Chapter 25 #3
His hands lock onto my hips and push me all the way down.
Too hard. He flinches and orgasms at the same time, throwing his head back while resisting the compulsion to move the rest of his body.
It looks painful, but satisfying as he collapses into a puddle.
His eyelids are already half-mast, ready to pass out again.
I climb off quickly and check his leg, examine the IV in his left arm. He managed to keep it in while blowing his load. Good for him. I frown.
“You really walked the line there, Bohnes,” I warn him, and he laughs. The sound is drowsy and fading. His eyes close.
He hasn’t noticed all the blood I just left on his tattooed dick and balls.
Before he notices, I grab a used towel from the hamper (Alexei is gonna spank me for this, oooh) and wipe his junk off so he doesn’t get too excited and hurt himself.
My menstrual blood is a huge turn-on for this stalker weirdo.
Towel goes back in the hamper for Ash to deal with later.
“My specialty is knowing all your limits, Mrs. Bohnes,” Kellin whispers, as if he couldn’t resist the idea of letting the other boys make that exact same joke about my name without also doing it himself.
It sounds weirdly good to be Mrs. Bohnes.
I’ll never admit that aloud, but come on, what a cool last name.
Lawless though. Also cool. Kelly and Borisov are both very…
fraught. Nah, maybe Mrs. Kitagawa and Mrs. Grove. Those are better.
“Sleep, Mr. Force.” I’m going to be strict with this name thing.
Eventually, Burt will soften up a little, and the boys will all submit and take my last name legally.
If they didn’t want a woman like that, they wouldn’t have found the most psychotic one around and started chasing after her. When I chase back, I catch.
In my head though, like with the fantasy of Bohnes pinning me down and pounding me with his oozing gunshot wounds, blood spattering with each thrust— Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. In my head, I fantasize about all those Mrs. things. The terror it strikes in me is a nice adrenaline rush.
“You need to be finished off,” Widow snipes, snatching my hips and dragging me back.
He mounts me so hard and fast that I’m almost surprised.
Feels so good though. The pleasure takes over everything as he rakes his dick inside of me, churning up more liquid and heat.
My cheeks flush, my nails dig into the bed.
Without cumming, Widow moves aside suddenly and Ash takes his place. Oh my God, yes. They’re running another train on me. My favorite. Ash holds me there and takes me like he’s losing his mind, coming after only a few minutes of wild strokes. He makes such a relieved sound as he fills me again.
I bite onto the blankets as Ash slips out, rolling onto his back beside me.
Looking at me as Alexei takes over. He’s only there for a brief few minutes, rocking me bareback with other men’s cum and my own blood dripping down my thighs.
It’s really quite graphic in this bedroom.
Meant for our eyes only. I might not even tell Nisha and Bastian all the details. Might.
This is about as private as private gets.
Emma Jean can’t publish this part. I don’t want anyone knowing about this. For our eyes only. Just us.
Widow takes over again. Alexei. Widow. They’re doing it on purpose, going back and forth and trying to confuse me as to who’s who.
Ash gets up to join and they cycle around, torturing me.
Each time one of them pulls out, the thermometer in my brain that was reaching orgasm cools off. Peaks. Cools. Peaks. Cools.
“Would you guys fucking stop?!” I snap, ashamed of myself. I’ve never wanted to come so badly in all my life. Except…in the woods that night. Damn it. They’ve learned a trick that works and they’re going to keep using it. “If I don’t cum, I’ll start killing you off one by one.”
“Darling, is that any way to speak to your husbands?” Alexei pushes the tip of a moist, latex covered finger against my ass. He breaches me with his glove at the same moment he slips his dick out of me. No!
I put my palms flat against the bed, intending on sitting up.
Widow holds me down and Ash lies back down on his side, sweaty and panting.
His dick is hard and dripping with cum and blood.
I can see it sliding down the length of his wet shaft as he sprawls shamelessly across the bed beside me.
Those dark eyes are liquid now, his undiluted personality oozing out of them.
Alexei fucks my ass with lubed latex fingers and nobody touches my pussy.
Nobody until Bohnes wakes up.
He sits up straight, like a vampire rising from a coffin, and then drops his bare feet to the floor with a slap. Dragging the IV stand with him, he staggers to the end of the bed so that he can see my swollen, dripping pussy in the weak light from the bathroom.
I can hear Bohnes wetting his lips.
“If you die, I’ll fucking kill you!” I yell at him, but the other three hold me down. I said no safe word, so this is what’s happening. I can’t fight all four of them off. I refuse to say parking space. “You want to bleed to death, you stupid ghoul?”
“I’m fucking you even if I die in the process.
” Bohnes tugs me to the edge of the bed, dragging my feet over the side.
I’m on my tiptoes on the floor now. Ash flips over, keeping his face near mine, his feet touching the headboard.
Watching me upside-down. Widow has a hand against the back of my neck, holding me still.
Alexei has taken his dirty glove off and tossed it into a trash can, using a clean one to run serial killer fingers through my hair.
“Being inside of you again is not an optional state for me.”
Bohnes grabs me for a hard fuck, shoving his monster dick into that slick, needy hole of mine.
Ash blinks big, juicy bedroom eyes at me as Bohnes starts to move, still hooked up to the goddamn IV.
The idea of that, of him so desperate to be inside of me that he was willing to get up, it drives me straight over the edge.
My hyper-stimulated body goes mental on him, locking down like a straitjacket, strangling Bohnes.
Me cumming will make him cum, and then he can rest again. Problem solved.
He digs his fingers painfully into my hips, bruising me, cursing, forcing his dick to push past my resistant muscles. He drives them apart as I’m climaxing, and the effect is mind-blowing. Spilling his load with a pained grunt, tearing his IV needle out on accident and spurting blood on me.
Ash scrambles up and fixes it immediately, using some medical tape from the nightstand to attach it to his arm.
“You son of a bitch,” I growl, loving the feel of Bohnes’ seed dripping out of me and his blood spattered on my ass.
I get on all fours and glare at him over my shoulder as he makes his way back to the other side of the bed and collapses, panting.
“Next time, if you don’t let me take care of your needs for you, then they’re not being met. Understood?”
Bohnes doesn’t reply, possibly already asleep.
I don’t care. I’ll repeat that again when he wakes up.
I turn back to Ash, aroused by the sight of Bohnes’ blood on his hands.
Alexei is swallowing his discomfort, lips flattened, a fresh set of gloves on his hands.
He’s discarded the other pair in the trash. Never on the floor. Never.
“Ash, go rinse,” I murmur, and he takes off, returning with hot, steamy skin in less than sixty seconds.
He knows I want to do naughty things to him; I’m not done yet.
“Alexei, hold…” I pant, staring into those black tarns that have the audacity to pose as Ash’s beautiful eyes. “Hold Ash down and suck him off.”
“No,” Ash breathes, eyes widening as he backs away from me. “Scarlett.”
“Widow, you can go wash up,” I tell him, expecting that he won’t want anything to do with a sex act like this. Alexei won’t mind helping me truss Ash, since he knows I’m not serious. I’m aroused by the idea of the boys sucking each other off, but also super jealous. So…mind games it is.
“I’m not washing up,” Widow growls, naked and pissed off with the most perfect haircut I’ve ever seen. His galaxy hair looks black in this strange half-light. “Ash said he doesn’t want a safe word with you. Fine. If he ever needs one with me, he can say ‘parking space’ and I’ll have his back.”