Chapter 3
Vero
“Come, sit on my cock, and tell me what is going on in that head of yours. You have been distracted all fucking day and you’re making me dizzy.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I say, pulling my boxers down my legs and making my way over to Brawley, who pulls back the sheet and shows me his thick, hard cock is waiting and ready.
I grab the lube out of the bedside drawer and climb up onto the bed we share, straddling his waist as he takes the lube from my hand.
“So, what is going on in that crazy mind of yours?”
I don’t know if it’s normal to be so in love with someone that you want to crawl into their skin with them. My mom thinks I’m obsessed with him. I already know that is true—how could you not be?
He is all muscle and brawn, and he asks me things about what’s going on in my head.
Most people don’t care—it’s a scary place.
Most people would say I am this way because of how I was raised, yet my family is as normal as they come.
My parents have been married for thirty-five years, and my grandparents are still together.
One of my older brothers is a doctor, the other an investment banker, while my younger sister is still in college.
She is on her way to being a biomedical engineer.
Then there is me. I work on Fear Island, dressing up as an asylum patient who occasionally chases women and fucks them. Hashtag life goals.
“It’s almost like a squirrel has gotten loose in my brain.
I met a girl last night, the one Clay is stalking.
Fuck, she is something else—brown hair, tattoos everywhere, on her neck, arms, really pretty ones.
I wanted to ask about them, but I also didn’t want her to think I was weird—well, weirder than I already was at that point.
Her eyes are this blue that is almost green, depending on how she moves.
I couldn’t stop looking at them. And she has this energy, like she is completely unbothered by everything.
Death via paper cuts makes her perfect. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head, so I have kept myself busy today.
We know what happens when I get an idea. ”
Brawley snorts and squirts lube onto his hand, then palms his cock. “Rewind to the paper-cuts thing.”
“Oh, right,” I say, then tell him about the entire interaction as I line myself up with his cock and slowly slide myself down his shaft.
“You know you can’t kill anyone just to test out that theory. Normal people would not appreciate being kidnapped and given a dead body as a gift.”
He knows me so well, and that’s why I love him, but I have been in a dilemma all day. The pretty girl wanted to know how many paper cuts it would take to kill a man, and my brain has been telling me I should find out for her.
Brawley thrusts up as he takes my face in his hands. “You don’t have anyone tied up anywhere, do you?”
I shake my head. “Not yet, but that’s what I was doing all day.
First, I went on and hacked the database for pedophiles—what better person to be my test subject?
I found someone local, but carting a body around in the daylight wouldn’t be easy, so I went to the freak museum to talk to Banks.
I asked if he could make me poison, but apparently that’s not what he does.
But I still have no idea what he actually does, so I asked if he could make me a human skin voodoo doll of Clay just to fuck with him, and he also said no.
Also, he tried to sell me some of his face cream.
Did you know his magic ingredient is his own cum?
Apparently it’s good for the skin. It could explain why my skin is so soft. ”
Brawley pulls me down, so my face is inches from his. “If you put any other man’s cum on your face, I will kill him. I do not care if it is Banks—I have zero loyalty to him.”
“That is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me, but I don’t want his spunk on my face.
He agreed to make me a life-sized wax figure of the woman I met last night.
Though I think he only said it to get rid of me because he just got in a shipment of weird shit—there was an actual ear in a jar.
I didn’t even know you could order things like that.
Like, ‘Hi, can I order a human ear please.’”
“Can you ride my cock a little faster while you talk? Your ass feels so fucking good, but we have work to do tonight.”
“Do we have a job?”
He shakes his head. It has been a really long time since Brawley has wanted a woman. While I don’t mind, I miss the chase, the smell of fear on feminine skin. If I could bottle that scent, I would wear it daily.
I rock my hips faster, just how he likes it. He grips my hips and digs his fingers in hard. I love when he leaves bruises on my body. Normally he is rough, but there are a few moments like this when he knows my head is in overdrive and I need an outlet to get it all out.
“So, this woman, what is Clay’s deal with her?”
I shrug. “He didn’t say. I followed him into town, and he went to a bar.
I watched for a bit as he stared at her, but I got bored and needed a sugar rush.
Clay left right after me, but then she walked into the convenience store a few minutes later.
