31. Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Easton
I wake up the next morning alone in my bed. Reaching over, I feel the spot next to me is still warm, so she hasn’t been up long. Climbing out of bed, I walk into the bathroom and see my girl in the shower. I take a leak and get in with her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and inhaling her scent.
“Well, good morning to you, too.” She giggles as I press my hard cock between her cheeks.
“Mmm, good morning it is.” I groan, wanting nothing more than to slide my cock into her tight hole.
“One day, I’m going to fuck this ass of yours while my knife handle milks your tight pussy.” I moan, getting myself worked up with that image. She turns her face slightly and smirks up at me.
“I might like that.” She says, biting back a moan as I roll my thumbs over her hard nipples. She arches her back, clenching her thighs around my length and rocks against me. I shiver as she rubs the tip of my cock against her clit, using my precum to make it slide between her lips easier. I moan, biting at her shoulders and neck as she holds my cock where she wants while rocking faster along my length.
“Fuck, Hellcat. You’re so fucking wet, baby.” I pant as my dick continues to leak against her clit. I pull at her nipples as her moans get louder the faster she rides along my cock.
“I’m so fucking close, Eas. So fucking close.” She whimpers as her body trembles the closer she gets. Her fingers swirl over my tip, causing me to jerk as she rubs my head furiously over her clit. Her thighs clench as her movements become erratic.
“Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me cum with you.” I groan as she rubs faster, gripping me hard as she screams.
“Fuck, yes, yes. I’m cumming.” I feel her clit pulsating against my length as she pulls at my piercing, causing my cock to nut all over her clit. I pull away and spin her around, getting on my knees and shoving my face into her messy pussy, lapping up both of our releases.
“It’s too much, Eas. I can’t.” She exhales on a shattered breath. I stand and grab her face, pinching her cheeks so her mouth opens and I slowly spit our cum onto her waiting tongue. Then I kiss her, reveling in our taste as we both moan and try to come down from our intense orgasms. Pulling back, I smile as she looks at me with a grin.
“If we don’t get out of this shower, my cock is never going to go down. He already wants to take you against this wall and feel you shatter around him. Fuck, Hellcat, I can never get enough of you.” I confess with a warning. She smiles with mischief in her eyes and jumps up. I catch her easily as she slowly sinks down onto me. We both groan as I fill her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you either, Eas.” She exhales as her skin prickles with goosebumps.
“Looks like we have quite the problem here.” I laugh as I press her against the wall.
“What are we going to do about it?” She challenges.
This girl is going to be the death of me.
Later that night, and many more orgasms later, we head out for our next kill. I was told to meet at a club named Enthralled. Apparently, George frequents this place a lot. Putting my name on the list got the attention of the owners and I received a call with the details that helped in the end. I didn’t tell them why I was killing him, just that it was a must. If they wouldn’t have been able to help, I would have had to do it elsewhere, but because Jameson is the owner, and Dylan is his family, he insisted it be done there. We park across the street and get out. I grab her hand and give it a kiss.
“You look ravishing tonight, too bad this pretty dress will be stained with blood.” I quip, as a blush crawls up her cheeks.
“You look hot in a suit, baby. You should wear them more often.” She winks.
“Not a chance in hell, I’m more of a ripped jeans and white tee kind of guy.” I laugh as we cross the street and step up to the security guard.
“Easton Daniels.” I say and he opens the door to let us through. Entering this place, we are immediately hit with red and black hues, low lights, soft sensual music and the smell of sex. I look down at her as she takes the place in.
“We should come here one night for some fun.” I say, and she smacks my chest, shaking her head.
“Not if my uncle owns this place. That’s fucking weird.” She retorts as we step up to the bar. I order a beer and she orders a mixed drink. While waiting for our order, we both check the place out. A lot of men of power sit around tables talking as girls dance in cages. A few minutes later, our drinks are placed in front of us. I pay the bartender, giving her an extra tip, and check the time.
