Chapter Five

"Now I can have my moment with you. Just you and me. After seven fucking years," Roe roared, carrying me into the kitchen.

"Careful there, tiger. I can hear just how much you love me in that voice."

"How many people have you killed while I've been gone, huh?"

"Not enough," I teased. The tension in his jaw intensified.

"Daddy never loved you, did he, hmm?" Roe's voice was hateful and mocking as he threw my back against the wall, winding me on impact and wrapping his hand around me like a necklace. "Is that why you're such a little fucking killer whore? Fucking your brothers and then killing them for your own appeasement, ‘cause no one fucking loves you, hmm?"

I fought for a breath but didn't reply. His hand was large enough that his thumb and middle finger touched the wall behind me, his grip crushing over my airway, but not knocking the smile from my face.

The daddy card and the brother card? Is he trying to scare me, or make me cum?

"Who's next on your kill list?" he hissed in my ear, sending a shudder down my spine. A moan slipped from my lips, leaving my chest empty. "Drip?" He pressed for an answer, but I didn't give one.

I clenched my jaw and smiled, the feeling of oxygen deprivation rushing to my head. Roe's lip curled, and suddenly my body was kicked out from underneath me. I landed on the floor to my knees, catching a chestful of air and feeling a dizzy spell rush to my head. Little did he know, I'd never kill Drip. I'd fucking die first. He tugged his jumper off, but as he did, the shirt underneath clung to it and went flying off with it. Fuck.

Looking up at him from the floor, I let my eyes wander this new Roe. My hungry eyes rolled along every crevice of his body. The fresh tattoos on his arms covered his piebaldism, which was a shame, really, because that's what made Roe…Roe. Drip had named him that when he'd first stepped foot into The Underground. Because he looked like he was always ‘running on empty,' like the ink of his skin had run out during print.

"You're fucking despicable, you know that?"

"Bite me!" I moaned with a smile, washing myself in the memory of killing someone—something I'd do well to forget, but just couldn't quite seem to stay away from.

I went to inhale for a breath, but instead of air going in, a rather thick, veiny object took its place, slamming my head against the wall.

"Ah, that's better. You look better with that smile wiped off your face."

Roe was fucking pissed. Pissed that I had him put behind bars. His hand threaded my hair and he twisted, tugging it as he jolted his hips, pushing further into the back of my throat so that my skull was the only thing that stood between his cock and the wall behind me.

I could feel the warm fluid of my arousal from his aggression pooling between my thighs. I knew that he would fuck me until my body was completely depleted of movement—and then some. He groaned with pleasure, hissing air vigorously through his teeth as he pumped his hips into me, my head banging on the wall with each thrust. I choked and gagged as he repeated, aiming for the hilts of my throat.

I hadn't the ability for a single word around his cock. Not that I would object…but I would rather he fucked my ass or pussy—or both. I tried to ask, but it was merely an inaudible gargle.

"Have something to say, do you?" Roe panted, his chest moving rapidly as he caught his breath. I couldn't reply—again—so I chuckled through whatever gaps were between his shaft and my lips. He reacted instantly and shoved himself into me again, harder, tugging my head backward so that he reached further, past the flat of my tongue, while somehow lifting my body slightly up off my knees.

I coughed and strained from the pressure, but he didn't relieve me. I looked him dead in the eye, smiling with my own, staring straight into his soul, exposing my teeth slightly before lowering my gaze to his length. His nose flared.

"I'm the last person you want to piss off right now, missy. You don't have metal bars protecting you at night anymore. Not even your own brother wanted to come and fuck you. He sent me. You're fucking lucky I haven't told him about your fuck up yet," he warned. I paused…for a moment.

Why he hadn't, I didn't know. But in the mood I was in, I did not give a flying fuck. If you're going to fuck me, then do it. If you're going to tell him, then fucking do it. If you're going to kill me, then do it.

Just one little bite. That might get him going, then the real pain comes. I tightened my grip around him, just enough that he couldn't move back unless he wanted teeth marks on his cock.He panicked, fear in his gaze.

"Don't you fucking dare, you little bitch."

But of course, I never listen.