Chapter 24
KIT
Lounging back in the chair beside my bed, I can’t stop my fucking knee from jiggling as my mind goes over everything that happened over the last week.
Even though I know the new Serpent leader made sure no traces of Rhonda were left behind on that rooftop, I still worry the cops will show up asking questions.
We have everything covered, and our contact inside the police department will give us a heads up if need be, but there’s always a possibility we missed something given the day and age we live in and the advances in technology.
I guess that’s just another reason why Cipher is so irreplaceable.
He’s fucking good at what he does.
“You sure about this?”
My gaze flicks to Wes where he’s sitting on the edge of my bed in nothing but his boxers.
“I’m sure.” I smirk at his uneasiness, something he doesn’t usually feel in situations like this, but I guess this time, it’s different.
Bell’s different.
My eyes flick to the bathroom door as it clicks open and Bell steps out wearing a red satin robe. My cock instantly starts to wake, and my gaze shifts back to Wes as he stands from the bed, watching my girl approach.
Sharing a chick isn’t a new concept between us. But sharing a chick I actually care about sure fucking is.
There’s a part of me that wants to dick punch him for looking at her the way he is right now, but then there’s the other part of me. The depraved part. The part that craves the forbidden. That craves things most are too scared to admit to another.
I want to feel the jealousy of watching Bell with another man. I want the humiliation of it, so when it comes to me claiming her tonight, it’ll be all the more fucking brutal.
For her. Not for me.
For me, it’ll be fucking sweet.
“You hungry, Wes?” she asks as she rounds the bed to the side we are on, and he nods, rearranging his already hard cock in his black boxers.
“Fucking famished,” he admits, and I can’t even help the low growl that rumbles in the back of my throat.
Mine.
“Ohhh.” Bell’s brows shoot up as her attention shifts to me. “Is that jealousy I hear?”
“Punishing you is going to be a fucking pleasure, Belladonna.”
Her eyes flare at the name I know she hates.
I’m the only one that knows it’s the name of the poison she used to kill her father, and only I can call her that and remain breathing.
It’s our thing.
“Just for calling me that, I’m gonna make Wes fuck me longer.”
“Fuck. No complaints here.” He chuckles, but my eyes narrow, remaining on my woman.
I’ve delayed this from happening for a few days, making sure Doc checked over her first to ensure she’s healing okay. While I don’t intend on throwing her around tonight, I have no doubt things will get a little rough at some point.
“Do you have it?” I ask, and she nods, her gaze flicking to Wes as she pulls a long and thick butt plug from her gown pocket.
“Be a good boy and lather it up for me.” She winks as she holds it out between us, and I pick up the lube off the bedside table and smear the fucking plug with the clear gel, letting it ooze down over her fingers.
Licking her lips, she holds the plug out to me, and I take it before she removes the red gown, revealing her full nudity other than the red heels she’s wearing.
With the satin pooling around her feet, she turns, giving me her back, and my gaze instantly finds the yellowing bruises on the back of her ribs as she widens her stance and bends in half, pointing her arse in my face.
“Plug me up, Kitty. Make sure it’s nice and deep.”
The moment she reaches around to grip each of her arse cheeks and pulls on them to open her puckered hole up to me, I forget about the bruises and Wes groans, quickly shucking off his boxers and wrapping his hand around his cock as he starts to jack off.
Impatient fucker.
Shifting forward on the seat, I press the tip of the oversized plug to her puckered rose, and gently ease it in. Bell pushes back against me, like she’s already desperate to be filled, and I insert it all the way in until all that can be seen is the red jewel.
“That feel good, Bell?” I ask, my voice a little huskier than it was a few minutes ago.
“So good it almost hurts.” She breathes, straightening before peering down at me over her shoulder. “You really want me to show you how I do it?”
I grin, nodding, fucking pumped to see what The Seduction Slayer does to her victims.
“How far?” she asks, and I shrug.
“Until I tell you to stop.”
“How far, what?” Wes asks, none the wiser to the fact I’ve asked Bell to show me how she seduces and kills her prey.
Turning to face me with her hands on her hips, Bell ignores Wes, quirking a brow at me.
“What if it goes too far?”
My cock fucking jerks at the prospect.
Maybe we should have found a real victim, because I really want to see her kill. Fuck. I’ve never wanted anything more.
My gaze flicks to Wes, who seems to have forgotten about his question, his eyes trained on the jewel protruding from Bell’s arse as he pumps his dick.
