Chapter 10 #2
“Oh… fffffuck! Fuck me harder! Don’t fucking stop!” Bailey chokes out on a scream, and we all jump to attention. I drive my cock into her tight ass while Jace fucks her pussy. “I’m coming!” Bailey screams, and Jace’s hand disappears, and I just know that he’s rubbing her clit.
God, I’m almost there.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna fucking come!” I groan as Roman’s hips slap my ass, fucking me into oblivion. Bailey is fucking sobbing right now, shaking with each of our movements, and our words drag her further into blissful euphoria.
“Come for me, baby. Fill Bailey’s tight little hole with your cum,” Roman says, and that’s all it fucking takes.
Hot spurts of cum erupt from my pulsating dick, and Bailey clenches around me, knowing exactly what the fuck she’s doing.
Roman and Jace aren’t far behind me as they thrust once, twice, a few more times before they finally unravel, letting out a low, breathy whine as their bodies shudder against Bailey and me.
“Fuck. That was… incredible,” I moan, my voice ragged as I come down from the space in the sky my lovers sent me to.
“The best fucking sex I’ve ever had in my life,” Bailey breathes out, and it garners a chuckle from all of us.
A beat passes, and we all just stand there, leaning into each other as our frantic breathing calms. Jace gently untwists Bailey’s legs from around his body, standing her upright.
My hands reach out to steady her, not wanting her to lose the connection.
Roman takes this moment to remove his softening dick from my ass, and I immediately miss his warmth, always feeling so fucking bare when he’s no longer inside me.
Jace walks around and places a hand on my shoulder before spinning me to face Roman. Confused, I raise an eyebrow at Ro, but he just shrugs.
“What did you say you wanted me to do to him, baby girl?” Jace says, and now I’m really fucking confused.
“I want you to eat Ghost’s cum from Myers’s ass,” she says, giggling, and part of me is shocked, but I’m also turned all the way on.
She’s just like us. Bailey has never been the judgmental type, but there’s something about her requesting that we cross that line that wrecks me in the best way.
Jace kneels, and Roman reaches out to grip my arms, now wrapped around his neck.
My cheeks part, and Jace glides his tongue along my asshole before burying it inside.
“Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me,” I breathe out through jagged pants as he fucks my asshole with his tongue, collecting Roman’s cum that’s dripping out of me.
“You should see his face, Harlequin. He looks so fucking drunk right now,” Roman says, and she moans a little, twisting in her chains. She wants out. She’s been such a good girl for us thus far, but we can’t risk her seeing us. Bailey isn’t to move until we’re ready to go.
“You taste so fucking good in his ass, babe,” Jace mumbles against my hole, and I curse as his words vibrate against my sensitive flesh. My dick begins to harden, and Roman must notice, because he kneels, resting my hands on his shoulders before taking me into his mouth.
“Your perfect little Ghost is sucking my cock, Stalker. Five minutes ago, I was fucking your tight little ass with it, and now? Now my cock is buried throat deep in the guy who killed your ex fucking boyfriend.”
“That’s so fucking hot. Why is that so fucking hot?
Please. Let me see. I promise I won’t tell anyone.
I’m pretty sure I’m an accessory anyway because…
well, look at me,” she says, and I’ve got to give it to her, I believe her.
We can trust Bailey, which is saying something because we don’t fucking trust anyone.
But even if we wanted to, we couldn’t let her in like that.
They’d take her away from us, and that can never happen.
“No. You will never know who we are, and you sure as fuck won’t tell anybody about what you saw or what happened here, because it wouldn’t just be us who’d come for you, Bailey.
There are monsters far bigger than us out there that make us look like fluffy fucking kittens.
Don’t ever ask about us, do you understand?
” Roman warns, and my hard-on fucking disintegrates with the reality of what we’re to do going forward.
Jace stands, and I roll my eyes. It shouldn’t have to be this way. I already know what we’re about to do before we even do it, and I fucking hate it.
“Okay. I get it. I won’t. I understand,” Bailey chokes out, and I can hear the emotion laced in her tone. It’s not because we’re killers, it’s because she can sense the rejection coming her way.
I know that the only way she’ll drop what has happened here between us is if she fucking hates us, and if killing her ex isn’t enough to make that happen, then our list of things to do is pretty fucking narrow.
I fight the urge to reach out and comfort her, hating every minute of this.
Roman does too, but he and Jace are already dressed, masks back in place, and I feel like I’m the one left standing, holding the fucking grenade.
They’ve managed to find a light switch, which means we need to haul ass and get the fuck out of here. I glare daggers at the guys, but they aren’t in lover mode right now.
They’re enforcers, which means I need to be too.
Ignoring Bailey’s warranted outbursts, I gather my clothes, fitting my mask back in place.
The others have already cleared away every trace of what went down up here, everything except Bailey, still blindfolded and seething over being ignored.
None of us says a word to her, and this doesn't sit right with me. If anyone else ever did anything like this to Roman’s stepsister, I’d remove their dicks from their pathetic fucking bodies.
“I swear to all that is goddamn holy, if you leave me like this, I will find every single one of you and slice your fucking cocks off! I’d wear them as fucking garters. I swear to God!” she shouts, and God, we’re alike. Both murderous and cock hungry.
I move to the crumpled clothes pile on the floor and retrieve Bailey’s phone.
It’s locked.
Hmm.
I type in Roman’s birthday, and it immediately unlocks. Knew it. I could see that shit from a fucking mile away.
I press the message icon, then scroll down to Sarah’s message thread.
I don’t read a single thing, and instead, I send her a text, letting her know to come and collect Bailey.
I don’t care what the others have to say about it.
I can’t abandon her like this. Knowing she’s hanging by fucking chains with no idea if anyone will come and rescue her. Fuck that shit!
I look around for something, and that’s when I notice there’s a scrap pile of furniture near the back wall. I walk over, focusing on shutting out the world around me, and I grab the off-white sheet covering the furniture.
Think of something else, Cole. I tell myself as I walk back over to where she’s chained. It takes everything in me to tune her out. It’s the only way that I can follow through with this.
“Here,” is all I offer her, and I wrap the sheet around her body, at least giving her some fucking decency.
“I’m such a fucking idiot. I can’t believe you’d leave me here. I don’t ever want to see any of you again!” she yells, and I know that it’s my cue.
“You didn’t see us in the first place., You’re just a dirty little whore who wanted her holes fucked by faceless monsters. Thanks for the ride,” I say before walking away, leaving my whole, broken fucking heart behind.