“It's time, Hellcat. You ready?” I ask, and she nods. Taking her hand, I lead us towards the back where all the rooms are. Jameson told me room number nine. I turn the knob and enter the room after Dylan, shutting and locking the door. A gasp leaves her lips as we see Jameson getting his dick sucked by George. Jesus fucking Christ. He could have warned us. He groans as George gags on his cock. Dylan can’t seem to look away and she better not get any ideas. It’s one thing to watch her with Hazel, but it’s an entirely other thing if she expects me to hook up with a guy. Ain’t fucking happening. She grabs my hand, squeezing it as she rubs her thighs together. I clear my throat and Jameson locks eyes with me, a smirk on his face. Nope. He better get that smirk off his face.
“Ahh, perfect timing. Sorry for the show, niece.” He winks and she laughs.
“Thank God you're not my blood uncle because that would be some shit.” She says and I grunt. Jameson doesn’t let go of George’s head as his eyes go wide looking at us through his peripherals.
“Is this your kill or hers?” He asks, and she steps up.
“It’s mine.” She says as her eyes are still glued to Jameson controlling George's head on his length. I shake my head and let her do her thing as I lean back against the door trying not to listen to Jameson’s moans.
“Come here, Little Creature. Let’s see if you’re a good listener like your Uncle Spade. Shall we?” He summons, and she walks over to him waiting for her next instructions.
“Suck harder, Little Pig. You asked for this. Now do it correctly.” He growls at George and looks up at Dylan with a smile.
“Some men can’t suck dick for shit. This is one of them.” He laughs before pointing over to the bedside table.
“See the scalpel over there? Go get it and bring it over here.” He orders as he thrusts harder down George’s throat. Dylan does as she’s told eagerly and I laugh. She’s such a good girl.
“This may be weird to you, but it’s not to me. People are just bodies. Unless they are the ones I love, they mean nothing to me. They all have the same worthless face; man or woman, it doesn’t matter. I want you to pull his head back by his hair at an angle without letting my dick fall. If it does, you fail and I get to kill him.” He instructs, and she nods, pulling George’s head back slowly along his length. My dick should not be getting hard watching this, but anything Dylan does gets me aroused. She stops just as the edge of his head starts to show. Jesus, this guy is huge, and thick as fuck. Way to make another man feel like the tiniest person in the room.
“Good girl, Little Creature.” He praises, causing me to growl, and he looks over at me.
“You shut up or you’ll be on your knees next.” He threatens, and I swallow hard. Fucking psycho.
“Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I want you to hold his nose–” He goes to say, but George starts to struggle and head butts Dylan in the stomach, causing Jameson’s cock to fall from his mouth. He growls, tucking himself away as George tries to stand but Dylan kicks him in the back, causing him to fall on his face. I walk over and step on his spine.
“Thank you, Easton. This little pig has been a bad boy. Dylan, straddle his shoulders and lift his head back towards you.” Jameson instructs. She does as she's told.
“Keep pulling until you hear the first crack.” He tells her and she pulls harder, moving back towards me the more she pulls. George screams and Jameson laughs sinisterly as we both feel the first pop in his neck.
“Perfect, now reach over and feel where his Adams Apple is with your fingers, push it, make sure it’s the right place.” He tells her. I watch as she reaches around, finding the spot with ease causing him to choke a bit. She looks up at Jameson, waiting for her next command.
“Take the scalpel and slice right below it with one clean slice, just make sure you apply enough pressure to cut through the flesh and muscle to hit the artery. You will feel a pop when you hit it. You should prepare yourself for the sprayback as well.” He informs. She looks up at me with a smile and I blow her a kiss as she takes the scalpel and does exactly what Jameson instructed her to do. Blood ricochets off the floor, splattering up at us, but not as bad as I expected. George gurgles as he chokes on his own blood. She lets his head go as it smashes against the marble floor. I step off his spine, putting my hand out for her as his body begins to tremble and seize. Jameson claps like a psycho.