Maybe he should die for wanting her like he does.
“Keep going until I tell you to stop,” I demand. “And not a fucking second before.”
Bell’s nostrils flare, and she nods, spinning away from me and pointing to the floor.
“Kneel.”
Fuck. She’s a switch. Dominant right now, and Wes doesn’t even question it, the sadomasochist in him quickly adapting to the situation as he drops to his knees before my temptress.
“Can I get a kiss first?” he asks, but she shakes her head.
“My kisses are only for Kitty Kat.” Her dark gaze flicks to me, a smile playing at the corners of those lush plump lips. “The only things you can put in my mouth are your fingers or your cock.” She shifts her eyes back to Wes, and he nods.
“My cock is ready when you are.” He gives it a pump from where he’s kneeling on the floor, and her eyes narrow into a glare.
“Touch your cock without permission again, and I’ll put a cage on it.”
It’s almost laughable the way Wes holds his hands up like a gun is pointed at him.
“I’m at your mercy. Do with me as you please.”
I bite back my laugh at my too keen best mate, but the moment Bell steps forward, fisting her claw tipped fingers into his hair, I stiffen.
“You’re going to eat my cunt like a man starved,” she tells him, jerking his head back to loom over him. “I’m well hydrated, Wes. So if I’m not drowning you in a fucking waterfall when I come, then you haven’t done your job properly, and that cage is going on.”
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he laughs, ever the cocky bastard. “Fucking smother me.”
And she does.
With the curl of her lip, she shuffles closer until Wes’s mouth and nose disappear between her legs, and my woman starts grinding against his face, her hand still locked in his hair.
When her dark orbs flick back to mine, I shift restlessly, my cock straining in my boxers as she watches me watching her fuck my best mate’s face.
“How does this make you feel?” she asks, and a deep growl rumbles in my chest, causing her to smirk. “Fuuuuuck, Wes has a long tongue.”
She emphasises that by dropping her head back as her pleasure builds, grinding her cunt faster against his face.
“Fuck me with that tongue, Wes,” she demands, and the sloppy sounds of my mate’s tongue diving inside her has me gripping the arms of the chair with force. “Oh yeah. Just like that.”
I shift forward in the chair, wanting nothing more than to stop what’s happening, but fuck, the fury I feel has my heart pumping in my chest, and I force myself to remain seated, letting her fucking edge me without even touching me.
With every grind and thrust, I can tell she’s getting closer, and the moment she widens her stance and holds his head to her while she quite brutally fucks his face, I know she’s about to come.
“Do it!” I yell. “Fucking drown him!”
She cries out at my demand, the spray of her orgasm washing over his nose, eyes and forehead as she jerks through each ripple, not letting him come up for air until she’s done.
Fuck.
FUCK.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and I get the feeling that what she just did isn’t part of what she normally does to seduce her victims. I’m pretty sure she did that just to rile me up.
And fuck. It worked.
A loud heave comes from Wes as she releases his head, my best mate sucking in much needed air as my woman starts rubbing the pads of her claw-tipped fingers over her clit, flicking the remnants of her spray over his face.
She’s a fucking queen.
“Since you didn’t touch your cock, you can fuck me now. Wrap it up and get on the bed.”
My heart flips uneasily in my chest at the thought of him putting his cock inside her.
Mine.
While Wes rolls on a condom, Bell approaches me, reaching out to press her fingers to my lips.
“Open,” she whispers, and I do, letting her sink two in, her sweet nectar bursting on my tongue. “Some men act like they want to be in control, but a lot secretly want a woman to take control and use them. Be at their mercy.” She pops her fingers free. “Your mate is one of those.”
“Am I?” I ask, already knowing the answer, and she shakes her head.
“No. And if he had been the one to manhandle me, you would have stopped this already.”
I smirk, loving how she already knows me so well.
“It’s still a fucking struggle,” I admit, and she nods.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“Not yet.” I growl, and she takes a step back, even as she whispers.
“Do you secretly want me to kill him? Because when I strike, I go for the kill, Kitty. Not to wound.”
I fully recognise that my best mate’s life is on the line right now. But the thing is, if I told him what was happening, he wouldn’t stop this. In some ways, he’s just as self-destructive as Bell.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to,” I demand, and she nods, biting her lower lip as she backs away, before turning to Wes, who has now positioned himself on the bed, his cock wrapped and ready to fuck.