Chapter 14

ChapterFourteen

Ella

“You called the crew?” River asks Alaric as he gets in the limo.

Alaric smiles as he puts his arms around me, pulling me close. “They were already at the club on standby.”

River taps his ax on Celeste’s leg, winking at her. “Good lookin’ out. That was smart of your boy, huh, Celeste?”

Blood still drips from Celeste’s mouth. Maybe she’ll choke on it. Her arms shake as she grips the leather seat. She’s scared, but she doesn’t want us to realize it. It’s not every day that the three people you believed you controlled disobey you and slice off half of your tongue.

Hands grab my waist and haul me away from Alaric.

River.

He lines up the tip of his cock with my entrance. “You don’t mind, do you, Ella? This shit always makes me horny, and Asher and Alaric can’t step in because they need to keep their eyes on our evil stepmother.”

“No,” I whisper as I impale myself on his cock. “I don’t mind.”

Celeste glares at me, and I see her desire to flay me with demeaning words.

“Why don’t you tell Mommy dearest what you think of her, Ella?” River suggests.

Celeste’s glare darkens. Her wrath is directed solely at me. I’m the interloper who ruined her insignificant life. She’s too arrogant to blame her callousness for the misfortune that’s befallen her.

“How does it feel to know I have your boys and you have nothing?” I ask as I bounce on River’s dick. “They despise you, and they love me.”

“Fuck, yes, we do,” River says as he smacks my ass.

I wasn’t sure if I’d gone too far by declaring their love for me when they hadn’t told me themselves. But they didn’t need to say the words. I knew they cared because they showed me. Sure, it might be in a fucked up, unconventional way, but my men would do anything to protect me, even at the risk of their own lives.

Celeste makes inaudible noises as she struggles to free herself from her wrist restraints. She must know that these are her final moments, yet she still struggles for freedom, thinking she can win.

“Don’t believe me, Celeste?” I taunt. “Ask them. Ask your boys who they love. Ask them if they’ll kill me for you.”

Asher chuckles as he lights a cigarette. He blows a smoke ring, and I watch as it dissipates.

River bounces me harder on his cock as he frees my breasts from my shirt. He twists a nipple so mercilessly that I fear he’ll rip it off, but I don’t stop him because violence mixed with sex is comforting. It’s a blanket that warms me when my rage bubbles over.

“Open your legs, Celeste.” River demands.

Celeste shakes her head and presses her knees together.

River laughs as he stretches his long leg, ramming his foot between her knees and forcing her legs open. She screams as River kicks her in the vagina. “I figured you could watch Ella come while you’re tortured, Mother. Wasn’t that your favorite pastime? Watching people tortured and abused while you got off?”

Asher crawls between River’s legs and swipes his tongue at my entrance before gazing up at me. “One of Celeste’s clients liked to burn me when I was a kid. He always burned me where it hurt the most and where no one could see unless I was naked.” He hands me the cigarette. “I’ll enjoy watching Celeste scream while her flesh burns for a change.”

Hearing Asher admit one of the many atrocities the psychotic bitch did to him makes my heart pound with fury. This woman has never thought of anyone other than herself for a single second. She’s never shown these men kindness, empathy, or care. But I guess it makes sense for money-hungry, venomous monsters who manipulate the vulnerable to accumulate power. People like Celeste don’t care what they do so long as they land at the top. She’d be happy being a queen of corpses so long as she was a queen.

I stare at her, tied up and helpless. A brief pang of pity stirs within me. I swallow it quickly because people like Celeste don’t deserve pity. They deserve an eternity of hellfire and horrific torture.

I bend, taking River’s cock at a new angle while Asher has me on the brink of orgasm with his devilish tongue manipulating my clit. I grip Celeste’s knee as River removes his foot from her vagina. Leaning in, I press the ember of the cigarette on her clit.

Celeste’s maniacal screeches would haunt nightmares if you didn’t know what a monster she is. Her torment should cause me to pause. The pungent stench of burning flesh and pubic hair should horrify me. But it only makes me crave more.

Lowering the cigarette, I press it to her vulva. I grip Asher’s blade from his abandoned seat. The knife is caked in dried blood, no longer a vibrant crimson but a darkened rust. I smile at Celeste and plunge the knife into her eye as my orgasm washes over me.

“Jesus,” Alaric whispers, his voice a lifeline in the ocean of my vengeance. He grips the knife handle and dislodges it from Celeste’s eye. He looks at the blade, crimson once again, with her eyeball hanging from the tip. “Ella, you okay?”

I can barely make out his voice as I float back down to Earth, sheltered in River’s arms as he releases inside me. Asher’s mouth latches onto my pussy as River pulls out, and cum cascades from my pussy into his mouth. I’ve had multiple orgasms with these men, but this one is intensified by vengeance and power.

We pull up to the house as Asher rises. River grabs him by the collar and they kiss, passing River’s cum back and forth between them before Asher swallows and offers me his hand.

“So, what are we going to do with her?” River asks Alaric.

Alaric pulls a screaming Celeste from the car. “Anything we want. And when we get bored, we’ll kill her.”

I’m a little shocked that she’s still breathing, but then again, monsters are hard to kill.

“Take her to the wood shop,” I say as I walk to one of my favorite places on the property. My dad and I spent hours there working on minor projects: birdhouses, a doll, and small wooden animals. Anything I could dream up, my dad made for me, and I painted it with wild, vibrant colors.

“Charles was a woodworker?” River asks, brushing his hand over the various tools.

“Yes.” I walk to the back and place my hand on the electric drill. “One of you want to do the honors, or can I?” I ask, my voice distant and sinister.

“No, Ella,” Alaric says as he walks over and grabs the electric drill from me. “You’re not gonna give her this. She’s taken so much from you. I won’t let you kill her. She wants it to be you, but she isn’t your demon to kill. She’s mine.”

I release the drill and nod. “Kill her, Alaric. Kill her so we can bury her.” I walk over to Celeste and kneel in front of her. “You’re going straight to hell, and the demons will suck the marrow of the life you tried to strip from us. My boys will finally be safe from you, and I’ll ensure they know what true love is. Something you’ve never been able to give anyone.”

A blast of liquid drenches my face. Celeste falls to the ground, dead from a bullet through her brain.

The ultimate gift from her son, Alaric.