23. Chapter 23

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" He'll never touch you again ."

What the fuck is he saying? Who the hell is he talking about?

I shake my head, dropping my hand from reaching towards the door. And to think I was going to go in there and "make nice" like Jace wanted. Well fuck that, fuck her and fuck him.

They deserve each other. I have no room to be involved with her anyway. She's nothing but a spoiled mafia princess who can go to hell for all I care.

Storming across the room, I grab my duffle bag from the closet, slamming the door closed. Fuck them.

Jace can do this protection detail on his own, he doesn't need me. I don't even know why I bothered to come here. I don't protect, I kill.

I'm too wrapped up in my head to realize Jace's door is open, and they both stand there, watching me.

"Ryker, what are you doing?" Jace asks.

Glaring over at him, I don't say anything. There's no need to, they're better off without me.

"He'll never touch you again. "

Clenching my fist around the duffle bag I toss it towards the door. Ignoring the drop in my gut that I'm acting like a child and throwing away a friendship over a fucking girl.

Blake steps forward, frowning, eyes glancing between me and the bag.

I march towards her, and Blake stares at me while I grin under my mask. I wrap my hand around her throat and for once she looked slightly terrified of me.

"Are you scared of me, little pet?"

Blake tries to shake her head but my hand around her neck stops her. He'll never touch you again. His words repeat in my head. How dare he? How can he just act like he doesn't mind sharing her only to tell her that I'm not allowed to touch her?

"Take your clothes off," I order, dropping my hand from her throat. I don't give her room; I want her to be uncomfortable. I want to make her squirm.

"Blake," I warn.

She slowly pulls her shirt over her head, and then pulls down her leggings, standing in front of me in just her sports bra and cotton gray panties.

"Those too," I growl. I want her naked.

Blake pulls her bra off even slower, dropping it to the ground. My eyes drop as she peels her panties down her leg, kicking them off.

"Good girl," I mumble. The moment she straightens back up, I reach down, her stomach pressing into mine. Lifting her up, she squirms against my hold. Reaching over, I smack her ass, causing her to still. "Let's see what Jace thinks about me touching you now."

Dropping her onto the bed, Blake bounces, glaring up at me. Grabbing her neck, I drag her to the edge of the bed until her head is hanging off.

"Open your mouth."

Blake's brows pull together as if she has a choice. Rearing back, I smack her across the face. "Open that fucking mouth, pet."

She immediately does, and her tongue darts out, licking her lips. Unzipping my pants, I pull my cock out, letting it hit her in the face .

"Keep your mouth open." I smile. Pulling back, I slowly sink my cock into her mouth, groaning at how her warm mouth feels against my length. I keep going until I hit the back of her throat, slowly pulling back. Blake's mouth feels amazing; it's not until I pull back that I feel the tiniest scratch along my dick.

Pulling all the way out, I bend down. "Stick your tongue out."

Blake does and I notice the scar on the top left of her tongue.

"Someone do something to your tongue?" I ask, my thumb pressing against the scar. Blake nods her head, curling her tongue around my thumb. Pulling my hand back, I stand up again, tapping my dick against her lips.

"I don't care, open."

Blake's eyes darken before she opens. Sinking back into her mouth, I start slowly fucking her mouth, holding her throat as my cock appears and disappears. Her teeth get in the way a little, but I don't care. Not with a mouth like hers. Not when she lets me do whatever I want to her.

Reaching across her stomach, I press two fingers against her clit, picking up speed on her throat. She doesn't make any sounds, barely even gags.

I hate it.

I want to make my pet scream. I want some sort of noise out of her.

Pulling back, I flip Blake onto her hands and knees, climbing in behind her.

"Hands on the footboard," I hiss.

She does as I tell her, along with arching her back. I groan when I look down at her pussy, her wetness coating her lips.

"Better hold on, baby," I say, and giving her no other warning, I slam into her. My eyes roll to the back of my head at how tight she feels. You'd think she was a virgin. Holding her hips, I pull back, slipping out. Blake glances behind me, wondering what I'm doing.

Digging my fingers into her thick ass, I spread her cheeks apart, biting down on my lip. Slamming into her again, her eyes widen. This time I don't pull out; I fuck her harder and harder. Blake's head drops, hanging down. I know I'm making it difficult for her to not speak. Good.

"Look at you, pet, taking my cock like a good slut," I murmur .

Yanking the back of her head, I pull her up, reaching around her throat. "Jace might think you're his, but you're mine, too." I don't know where this confusion comes from, but the moment the words are out of my mouth, I know it's true. Blake might hate me, but she loves to hate me.

Pressing firmly against her throat, my hips slow down just enough. Fucking her slow and deep. I can feel another set of eyes on us. A smile spreads across my lips, pulling at the scars.

"I think someone's here to watch us," I whisper into her ear. Blake moves against my hold, my eyes falling on Jace. "Little fact about our Jace, he likes to watch."

Jace's eyes move down Blake's body before he locks eyes with me. I know he can see the challenge in mine. He won't stop me though. I wasn't lying when I said he likes to watch. While we all have our kinks, Jace's is fucking you while you're asleep, and voyeurism.

Cutting her air off, I speed up again, fucking her harder. Not missing Jace, who unzips his pants, pulling his cock out. Blake's cunt pulses around me, wetness pooling and dripping down her leg.

"Hmmm, I think our girl likes being fucked and watched as well. You think she'll let you play with her tonight when she's fast asleep?" I ask. Jace glares over at me, shaking his head slightly, but Blake somehow grows wetter.

"She likes the idea, Jacey. She's going to cum." I chuckle. "Pick your hips up, pet," I order.

Blake does as I say, her ass in the air. I slam my palm over her head, holding her face in the mattress. She squeezes my cock. Fuck, I'm going to cum. Reaching to my belt, I grab my knife, flicking it open. Pulling her up by her hair again, I hold the knife against her throat.

"Touch your clit, make yourself cum on my cock, pet."

Blake doesn't waste time. Reaching down, she viscously works her clit as I fuck her harder, pressing the knife against her neck.

"Oh, fuck," the words fall from my mouth. Blake tenses, her orgasm ripping through her causing my own release. I pour myself into her cunt .

I hear Jace let out a groan, sure enough cumming in his hand and some on the ground. Pulling out of her, I tuck my softening cock back into my pants. Pulling Blake off the bed, I tuck her messy hair behind her ear.

"Get down on all fours."

She cocks her head to the side, frowning. Shaking my head, I push her down, smiling when her knees hit the ground.

"Crawl to Jace," I order. I ignore his looks, Jace tries to be soft with her, but I'm going to show her what a monster he can be.

Slowly Blake begins to crawl to him, stopping a foot away, and glancing back at me.

"Lick his cum off the ground, slut."