in to devour me.
I placed my hands to either side of my hips on the cool plastic, bracing myself while I rolled my hips, grinding myself against his stubble and talented tongue.
I met Cass' gaze. His faint nod pushed me over the edge, into a hard and fast orgasm. Apparently he got his head around this well enough to give me that order. One I couldn't have resisted if I tried.
I made sure to cry out loud enough for Solomon to hear, not that he could miss what was going on right above his head. My release was smeared across the top of the box.
Archer rose to his feet and stepped back, letting Boner move between my legs. He gripped my hips and positioned his cock carefully so only the tip was sitting inside my pussy.
Glancing down, he smiled.
"Our friend here can see that. My dick, just about to slide inside your warm, tight pussy." He waggled his hips a little, showing off but not pulling out. "This is the definition of 'it sucks to be him.'"
I was still laughing when he pushed himself inside me. Moving slowly, bit by bit so Solomon could see my pussy swallow his cock.
I arched my back the moment he was seated fully inside me. Enjoying how full I felt. The nudge of his piercing deep inside me.
Staying slow and careful the whole time, he started to thrust, pulling all the way out before sliding all the way back in. Every now and again he checked to see if Solomon was watching.
"You know what'd be awkward?" Boner asked. "Getting a hard on in there. All that blood rushing to his groin would finish him off faster."
Chuckling to himself, he thrust a handful more times before coming, buried deep inside me. His thrusts were relentless until his body stilled, release gushing from his thick cock.
"So fucking good," he groaned between strained breaths.
He sagged, panting lightly before sliding his cock free and letting his cum trickle back out of me and onto the box.
With the tip of his finger, he spread it around between my thighs, smearing it.
"We make the best art," he said.
"We really do," I agreed. Both Archer and Cass were eyeing me speculatively. Then eyeing each other. Both had stripped their pants off and had their hands wrapped around their cocks.
Cass graciously stayed where he was. "If it wasn't for Archer, we wouldn't be here."
Archer seemed indifferent to the praise, but at the same time he wasn't going to argue. He lowered me down from the box and bent me over the top of it, so my breasts were pressed against the plastic. Right above Solomon's head.
He parted my legs and pushed himself inside me, thrusting so my nipples slid across the Perspex, back and forth with each stroke.
"I think you might give him a heart attack before he drowns or bleeds out," Boner remarked cheerfully.
"Good." I looked down into the box, watching Solomon as Archer drove into me from behind. Any sign of hope was gone. He knew we weren't going to end his life any sooner. He'd die when the acid or blood loss did their work.
His despair shouldn't have been a turn on, but it was.
Revenge is a dish best served cold, after all. What could be better revenge than this?
Boner was right. Living well and fucking were the best way to get back at these men. It was almost a shame Hypnos and Zeus couldn't see this.
The fact Solomon called himself Eros, God of love, wasn't lost on me. He'd die surrounded by it, none of it for him.
Now I thought about it, he'd brought us closer, so maybe the moniker wasn't wrong after all. It was right, but not in the way he intended.
"I'm going to—" Archer drove into me harder a couple of times before he was coming inside me, cum leaking out and adding to the smear already on the box.
He was still thrusting when I came for a second time, harder and faster than the first, wet to the point of being sloppy, but in the best way.
He sagged over me, and lay there for a few moments before carefully easing out of me. He helped me to stand upright before Cass took my hand and guided me down to my knees. He slipped his cock between my lips, right in front of Solomon's face.
I took him all the way down to the back of my throat, gagging each time he pushed all the way into my mouth. Smiling at him with my eyes to let him know I wanted it. All of it. All of him.
He gripped a handful of my hair in his fist and guided my head, back and forth as he fucked my mouth.
My gaze found Solomon's, watching him as his eyes closed. Cass came hard, in the back of my throat at the same time as he took his last breath.
He was dead before I swallowed down every, tasty drop.
Even more delicious knowing one more monster was dead.