“Well done, Little Creature, I’m so proud of you.” He smiles, and she gives a little curtsy. I just shake my head.
“You crazy kids get out of here. This was fun, we should do it again some time.” He laughs, and we bid our goodbye. We leave the room and head straight out the doors to the parking lot. Dylan laughs as we walk to the car.
“My uncle is nuts. That was absolutely insane! I fucking hate that my mom kept me and Benny from all the fun our entire life.” She says, laughing as she gets into the car. I get in after her, light a cigarette, and continue shaking my fucking head at the whole experience.
Three down, two more to go.
The next morning, I’m jolted awake by pounding on my fucking door. I climb out of bed and swing it open. Bentley rears back and punches me in the jaw, my face snapping on impact as I stumble back into my room. Righting myself, he throws his phone, hitting me in the chest with it. I catch it before it falls to the ground as I rub my aching jaw. “What the fuck, Bentley?” I growl and his eyes narrow at me.
“Be grateful that’s all you got so far. Fucking press play.” He spits venomously. I press play seeing a compilation of all the moments me and Dylan had together: her bedroom, the window, my car, even my bike. Then it switches to the academy. The cameraman zooms in as Dylan lies on the bed while I touch her with the sex toy, making her cum with the sac over her head, then punching her in the face and raping her. I look up as my heart drops when my eyes connect with his.
“Listen, let me expl–” I don’t get the chance to finish before he lays punch after punch, knocking me to the ground so hard that my knees crack on impact. Dylan screams in the background as Bentley pushes my head back by my hair and continues to punch me. I don’t fight back. I take it. I take hit after hit, knowing I deserve it. I deserve all his anger.
“You fucking lied to me, and you lied to her. How the fuck could you do that? I trusted you!” He spits.
“Just let me explain.” I rasp, but he doesn’t let up. His rage has taken over logic and there’s no stopping him when it gets to this point. He’s my best fucking friend. I can predict his every move, but I do nothing as he continues his attacks.
“Fight back, you pussy!” He yells in my face, but I won’t. This was inevitable. I always knew this day would come. I just didn’t think it would be like this. I wanted to tell her myself.
“Benny, stop. You’re going to fucking kill him! Stop. Stop. Stop!” She screams. He hits me once more and my head lulls to the side. He chucks his phone at her and my heart drops when she looks at the screen and gasps, covering her mouth with her hand as tears begin to stream down her face; the face I’ll never get to touch again. Her eyes collide with mine and a tear leaves my own.
“You were there? You knew this whole time and never told me?!” She yells, but I shake my head.
“Dylan I-I,” I stammer, trying to get the words out, but the look of disgust on her face breaks my heart into pieces. Her eyes scream at me with hurt and betrayal. I just need a second for her to listen to me. I just want to hold her and tell her everything.
“No, fuck you! How could you do that to me? After everything… how–” she screams as tears continue to pour down her face. She wraps her body tight in the blanket for comfort. Bentley punches me again and again as blood leaks down my nose and mouth. I can barely see anyone in the room.
“Take Dylan out of here.” Bentley orders and Ace comes in to take her away.
“Please, let me explain. Please don’t fucking leave! Just let me explain.” I roar with the last ounce of energy I have, but she shakes her head, walking up to me.
“The time to explain has come and gone. You’re fucking dead to me.” She spits in my face and lets Ace lead her from the room. The others enter and surround me. I take a deep breath before they do what they do best. I block out the pain and let all the stolen moments I had with Dylan flood my mind. That’s what they are. All the moments I stole from her. I don’t feel the kick to the jaw or the punch to my stomach, cracking a rib. I just keep seeing her face, wishing that I would have come clean when I had the chance. Darkness starts to take over as her face fades away and the last thing I spew from my lips before a blast to the head knocks me out is, “I’m sorry, Hellcat.”