Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Malachi

(Two Years Ago)

There’s nothing I like more than breaking something sturdy. It’s easy to break something that’s already bent or has never gone through any tests of stamina or strength. But when you find someone who has gone through it but is still as hard as steel, it’s a fuckin’ challenge.

She’s a fuckin’ tiger. Ezra is going at her, and she’s completely helpless yet refuses to bend.

My dick is harder than it’s ever been in my entire life, and that’s saying something cause I like to fuck. I even fuck while killing people. One time, Dariyus fucked my ass while I stabbed a motherfucker fifty-six times. Nothing like coming in a pool of blood. So it’s a little wild that simply seeing this girl naked and on her knees has my cock pointing to the heavens, asking for damn salvation.

I have no idea what’s happening here. Ezra stands over her with a fist full of her hair, staring down at her like a lost puppy who finally found a master.

“We gonna fuck or not?” I ask.

They both turn to me as if I’ve revealed some dirty secret. Isn’t that the point of all this? We off whoever she wants us to kill, and we bang her as much as we want. I’d kill whoever she wanted for a blowie. She’s got some crazy cocksucker lips. It’d be fun seeing her suffocate on my cum and have it flow from the sides of her mouth while she struggled to breathe. That suffocation shit Dariyus is into finally seems hot.

“Think you forget your place, Fawn,” Ezra says as he slaps her face with his cock. “Oh, pretty girl, open your mouth, or you won’t like what happens next.”

Briar smirks up at him before nodding toward me. “I’m not one of your little minions who jumps because you demand it.”

Did she just call me Ezra’s little bitch? “Why’d you nod at me when you said that?”

She smiles, and my cock twitches. “Isn’t that what you are? His pathetic fuck boy who screws and kills at his command.”

With two strides, I’m in front of her. I shove Ezra aside and grip her hair in the same place he did a moment ago. “Ezra might still have some undying devotion to you but trust me, sweetheart, I’ve got none of that history.”

I pinch her nostrils, and her mouth opens wide, so I can shove my cock all the way down her throat. She flails, unable to take me in one thrust. “You’re so much prettier when you can’t talk and your mouth is full of my cock. Think I’ll make this a daily thing.”

Her gagging sounds fill the space. Ezra glares at me, but I don’t give a fuck.

My hips thrust into her warm mouth, and her nails dig into my thighs, drawing blood. I turn to Ezra, and he tosses me the letter opener on his desk. Blood trickles down her face as I slice my hand with the sharp blade. “I like blood, Tiger.”

The letter opener falls from my hand and clatters to the floor. I eye the crimson liquid bleeding from my hand and laugh as it trickles down Briar’s pretty face. “There’s nothing like bleeding while your cock is being serviced by a sexy little fuck hole.”

Briar blinks, but to my surprise, she doesn’t try to get away. Instead of trying to claw herself from my grasp in horror, she places her hands on my ass and digs her nails in, pushing me deeper into her mouth. She looks like an angel desperate to save a sinner from damnation. My chest constricts, and I’m transfixed by her. I suddenly realize why women were accused of being witches. Briar digs her claws into me as if injecting my veins with a potion, enchanting me to where I’ll do anything to possess her, even if it’s to my detriment.

She gags as I hold her against my cock, and the tip hits the back of her throat. She gasps for breath, but I ignore her desperate pleas. “Eyes on me, Tiger.”

Her head tilts back as tears stream down her face, smudging the makeup around her eyes. “Such a pretty whore.” I turn to Ezra. “I want to fuck her in the club.”

Ezra’s jaw ticks. He doesn’t like the idea. I knew he wouldn’t. There’s a part of him that still thinks of our slut as a sweet little girl, but she can’t be that if she’s to stay with us. She has to be depraved, ruined, soiled, and destroyed.

“I’m not leaving her on display for any other asshole to fuck,” Ezra spits, venom lacing his words.

“A motherfucker can try if he wants to lose his dick.” I laugh. “Actually, maybe we should let one try. It’d be fun to cut his dick off and then fuck her with it while he watches.”

“You’re such a sick fuck,” Dariyus says, leaning against the door.

I was so taken aback by the little minx that I didn’t even notice him creep back into the room. “Remember the first time I fucked you, D?”

Dariyus bares his teeth, and a growl escapes his throat. He doesn’t appear like a man anymore. He’s something in between. He used to be good until I ripped it out of him.

D lunges at me and pulls me off Briar, tackling me to the ground and wrapping his hands around my throat. I hear a faint cry from Briar, and Ezra yells at him to let me up.

But Dariyus won’t listen. I like this side of him, animal, violent, and unhinged. It’s the side he hides, but it’s the part of him he needs to release to heal. He still wants to pretend he’s decent, that he does the right thing. Guess that’s an easy facade when you never draw blood taking someone’s life.

I lift my legs, and with my free hand, I press the tip of his cock to my asshole. The shock of my actions is enough for him to loosen his grip. “What got you triggered, Dariyus? That I want to fuck her in public or that you’d rather it was you?”

With one full thrust, D is in me, fucking my ass like he hopes to split me in two. The burning sensation would be too much for someone else, but I like it. “Look at you, D, fucking me with no prep. Deny it all you want, but you’re no better than we are.”

“Shut the fuck up, Mal,” Dariyus growls in my ear, “or I’ll rip your asshole apart.”

I laugh through the pain of his assault. “You think that scares me?” I lift my legs higher, giving him more access as he continues to fuck me missionary. “Let it rip, motherfucker.”