15. Ash #2
“Don’t be scared of a little death, Angel.
It can be beautiful,” I chuckle, my hand sliding down her body to grip her toned thigh.
I trail it up, collecting her skirt with it and hitching it at her waist, her white panties on show for my men.
“Haven’t you ever thought about what it would feel like to take someone’s last breath away from them? ”
I see her pulse jump in her neck, her hands gripping my forearm. Just inches away from her pretty pussy, my fingers caress her soft skin, playing with her. Toying with her. She’s shivering in my hold. I don’t even care if it’s from fear or lust, at this point.
“Look at them, Angel,” I whisper into her ear, making her jump.
“Every one of them are killers. These hands you love so much have felt more blood than you can imagine.” Those same stained hands dust over her core, over her panties, eliciting a gasp from her.
“What does that make you? A girl who lets these criminals fucking ruin her?”
I watch as she sets her jaw, looking back at men who have committed heinous crimes in the name of loyalty. So strong and fierce, even in the face of all her fear. I can’t help but smile.
“I didn’t... I didn’t know,” she grits out, voice shaky.
I bark a laugh, thumb sliding back over her clit in one soft motion. Her perfectly manicured nails dig into my skin, drawing blood.
“Of course you knew,” I bite out. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Don’t fucking lie to yourself.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I continue to toy with her, grazing my fingertips over her pussy in front of everyone.
Kai and Kaleb watch with their intense eyes, while Leon smirks, unashamedly looking at her pussy.
Matts leant back in his chair, arms crossed, as he watches with intrigue.
I can tell he has a soft spot for the girl, even though he barely knows her.
And Griff.... Griff just looks pissed. But I don’t exactly care.
And even though her mind is drenched in terror of a reality she is trying to avoid, her body still hums with my touch. Vibrating with need as I tease her through the thin material.
When I finally pull back the material separating us, my fingers dip into her wet cunt. Wet and warm and so fucking perfect. Because, of course, she’s wet. She’s fucking perfect.
The crucifying sound of slickness has her face heating, and she whimpers as I circle her clit slowly.
“You see, guys,” I begin, her head falling back against my shoulder. “What my sweet little liar here doesn’t know...” I shove two fingers into her wet heat, her back arching as she groans softly. “Is that our target likes to sell in flesh.”
She tenses on me, face whipping to the side to stare at me over her shoulder. I hate the look of shock and despair on her face, but she needs to hear it. She needs to realise there are bigger monsters in this world than me. One’s closer to home than she realises.
“Do you know what that means, Angel?”
Her head gives the slightest shake, but her expression tells me she knows. She just doesn’t want to admit it. Or she doesn’t want to hear it.
“It means he traffics girls, just like you.” She whimpers, shaking her head softly. “Sells them like fucking objects.”
Even thinking about the last seize we did, when we thought we were raiding his drug shipment, makes my blood chill. Cracking open the shipping container not to find drugs, but to find scared, hungry, traumatised girls. I killed twenty men that night. Not counting the bloodbath Kai and Kaleb caused.
But they were just grunts stationed to watch over the shipment. The real people involved are still walking around, driving their expensive cars and smiling their satisfied smiles.
They won’t be smiling when I’m done with them.
I pull the drive that’s secured on a chain around my neck. Something I’ve been keeping with me until I’m ready to use it. Until I’m ready to fight. A drive that holds undeniable truth about the dealings of the elite. Only the people in this room are aware of it.
“You see this drive, Angel?” I grit out. She doesn’t even know someone she loves fills a large portion of it. “On this is proof of the men who trade humans like currency.”
“Why... But,” she starts, but her mouth falls shut. There are no words for moments like this. Realising the city you call home is tainted and decaying with filth and rot.
A gasping moan wrenches out of her as I shove three fingers at once inside her pussy, her back arching off my body as I assault her entrance.
Slick sounds echo in the room, and all eyes are on where we are joined.
Her nipples harden under her white shirt, and lust drenches the sounds coming out of her.
“Do you still think he deserves to walk this Earth, Maddy?”
I watch her war with my question and the pleasure I give her. But she doesn’t answer. Does she really think I shouldn’t kill that cunt?
I need her to answer.
“What if I told you he came into my territory?” My voice is barely a whisper, drowned out by needy whines.
Her body is taut with the need to come and the fear of what I’m saying.
“And killed my brothers. Fucking blew them to pieces.” Red.
Blood. Fury. All flash in my mind. My teeth grind together, the words barely escaping through them.
“Does he deserve to live, Maddison? Fucking tell me.”
A tear forms in her lashes, her lip trembling with the reality of what it means to be me. But she can’t fight the pleasure I’m giving her, her neck straining against me as her body spasms.
“Tell me!” I roar; my face twisted in fury as my fingers punish her.
She falls apart, body trembling as her pussy squeezes around my fingers. Her body locks tight as she sobs through an orgasm. “No!” she sobs.
And that one simple word douses the inferno raging inside of me.
Knowing that she sees what needs to happen is a balm to the burning inside of me. Her breathing is ragged as she slumps against me, her cheeks wet with tears. Leaning forward, I trail up her soft skin with my tongue, tasting her fear exploding on my tongue.
“Now,” I hum, standing up and bringing her with me.
“I have a meeting to get through.” I place her softly on the table, my hands gripping either side of her shirt and tearing it open.
With her skirt up at her hips and her tits bared to me, she looks fucking stunning.
“So be a good girl and crawl to Matt. He can keep you busy while I do what I need to do.”