Maybe he has a secret stalking fetish we don’t know about.
Maybe we should be worried about him kidnapping someone and killing them.
The way he was staring at her was like he wanted to strangle her and fuck her while she took her last breath. ”
“Sounds like something he would do. This woman, should we ask Nixie to send her an invitation?”
“Are you serious? You would do that, even if it pissed Clay off?”
Brawley lifts me off his cock and flips me over.
My front is now pressed into the mattress, and he thrusts his cock back into my ass, his body weight on me as he leans in.
“Pissing Clay off is my favorite pastime, but I would do anything for you, you know that. First, I need to fuck you, and then I need to get down to the fight ring. Vesper wants me to show her a few things.”
Vesper is Brawley’s best friend. She is a bit weird, and that’s coming from me, but she understands his need for violence.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan when he thrusts deep inside me, my brain finally slowing down a little as his cock brings me back into the moment.
He grabs my hips, and his pace picks up as his balls smash against me. Each time he rolls his hips, my vision blurs.
“You good?” he asks.
I laugh into the pillow. “Don’t get soft on me now, big guy.”
His grip tightens, and one hand slides up my spine, pressing me down against the mattress. There is something about his body on top of mine, being pinned down by him, that steadies me. Each thrust has me gripping the sheets; I love how rough he gets and that he doesn’t apologize for it.
He leans over me, his chest against my back, and digs his teeth into the curve of my shoulder. “You’re a fucking menace.”
“You’d be bored without me.”
Brawley doesn’t reply; he answers by fucking me harder and deeper until I am panting and begging for more. The headboard bangs against the wall, and I don’t care that someone else can hear—they should be used to it by now.
My pulse echoes in my ears, and Brawley slides his hand from my spine around to my throat, and squeezes, taking control.
I press back against him, and he tightens his grip until I’m almost out of breath. Then my orgasm hits, and when I come, my entire body twitches beneath him.
He joins me, my name on his lips. He stays inside me for a second while he catches his breath, and once he does, he kisses my spine and rolls us sideways, wrapping his arm around me.
The door flies open, and Vesper appears in the doorway. She is always dressed up, as if she is never out of character. Today it is a little simpler; her skin is a gray color, and she has a single bullet hole cratered in the center of her head.
“Are you fucking done yet? I have been sitting out there listening to you fuck and now I need to blow off some steam.”
“Jealous?” I ask, and she moves toward the bed.
Brawley pulls out of my ass, and as I jump from the bed, she takes a swing at me. The big guy just laughs. “I’m going to shower. Do not kill each other.”
“Don’t worry about me, her little chicken arms don’t stand a chance.”
That makes her growl at me like a feral dog. “I do not have chicken arms.”
“Buck, buck, buck,” I say, imitating said bird.
Her face contorts, and she comes at me again.
I duck under her arm and run out of the room. As I descend the stairs, Clay is at the bottom wearing his security vest and a bandanna covering his face.
“Why are you not dressed yet? Nixie will murder you.”
I laugh. “Not before Vesper does. Move.”
I slip past him, turning to where Vesper stands at the top of the stairs while I shield myself behind Clay.
“Stop fucking around in my house,” he says to Vesper.
“How about you go suck a cock and admit you like it,” she snarks back.
I grab Clay by the hips and thrust my cock against him, but he moves his arm back and elbows me in the gut.
I double over with an oomph as Brawley appears at the top of the staircase dressed in a black pair of boxing pants.
My mouth waters at the sight, and my cock goes hard again.
It would be embarrassing for most men, but I don’t care because my cock is a masterpiece.
Let’s face it, most cocks are nothing much to look at, but mine—I could stare at it all day.
“Jesus, fuck, Vero, cover your damn dick,” Ares says, coming around the corner from the kitchen.
Shit, I need it to go down. Chicken nuggets—now I’m hungry. Burgers, fries, root beer floats, floating, drawing, holding someone underwater, death, death by paper cut, paper-cut princess.
“I’m going to talk to Nixie about the paper-cut princess. See you losers later!” I blurt out.
“Vero, are you forgetting something?” Ares asks. I look at him and he points to my nakedness.
“Right, can’t show Nixie what she is missing out on. Brawley, can you take your pet and go before it bites me?”
