Chapter 22
This woman clearly has me out of my fucking mind, because this is not something I’d ever do. Heather comes back to the room, and sets the leg on the floor near the open cell door. I have no idea what Bianca’s plans are with the dead body part, but I’ll let her lead the way.
“Open your mouth,” I say to Alexsander, as I take my cock out of my pants.
He looks at me with an expression that says he thinks I’ve gone insane, and I’m sure he’s right.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to drink my cum like a good boy for Bianca. If you bite my dick, I’ll skin yours. Be very fucking careful with your teeth.”
Alexsander shakes his head back and forth.
“No. What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not sucking your dick. We have a whore here, let her do it.”
Taking out my scalpel, I press it against his left earlobe and slice it. Alexsander’s screams are instant and loud, as the blood gushes from his open wound.
“Fucking untie me, you crazy motherfucker. I promise you, the Bonetti brothers will know about you. If my lawyer loses contact with me for seventy-two hours, they’ll know.
They’ll be in Kansas in no time, to deal with their unwanted brother.
Do you know what they do with shit they don’t want?
They get rid of it, Raven. Do you think they need to deal with a rogue Bonetti locked inside an insane asylum? ”
I don’t bother telling him I won’t be locked in here for long. I also keep to myself that I really don’t care about the Bonetti brothers. While I’m not excited about dealing with them, I will.
“Please, Raven,” Bianca says, in a voice so soft I’d think I imagined it, if I weren’t looking at her, watching her pretty lips move. Her gaze is hopeful, as if I’m the only man in the world that can give her everything she needs. It’s intoxicating.
“Turn around, Heather. I don’t need you looking at my junk.”
She does as she’s told with a giggle. She is more off her rocker than I realized.
What woman laughs at this situation? For fuck’s sake, as if trying to stay hard wasn’t difficult enough already, for this soon-to-be-dead motherfucker, while fighting for air not filled with stench, now I have to also hear her child-like giggle.
If it weren’t for memories of my little lunatic’s wet, warm, pussy gripping my cock, I couldn’t begin to get hard.
I grab Alexsander’s bloody ear, and pull his head closer.
Tapping my cock against his lips, I say, “Open your mouth, whore.”
His eyes widen before darting around, as if he’s searching for a way out of this, when there is none. Everything he has done has led to his death.
One hundred. Ninety-Nine. Ninety-Eight. I count to myself as I push into his mouth. He gags, with the first slam of my cock into his throat. I don’t look at him, I keep my eyes on her.
My girl. My obsession.
With one hand, I grab his hair and thrust into his mouth, and with the other, I slide it up Bianca’s back, until I’m cupping the back of her neck, and lean down.
Placing my lips against hers, I kiss her like she’s the thread keeping me from breaking.
Her tongue slides around mine, as I keep moving in Alexsander’s mouth.
I’m so lost in her, I barely hear his gags and whimpers of distress.
When I pull back from our kiss, she looks stunning, and dazed.
Her lips are swollen slightly from mine, and fuck, she’s perfect.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to come,” I admit to her.
Bianca runs her fingers up my arm, causing my cock to twitch inside his mouth. Looking into my eyes, she says, “Come for me, Raven. Fill my mouth.”
“Fuck,” I groan, completely lost in the fantasy she’s giving me. I convince myself it’s her wet mouth sliding over my cock. It’s her throat I hit repeatedly. It’s her gagging on my length. She moves her hand to my face and whispers, “Come. Give me everything, Raven.”
Sliding her hand into my hair, she scrapes her nails into my scalp and moans. It’s my complete undoing, and my orgasm comes fast, and furiously, nearly bringing me to my knees.
I pull out of Alexsander’s mouth, tuck myself back into my pants, and place my hand on his chin, closing his lips.
“Swallow.”
Bianca looks at me with a sweet expression.
“Thank you, Raven.”
Her words take me aback, because I don’t think anyone has ever thanked me for anything. Coming from her, it means more. She means more.
I clear my throat and ask, “What’s next, Lunatic? Tell me how you want this to go, and I’ll do it.”
She glances from me, to Alexsander, to the doorway where Heather stands, with her back still turned.
“I need you to untie him.”
I shake my head. “No. I’m not letting him go.”
She giggles softly.
“I don’t want you to let him go. I need him face down on the bed. I’m going to fuck his ass, with the dead foot he raped me with.”
His pleas, for her to not do this to him, are drowned out by blood pulsing in my ear drums. The more I find out about what he did to her, the more the rage builds, and I know his death will differ from my normal routine. The suffering will be catastrophic.
Squatting down, I use my scalpel to cut the zip ties on his ankles, before righting myself and doing the same with his arms. I grab his throat and lift him from the chair, before throwing him on the bed, and kneeling on his back.
“Heather, if he tries to kick her, tase him.”
“Gladly,” she says excitedly, as she brings the dead limb over to Bianca.
Bianca spreads his legs, and again she begins a childlike gleeful giggle.
“You might enjoy this, with that foot fetish of yours. Ever been fucked in the ass?” She says to him in a taunting tone.
He doesn’t move. I have no doubt he knows Heather will tase his nuts again if he does. Lying absolutely still, he cries into the thin mattress.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t do this to me.”
Bianca lines the disgusting foot up against his ass, running the toes between his cheeks and says, “Funny, isn’t it? I think I said the very same words to you. More than once.”
She slams the foot hard until it’s halfway inside him, and then pushes harder, causing the bone of the appendage to snap loudly, indicating it has pierced through flesh.
The blood is nearly instant as his screams fill the room.
This woman has taken everything that has been given to her.
I honestly didn’t think she had this in her, but fuck, I like it.
Her strength makes me want her more. The way she’s taking the revenge she wants into her own hands is fucking hot.
She’s not a victim, she’s a goddamn survivor.
Like me. Crazy recognizes crazy, but so does trauma.