Chapter 41 Stone
FORTY-ONE
STONE
My heart is still hammering inside my chest, and I don’t think it will ever settle. Not after what I just witnessed.
I’m going to kill this fucker, but first I promised Vanna I’d show just her how much I missed her and by the way she’s climbing on top of Hunter’s unconscious body, I can tell I’m going to enjoy this part.
She kneels on either side of his chest with her pussy hovering directly above his swollen face. I inch closer to the edge of the bed and closer to her wet cunt. My cock throbs for her, hard and thick, bobbing against her ass.
I groan as she pushes herself onto me, eager to be filled, but I know the moment I do, I’ll cum and I want this moment to last.
Bending down, I lick the length of her slit from her clit to her asshole, eliciting a needy, little mewl. Then, I plunge my fingers inside of her. She’s soaked already, just absolutely slick and I take my time pumping, watching as her arousal coats me.
It seems I must be too slow because now she’s rocking back and forth, fucking herself with my fingers.
“Need more, Darkness?”
She nods, “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” I reward her with my cock.
It spears into her in a harsh thrust forcing her to cry out. The loud ringing in the room must wake Hunter because he starts groaning.
“What the f-”
I don’t let him finish his sentence. Instead, I clamp his mouth shut with the hand that’s coated in Vanna’s juices. He screams, trying to bite me, so I slap him.
“Let him cry, just fuck me.”
“Goddammit, I love when you’re bossy.”
Despite how hard Hunter tries to avoid getting hit with my sack, it’s useless. He’s tied down and trapped between my thighs as I fuck his ex right above his face.
The very thought of it must turn Vanna on because she’s gushing and with every retreat of my cock, she floods his face.
Muffled coughs are drowned by the way she cries in blessed agony.
“Touch yourself, Darkness.”
Eager to obey, her fingers find themselves between her thighs, circling and messaging until her knees wobble.
The walls of her pussy clamp down, suffocating my cock as I fuck into her like there’s no tomorrow. I can feel the familiar tingle of ecstasy crawling its way down my spine, urging me to explode inside of her.
“Tell me you want my cum.” I demand.
Her breath hitches before a low groan dances from her lips.
“I want your cum, Stone.”
“Yeah, Darkness? You want me to knock you up? Put a baby in you?”
She’s rocking her entire body, meeting me thrust for thrust. The sounds of squelching echo through the room; a song of my fucking victory and there’s no better satisfaction than watching Hunter lose.
“Yes! Yes! Put a baby in me. Knock me up. Please!”
“Fuck.” I grunt.
My hips shake as her body quivers. A whiny scream clings to this crest we fall over. With a rough tug of her hips, I glue her to me, spraying the inside of her cunt with my cum.
Vanna lifts her leg to climb off, but I stop her and hold her in place just over Hunter’s face.
He’s panting for air, bathed in Vanna’s juices.
Smirking, I lower my face to her ass and reach my tongue into her pussy, collecting our release, then look down with a manic smirk.
Hunter’s eyes widen before they narrow. He pinches his lips shut until I yank his head back by his hair and plug his nose.
When his mouth finally pops open, I squeeze the sides of his cheeks and spit our cum to the back of his throat.
He doesn’t get the chance to splutter it out. Not with my hand covering his nose and mouth. I watch his eyes bulge and his chest retract as he gags.
Vanna finally climbs off him and yanks on my arm, silently urging me not to kill him right this second. So, when I’m sure he’s swallowed, I let him breathe.
“You sick fucks!” His screams are nothing but a cry of defeat.
“How’s it feel, jackass?”
“Fuck you! Fuck you both! I'm fucking filing a police report! I’m charging-“
And I’m done listening to his empty threats.
With another rough blow, I knock him the fuck back out.
“I’ll make sure he gets home.” I tell Vanna. “Why don’t you rest up. I’ll be back in a bit.”
She studies me with a weary gaze, then nods. She knows…
She knew the moment she agreed she never wanted to see him again that it meant he would cease existing.
But she doesn’t object when I untie his body and toss him over my shoulder.
I drop him onto the couch in our living room and call Tony.
He’s never openly admitted his ties to the Mafia, but I know he’s hid a body or two in his lifetime.
“I need your help.” I say before he can even mutter a greeting. He’s silent, so I continue. “Vanna needs your help. With an ex.”
“Where are you?”
“Home.”
“Send me the address.”
Within the hour, we have Hunter tied up and gagged in the backseat of Tony’s black Lincoln Navigator.
“This isn’t what I thought I’d be doin’ tonight.” He grumbles over the radio.
He’s cranked up Frank Sinatra to drown out the desperate cries and occasional screams of frustration, but to be honest, I don’t even mind the noise.
“Yeah, me either.” I sigh, tossing a look over my shoulder.
