Chapter Twelve

"Fuck," I shouted with whatever air was left in my chest, tightening my fist into a ball over the cotton knots of the ball net. It was pure fucking torture. I was aching for a release. When I get done with this fucking shit, I am going to shove my foot so far up Drip's ass, he'll have my pretty little fucking toes for teeth. Why in the fuck did he put Roe in charge?

"Just—FUCK!" I screamed. I was so fucking exhausted. And mad.

So fucking mad. I just wanted to cum, was that so fucking hard? I was so fucking close. Just a little faster, a little harder.

Roe was exactly like Drip's twin, Phantom. The delinquent, and too fucking cocky for his own good. He was all dick and no brain.

I winced at the memory. Keeping secrets…but those memories were only meant for my grave, never to be pulled from my darkened, corrupt, forbidden soul.

Drip tried so hard to be like him, to be him. But his backbone was made of butter, not a steel rod like Phantom had. That was why he could never hold back from me; he could never edge me for long enough. Not like Phantom. Not like Roe.

Drip thought I was the needy one, but he couldn't go longer than a few days without fucking me—believe me, we'd tried. Practice for castration surgery and all. What a fail. I wanted a gutful of his cum more than anything I had ever wanted, but without the added accidents that come with breeding.

Not again.

I shrugged the haunting memory aside.

I wondered if Drip was giving Roe the lead because maybe, just maybe, it felt like having his brother back in his life again. Jail had definitely done a number on him. I mean, he was still Roe, but more…numb, fearless and…unwired. There was something in him that both terrified me and enticed me at once. I couldn't tell if he was going to take revenge on me for killing one of his two best friends and not telling my brother about it, or make me pay for my choices for the rest of my life.

"Ah," I moaned, everything inside me tightening, but my release was just out of reach. I pushed back for more, but Roe perked up again. Fuck off.

"Okay. That's enough, big boy. Out you come!" he demanded. His voice was low and barbaric. "No, please no," I sighed as my pussy slowly emptied, but was left ignored. Jesus fucking Christ, what is with this cunt? With my forehead planted on the green of the table, exhausted and confused, all I could hear behind me was the rattle of pool balls. My heart pounded. What the fuck is he up to now?

"Let's not forget who's been put in charge tonight, shall we? You owe me this, after all," Roe stammered, his comment to Drip aimed at me—not that he registered that.

"Here. I need to see how many balls that little cunt can handle. And when you"re done, I'll let you cum in that tight ass."

Roe stood beside me and pressed his weight against the side of my face, pressure pushing right on the tender spot on my head. He leant in so that we were eye to eye. "Fill you up with every ounce of pressure that he can give you, while I blow a second load all over your face so you can't fucking breath." His eyes were dark—sinister, even.

I darted from one eye to the other, losing myself in the crisp white marking in one of them. He was truly a stunning human, but something inside him had died. It was like the light in his soul had been corrupted. A hint of an impish grin turned his lip, the white hairs on his moustache reminding me that he was still Roe—kind of. But it was gone as soon as it appeared.

"And if that doesn't make you black out and think about what you've done, then I'll have Drip make you walk that ass back to your fucking car, so you can fuck off back home."

I nodded, not really sure what else I was able to do or say. I just wanted to cum, so at that point, I'd do anything I had to to get there. I won't lie, the new Roe fucking terrified me more than I"d anticipated he would—and it took a lot for me to actually be terrified by a man. I needed it sometimes, yes, but the situation was…fucked up.

"Aren't you being a little harsh? She said she's learnt her lesson. Can't we just…let her, umm. C-cum?" Mitch asked, regretting the words as they rolled between his lips. Yes, let me go, or make me cum. I don't give a fuck. Just put me out of my misery.

"What did you say?" Roe tested.

"N-nothing."