Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Malachi

(Present Day)

I’m hard as rock as I move the wet sponge along her sleeping body. It’s so fucked up that the girl is comatose, and I still want to fuck every single inch of her. My hand moves to the top of her ass, and I moan. I haven’t gotten to be in that sweet asshole for a week. Every time I try to stick it in there, Ezra stops me. Apparently, my cum is only meant for her cunt until we knock her up.

We’ve been fucking an unconscious Briar for a week, nonstop, and only in her cunt. No blow jobs, no asshole, nothing. Every morning we all plow her, filling her sweet pussy one after another. Throughout the day, we fuck her and again at night. If we wake up in the middle of the night with a boner, we roll over and fuck her. The guys won’t even let me fuck them up the ass because that’s a waste of a load.

I shouldn’t complain cause fucking her like this is pretty hot, but goddamn, I need some variety.

We’ve stopped drugging her per the doc’s orders. Now we’re waiting for the drugs to wear off. I can’t fucking wait. I’m going to fuck that tight asshole until she screams.

I roll her onto her back and walk to the leather wingback by the bed. We’ve been taking turns washing her. It gives me a whole new appreciation for nurses who give sponge baths. That shit is hard and annoying. But there’s nothing I won’t do for my tiger. Fuck, if I can simply look at her for the rest of my days. I’ll spend every goddamn day using that sponge and say thank you.

I’m still worried about her leaving. She could try, and I’ll have to hurt her, and I don’t want that. Which is fucked up cause I get so hard at the idea of hurting people, but with Briar, it makes my cock shrivel up and die.

I pick up the piece of wood and start chipping away at it. A fucked up thing from my childhood. My father made me sit and hack away until we held something pretty in our hands. Fucker used to beat us if we didn’t do it well enough. I often wonder if that’s how I got my love of knives since the motherfucker made me cut up my brother every time he fucked up.

That wasn’t the worst of it, though. That was the tame shit. I always wished I’d killed the fucker, but my brother beat me to it. Too bad he went nuts and killed our mom. That’s when I had to hack him up. My mom was a good person, but she was too doped up on the drugs my father injected into her veins so he could continue to fuck up her kids every which way to Sunday.

I probably would’ve let David live if he’d only killed Mom, but then I saw him on top of our little sister’s corpse with his cock shoved in her. Rabid dogs like him have to be put down. There’s no fixing that shit. Guess one could say I turned out pretty good, considering where I came from. At least I never turned into David.

I look at Briar before I give all my attention to the wood in my palms. It’s a pointless task because all I can concentrate on is the lump of worry in my chest that when she wakes up, she’ll run for the hills.