Vesper snaps her teeth at me as she comes down the stairs, and I move behind Ares. While he seems like the nicest of us all, he is far from it. He just keeps his demons hidden inside.
I grin as the front door slams behind her.
“Who the fuck is paper-cut princess?” Clay asks.
“None of your beeswax. I am not telling you, Mr. Fun Police.”
“Want me to tell Vesper your secret?” Clay warns me.
I glare at Clay. Surely he wouldn’t tell her I accidentally stood on her pet spider. The weirdo collects them, and it’s not my fault she lets some roam free in her house.
“Fine, it’s the girl you were following. I want her. She gets me.”
“No!”
Brawley comes down the stairs, then stops beside me and grabs the back of my hair. He yanks my head back and presses a kiss to my lips. “Behave. And Clay, I will fight you for her. What my man wants, he gets.”
Clay isn’t afraid to back down, but he won’t show weakness. While he can give Brawley a run for his money, my man can win, and I know it.
Clay looks between Brawley and me as Vesper bangs on the front door, yelling at Brawley to hurry and get better taste in men. Ares just stands beside us, amused; he is never involved in our antics, but he sure as fuck likes to watch.
“What’s in it for me when I kick your ass?”
Brawley chuckles. “You won’t.”
“If Clay wins, why don’t you let him fuck Vero while you watch,” Ares says with a smirk.
A deep growl rips from Brawley’s chest, and he lunges for Ares. Clay likes women, but I bet he would fuck me if only to piss Brawley off.
Clay smirks and rubs his chin. “Deal.”
“And you all think I’m fucked up in the head,” I say with a laugh.
“Tonight, get Kodi to cover you. Your ass is mine, Rourke,” Brawley says as he flips Clay off.
Brawley grabs the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my flesh as my cock comes to life again. “If you let him fuck you, I will make you watch me kill him. Next I will fuck you on his dead body, and only then will I kill you.”
I smirk at him. “Aww, you say the sweetest shit to me. This is your deal, not mine, and you bartered me like a piece of meat. So how about you win, or you will be forced to watch him fuck me. And that, big guy, will be all on you.”
He looks me dead in the eyes, and I can feel it down to my bones. “Go get dressed and speak to Nixie. If you want to fuck anyone else, it will be a woman.”
He presses his lips to mine again and releases my neck.
Brawley is very possessive when it comes to other men fucking me, not that any have since we’ve been together.
Everyone has seen him fight, and no one is game to take him on—apparently besides Clay.
Though if Clay wants a match, something is going on with him and he needs to feel physical pain.
There’s no shortage of victims for Brawley; men come from all corners of the earth to have a chance against him.
Sure, their chance of winning is less than one percent, but ten points to them for trying.
Brawley leaves, and Ares pushes off the wall where he has been taking everything in and follows me up the stairs.
“Are you doing a chase tonight?” I ask.
Ares rarely takes part, as he prefers working at the bar. That’s great, but the man is a weapon and should be scaring the pants off people.
“Nah, I’m getting too old for that shit.”
I snort. “You’re thirty-five, not eighty.”
“Maybe I’m looking for the one,” he says as we stop at my bedroom door.
“The one what?”
He shakes his head at me. “My one person to settle down with.”
That makes me laugh. “Just one sounds boring. You’ve seen the group activities around here.”
He shrugs. “One seems more attainable. Most run for the hills after one night with me, so I don’t have high hopes of finding more.”
“Broaden your horizons. Men are a little more adventurous . . . you know, like Clay.” I see the way Ares looks at Clay, but our housemate is very closed off to anyone who isn’t one of his siblings.
“When he steps out of the closet, let me know.”
“Yeah, that won’t happen. I bet I could force him out, though. Once someone has a finger or two in their ass, it seems to get them on board really fast.”
Ares laughs. “How is that working out for you with Brawley?”
“I got one all the way in before he wanted to murder me, so baby steps.”
Ares smiles and tilts his head toward his room. “I better shower before I start tonight.”
With a nod, I step back into my room, not bothering to close the door. I get my costume for the night out of the walk-in closet, opting for the orange jumpsuit with the waist belt that connects the handcuffs, paired with my Hannibal mask.
I plan to get ready, talk to Nixie, then watch my man beat the living shit out of Clay.