Chapter 34 #2
Bringing my fingers to her clit, I start to rub it in slow, firm circles. “Yes!” she shouts, sucking in a gasp of air.
“Would you stop it?” Jasper snaps at me. “I’m trying to fucking talk to her.”
“My bad,” I grunt out. My heart pounds in my chest, my balls aching with the need to explode inside her.
With a smug smirk, I slide my hand up Nola’s borrowed shirt, roughly grasping her breast, giving it a squeeze, and making her whimper.
“Go on,” I tell him.
His nostrils flare, but he looks back to Nola. “And how do you propose we do that? There’s no evidence to pin this on anyone but you.”
“There’s no… evidence it’s m-me,” she sputters, trying to focus. “My dad made sure of it.”
“I’m sure if they searched the cameras, they would be able to find something.
Seeing as how they haven’t done that, you’re safe.
But if we want to shift the blame to someone else, then there is going to have to be some kind of proof.
The only people these murders could be pinned on other than you are the three of us, seeing as how you primarily killed girls we came into contact with. ”
“I regret nothing.” She arches her back, letting out a sweet moan. “Please,” she begs.
“Please, what, my pretty little butterfly?”
“Let me cum,” she pants.
“Not until you give our boy here a solution to our problem.” I bite down hard on her shoulder, thrusting into her, and working her clit faster.
She’s shaking, her pussy fluttering around my cock with every brush of my fingers.
She’s close, I can feel it. She’s fucking soaking my jeans with her juices, her body writhing against me.
“You’re so fucking hot like this, Lola Girl,” I purr softly into her ear before sucking her earlobe into my mouth. I bite down hard, loving her cry of pain.
I ease the pain away with more pleasure as I pluck at her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
“Pick someone. Anyone you want to put in jail, or get out of your way.” Gripping her hips, I slide her up and down on my shaft, forcing myself deep inside her and hitting her sweet spot over and over again.
“What about Roscoe?” Wesley asks. “I know you’d love to see him crash and burn.”
“Of course, I would. But like I said, there’s no evidence. We can't just decide he’s going to take the blame. There’s no cause, there's no reason for anyone to think it’s him.”
“So we give them a reason to think it is,” Nola gasps out, her nails digging into my arms. The pain makes me growl as I work her faster.
I need to cum, but I want this figured out before either of us get our release.
The hand on her hip moves up to cup her throat. I wrap my fingers around it, squeezing tightly, pulling her back onto my chest. “Tell us, Lola Girl. How are we going to do that?”
“Me,” she sobs out. “Me. I’ll stalk him, I’ll find out the girls he’s sleeping with, and I’ll kill them just like I did with the girls you touched.”
My eyes flick over to Jasper and Wesley. They look intrigued, and so am I.
“I’ll leave my calling card, shift the focus over in his direction. Leave a few bodies, and when it’s time, we’ll plant all the evidence the cops will need to arrest him.”
A slow grin curves over my lips as Jasper sits back in his chair. He’s considering what she’s laid out for us, and honestly, I think it could work.
“Good fucking girl,” I growl, tightening my grip on her throat. “Now cum on my fucking cock so I can fill this greedy little cunt with my cum.”
“Sylas!” she screams, her pussy clamping down around me as she shatters into pieces for me. Her body shakes in my hold, whimpers and gasps, leaving her lips as an orgasm crashes into her.
The grip her cunt has on me is too much. Her sweet cries of pleasure have me following her over the edge.
Biting down hard on her shoulder, my teeth break skin as my body tenses.
Holding her down so that my cock is deep as it can be, I unleash inside her.
My cock pluses, jet after jet of cum shooting out and filling her up, coating her inner walls until I can feel it leaking where we’re joined together.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, my breathing choppy as I sink back onto the couch.
“That's one thing taken care of,” Wesley says. “Now, wanna tell us how you got that cut on your thigh, Little Rabbit?”
Nola laughs nervously, her own breathing uneven. “About that…”
Something tells me there’s a lot we’re about to find out about our girl.
WESLEY
“Come here.” I lean back in my chair, beckoning her with two fingers.
With flushed cheeks and messy hair, she climbs off Sylas’ lap. Getting to her shaky legs, she walks over to me.
I watch her with lidded eyes, my cock aching for her sweet cunt. Watching her with Sylas made me want her, too.
Pulling my cock free, I give it a stroke, rubbing the pre-cum beading at the tip over the head of my cock before letting it lie on my stomach and putting my arms on the chair’s rest.