We pull up into the back lot of Silvester’s and after a brief call, a guy in a suit props the door open. Stepping out, I wrangle Hunter from the Lincoln. With Tony’s help, we each grab an arm and drag him into the building.
Shuffling through the hallway, we pass the doors to the kitchen and then Tony’s office.
Around the corner is a dead end with a metal door that sits in wait for us.
He drops Hunter’s arm, which forces me to let go too.
He falls face first onto the tile without so much as his hands to save him.
Naturally, I would’ve winced the moment his forehead bounces against the ground, but all I can see is Vanna’s limp body beneath his.
Tony doesn’t acknowledge the fall either, just enters a twelve-digit code on the keypad, unlocking the door.
Flinging it open, he looks at me, granting me one last chance to walk away now, but I just nudge my head toward the stairs. With a grimace he gestures for me to grab hold of Hunter again and make the descent.
The moment I take in the sterile white walls as the lights flicker on with our arrival, I get an overwhelming urge to paint it all red.
The fluorescent lights buzz above us and gleam against the single metal chair bolted to the white tile.
As I shove Hunter into it, he begins to scream again. The muffled, high pitch wails ring throughout the room and invite a sense of euphoria to grow inside me.
“Sound proof.” Tony mutters as if I even cared.
I nod, placing a hand on Hunter’s shoulder to keep him in place while Tony sifts through a box for rope. He brings it over and allows me to secure him. As I do, I watch the veins in his neck bulge as he struggles. Veins that I’ve unashamedly envisioned emptying a time or two.
And what a gift I’ve been given.
“Do I wanna know what he did?”
Bringing my gaze to Tony, I notice he’s twirling a crowbar in his hand, waiting to see how hard to beat him before letting me put him out of his misery.
“Do you want to know that he tried raping your daughter?”
Hunter’s left eye tries to widen while his right stays glued shut. Vanna never told him that she found her dad and that gives me a smug satisfaction.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” I smirk, but the oncoming whack of a crowbar to Hunter’s face steals any chance of response.
Blood splatters across the white tiles coloring them with a deep crimson and in the small pool are a few of his teeth. Hunter whimpers, too fucked up to even cry.
“Again.” I seethe, staring straight into the gaping split of his upper lip.
“Don’t need to tell me.” Tony mutters before swinging his arm one more time.
The loud thwack against Hunter’s face is vomit inducing, but as it turns out, I quite like the gruesome sight.
“Shit, Kid. Who knew you’d have a boner for violence?”
I shrug, “Not violence. Just justice.”
“Justice?” Tony scoffs. “You ever been fucked against your will, dipshit?”
Pacing before Hunter, he waits for a response. A whimper, a cough, a gargled inhale, but gets nothing.
“Hey fucker, I’m talkin’ to you!”
Hunt flinches as the crowbar comes crashing down against his thigh, jerking and crying now.
“No, no, no.” He whines, most likely unsure of what he’s even answering to.
Tony huffs a malicious laugh, bending down to grab him by the face. He winces and groans at the ache but doesn’t fight.
“I said…do you know what it’s like to be fucked against your will?”
“No.”
It’s such a pathetic whisper, almost as if he were afraid that that’s what might come next.
Turning to me, Tony asks, “What do you say we show him? I’ve gotta guy.”
Jesus.
“I don’t hate the idea of an eye for an eye, but if I have to share air with this piece of shit for another minute, I just might lose it.”
“Then by all means, lose it.”
Tony tosses the crowbar over to me and I catch it, raising it behind my head before swinging down. It crashes down against the bones in Hunter’s other knee. His piercing wail reverberates against the cold, harsh walls down here and sparks life inside my soul.
The pain must be unbearable because his head lolls as his less swollen eye flutters shut. I watch as the thick, red drool pools from the corner of his mouth, then yank his head up by his hair.
Leveling with him, I get a good look at his battered face before whispering, “Enjoy Hell.”
This time, I aim straight for his temple and the way he doesn’t even flinch as his eye pops out of his socket tells me I don’t need to worry about him ever again.
Tony places two fingers at his neck to check for a pulse and after a few seconds he nods, turning to face me.
“Didn’t even bother to drag it out?”
“I’m not exactly a patient guy.”
Smirking, Tony shakes his head, then instructs me to leave the crowbar on the table and strip.
“There are extra clothes in that there bin.” He points to the shelves. “Someone will be in here to clean it all up. Go home.”
I drop the weapon and do as he instructed before taking in one last look of the mess I’ve created tonight.
“Hey kid.” Tony’s voice calls from beside me. “You did the right thing, calling me and shit. Any other fuckers touch my daughter, you call me again. Do you understand?”
Turing to face him, I nod.
“Yeah. Pleasure doing business with you.”
I stretch my hand out, meeting his and our palms clasp together in a silent agreement to never speak another word of this. Just as before.
“You’re fucked up, but I like it. Now get outta here.”