Chapter Ten

God, I could just about fucking die . Everything in my body was screaming.

My skin was on fire.

My pussy was throbbing.

My belly was aching to be rearranged, and my back was in dire need of being blown out.

It had been a while since I fucked someone's life up. Seven years, to be exact. The sound of his last breath only made my orgasm inch closer. And the way Drip looked at me only intensified it. I was fucking dripping in sex.

And now that very climax was begging to come out, considering Roe had just swirled his fingers over my clit. The fucker. One more circle and I'd explode—or less than, even. But I had the feeling that he wasn't taking me inside to play with my pussy unless I did whatever it was he desired. Not that I'd complain. And where the fuck is Drip? I hadn"t seen him after I killed the other guy.

Jesus, that itch…I felt as though I had only scratched the surface. I want more…so much more.

"If I told you I didn't want my brains to be fucked out, would you do it out of spite?" I pushed in a childish manner. He cackled but offered nothing. I huffed and went back to being the brat that I inevitably told myself I was. A murderous brat, at that. I mentally drew a crown to my head. I dub thee, Queen Murderer.

I could hear the sounds of moaning and muffled shouting—and spanking?—echoing from the hallway. We reached the entrance of one of the entertainment rooms upstairs, where the pool table and pinball machines were. Roe slammed my back onto the felt green pool table, where I could see everyone else in the room. Some were hanging beside the bar talking, others just sitting on the couch in front of the screen. But no Drip. "Where's my brother?" I asked, with no reply.

There was a bar in the corner, and the pull-down cinema screen was playing porn at an electrifying volume. My pussy clenched seeing four masked men dressed in war cosplay like Call of Duty, their cocks out with shining tips. One was wanking and a girl tied up on a chair. They were roleplaying, as if she was the villain. I hadn't seen that type of porn before. It was fucking hot. Masked men…fucking yes.Can I be her? Can I be in her?

"Be a good little slut for me, won't you? Stay," Roe commanded, his tone low and in control. I rolled my eyes and put my fingers between my slit. "No. You will fucking not." He ripped my arms up above my head, knotting my wrists together with the pool ball pocket. "Fucking. Stay."

Roe opened the bar and pulled out a bottle of Sambuca and a tripod stand. He drank several gulps straight from the bottle, and then set up the tripod on the floor before me. He pressed his phone onto the stand and tapped a few buttons, and then I was on the cinema screen, replacing the porn. Roe strolled over to the window that overlooked the garden we had just come from, pointing a remote downward. Screen sharing to the DJ's screen, no doubt. Of course.

I felt warm liquid trickle down my leg. It was getting hot, and my skin was roaring with flames. He split a devilish smirk, which only intensified the feelings I had. Whatever he was planning was getting me wetter by the second.

"Now what?" I pressed in a hissy, impatient tone, my legs becoming more restless the more I clenched them together to lull the throb between them. I tugged at the taut strings around my wrists, but they didn't budge.

But my attitude only confirmed he was doing exactly what he wanted to: piss me off and tease me. Fucking hell. I was going to have to up the ante.

"Now you wait."

"For what?" I snarled. Roe knew how to get under my skin, and he knew I hated waiting. "For your brother." He groaned the words, sending a chill up my spine.

Roe laughed from the pit of his chest. I propped my head up to see Mitch under Drip's grip, muted by his hand. He looked absolutely fucking terrified. Of me? Very opposite from the last time he saw me.

"Well, isn't this going to be interesting," Drip sneered as he nudged Mitch into the room a little further.

"What are you going to do to me? I don't want any trouble." He protested in a panic.

"I think it's more what you're going to do to me," I said to Mitch playfully. He gulped nervously as Roe approached me.

"Yeah, but… what about the other guy?" Mitch added.

"Don't worry, pretty boy, we just want to play." Drip ran his finger from the crevice between my collarbones and up my neck to my chin, following the trails of hickies that he had left over my skin the night before. My back involuntarily rose, arching off the pool table as a moan fell from my lips. I panted as I lowered myself in his absence.

"She needs an attitude adjustment." He squeezed my cheeks, his grip firm.

"Ah," I winced.

"You see, kid, the fucking bitch brought up our brother, Phantom. Who is very fucking dead right now. So, of course, she needs a reminder of what happens when he's mentioned."

"Say. Fucking. Less." Roe hissed.

The two of them bickered over me like they both knew my crime. But Roe was the one who had the vendetta. He had a real reason to plot revenge. Drip was just mad that I brought up the past, and his dead brother.

I saw Mitch's face, all signs of panic and nerves, yet…that fucking bulge in his pants. Drip grabbed one of the pool cues from a bystanding male who was stunned and fully focused on my pussy. I guess it did have a habit of causing this reaction. Drip held the cue out at arms-length, the tip of it pressing under my chin so that it left me no choice but to squirm. I moaned from the touch, and my breath escalated.

He trailed the cue down my neck, stopping at my nipple and circling the chalk end around it. My already taut skin reacted and pinched tighter from the sensation. I sighed as he pulled it away.

"Here, take this," he demanded Mitch, holding out the cue for him. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed it. Colour was still absent from his face, yet a wet patch had formed over his cream pants.

"Do you think you can make her cum without fucking her or rubbing this on her clit?" Roe pried.

"I…what? I-I don't know," Mitch responded, his voice cracking like a pubescent teenager, just like last time. My skin sparked with goosebumps, more moisture dripping down my ass crack for his innocence. I had his virginity and he was still frigid.

"Come on, you've seen that pussy before. What happened to that loyal little puppy I saw last time?" Drip added in a hoarse whisper. "The one who did everything I told him, like good boys do."

"But…th-that wasn't in front of lots of people. A-and she just killed…and what about the other guy from earlier—"

"Oh, pretty boy," Drip tsked, cutting him off. "That's what happens when I don't give permission to touch my sister." He laughed. "People die."

I gnawed at my lip. It was Drip's way of toying with our playthings. Teasing, instructing and pushing boundaries. Caught between possessive and obsessive ownership over me and having the desire to share me with whomever he wished. A total mind fuck that I loved.

"But not me, right?" Mitch squeaked in a panic. He tried to take a step back, but Roe stood behind him like the meanest looking bodyguard.

"Sure…let's go with that," Roe tormented. This is going to be interesting, Roe has never been in charge. And he's certainly never been the dominant partner when we are all together.

"Now. I want you to get her this close." Roe pinched his fingers together. "And then stop. Oh, and smile, because everyone can see you."