She knows what to do without even having to be asked. It sends a surge of pride through me as she straddles my lap, Sylas’ cum still leaking from her used cunt. She grips my cock and brings it to her entrance. Biting her lip, she locks eyes with me as she lowers herself on my dick.
My head tilts back, but I keep my eyes open, a small growl rumbling in my throat.
Her hands find my shoulders, using them for leverage as she starts to slowly ride me. She moves up and down on my cock like a fucking carousel ride.
“I’ve been watching you three,” she admits in a breathy moan as she takes me deep. “For a while now.”
“Watching us?” I grunt. “Are you telling me we have our own little stalker?”
Her cheeks flush for a whole new reason, and I chuckle.
“Mhhm,” I hum. “You really are crazy.”
She bites her lip, nodding as she keeps riding me. Every shift of her hips is fucking heaven. I’ve always loved rough sex, but this? Because it’s her, I fucking love it.
“I’ve known about the girls you fucked and the kind of things you like for a long time now. When I found out how you felt about me, that you called those other girls by my name when you had them at your mercy, using them for your sick fucked up pleasure, I was thrilled. But I was also jealous."
“Why was that?” I ask her, lifting up her shirt.
“Because…” she trails off, whimpering when I lean forward and bite down hard on her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth. Her hips work faster, her moans increasing. “I wanted it to be me. I wanted you to do to me what you did to them.”
“So, what?” I ask, releasing her nipple with a pop. Leaning back, I groan as she bucks her hips even faster. She just came moments ago, but she rides me like she needs more. “You decided to kill them all?”
She shakes her head. “Not the people from your past. I didn’t kill anyone until Scarlett. I followed you and knew what you were doing there.”
“And you killed her for it?”
“No,” she mewls. “I killed her because of the things she was telling me. I got mad, and I acted without thinking. I did what I’ve imagined doing to her for years.”
“What did she say, Little Rabbit?” I ask, brushing her still-damp hair from her face as it hangs forward, framing her face.
“I was mad that, out of all the girls in this town, you fucked her.” She whimpers, the hurt in her tone mixing with the pleasure she’s feeling. “I left because I didn’t want to hear you with her. When I came back, I saw the state she was in.”
There's a sick little grin on her face that makes me chuckle.
“You liked how bad we fucked her up, didn’t you, baby?” I chuckle, rubbing my hands up and down her thighs. “We did that just for you.”
She nods. “Scarlett didn’t like that I saw her like that, so she lost it on me.
She said I was nothing to you, and that she was going to be the one by your sides while you ruled this city, having your babies that would take over for you one day.
She said you’d never pick me, that you would always choose to be with other women, but never me.
That she would be the one you came home to every night, your fucking queen.
” She grows angrier with every added comment, her thrusts more frantic, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“I just wanted her to shut up, to stop talking. So I stabbed her in the fucking throat.” Nola hisses as she grinds her pussy down on my cock, making me grunt as my balls threaten to burst. “I couldn’t let her have you.
You are mine. All of you are mine. I killed her, and every other girl who thought they could have what is fucking mine.
” She cries out when I dig my nails into her ass, roughly fucking her on my cock. “Because you are mine. Only mine.”
Her unhinged possessiveness is fucking hot. It makes me fucking feral.
“That's right, Little Rabbit. We’re yours,” I growl. “We’ve always been yours. And you made sure of that, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” She nods frantically. She’s close, I can feel it.
My lips curl into a cruel smile. “You want to cum, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Beg me then.”
“Please, Wesley. Let me cum.”
“What do I get if I do?” I let my hand slide up her body, stopping at her throat. She gasps when I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze.
Her eyes widen, my grip much harder than Sylas’.
She lets out a choking sound, her movements slowing.
“Anything you want,” she rasps out, struggling to speak.
“Mhmm,” I hum, loving the panicked look in her eyes. She’s scared, but the way her cunt is gripping my cock lets me know my little freak is also turned on.
I chuckle darkly, loving just how twisted she is.
“Your life.” I cock my head to the side. “I want to own you, Nola. I want your soul.”
“It’s yours,” she breathes out. “All of it. You can have it.”
My voice dips low, almost to a whisper. Yanking her forward, I bring her lips to mine, moving against each other as I speak. “Would you let me kill you?”
“Yes,” she replies without hesitation.
Something about her so freely giving her life over to me has me wanting to do the complete opposite. I don’t want to kill her, but knowing I could, knowing she’d let me, is fucking powerful.