More tears. More sobs. Another nod.
“That’s because you’re a good girl,” I praise. “My good girl. Takes a fat cock in her ass even though it hurts.”
I slide two fingers into her cunt, hooking her with them. She arches her back up off the bed, squeezing her ass around my dick. It’s easy to find her G-spot. It practically throbs with need for affection. I stroke and pet it. Her cunt is slick around my fingers. Needy as fuck. As I fuck her with my fingers, I buck my hips. She cries and trembles and squeals. It hurts. It hurts so fucking bad, and yet she craves it. Fucking needs it.
“Come all over my fingers, pretty girl, and I’ll let you have my cum in your ass. Is that what you want? Or do you want me to stick my dirty dick in your pussy? You want me to fill you up so you can fucking carry my kid? You want to be my old lady, don’t you?”
My words drive her mad. She writhes and whimpers and begs. Nothing coming from her mouth makes any sense. Just crazy, garbled words mixed with moans.
I fuck her with my fingers until she loses it. Her body seizes with her orgasm, squeezing the fuck out of my fingers and dick. Juices leak all over my fingers. I yank out of her ass, loving the scream that rips from her lungs, before replacing my fingers with my cock. I stuff her teenage pussy with my big, daddy cock, knowing I’m going to mark her and fill her as mine.
She makes me lose control.
And I do.
In this moment, I lose all sense of reality.
I fuck her hard, bruising, punishing. I fuck her until her screams become sobs. Then, I groan out my release. I dig my fingers into her hips, pinning her as I grind my body against her, as deep as I can go. My dick swells and then releases every bit of cum in my balls. I fill her the fuck up until I’m spent and exhausted. Collapsing on her, I nuzzle my nose in her hair, trying to memorize her scent.
I can’t keep her.
Not with these fuckers coming up on my property looking for her.
She’ll be caught in the crossfire.
Gently, I kiss her ear. “Good girl. So fucking good. Now get dressed. We’re going to see your friend.”
“He’s not my friend,” she says stubbornly.
“Then it won’t upset you to see me kill him.”
Everyone stares at me as I enter the slaughterhouse with Hadley tucked under my arm. She’s changed into jeans and a hoodie. The girl is clingy as fuck now that I broke her with my dick. Her fingers stay tangled in my shirt and her head rested against me. I can’t say I hate this. It feels good to have her glued to my side. Too good.
I slap her sore bottom—the little asshole I ravaged only fifteen minutes ago—making her whimper. “Go sit over there next to Bermuda.”
Bermuda scoots over on the bench and pats the wood. I give him a warning glare that he no doubt interprets. She practically reeks of my scent. My cum drips out of her pussy still because I wouldn’t let her clean up. I want them to smell my claim on her.
“Prez got some pussy,” Dragon says with a chuckle. “Must be nice.”
I ignore him to walk over to the man sitting in a chair in front of the now blazing fireplace. He has a sack over his head and has been tied to the chair with unforgiving rope.
Yanking the sack off his head, I glower down at him.
“Hammer?” my fucking girl croaks. “Why are you here?”
His face is bloodied and bruised, no doubt Payne’s doing. “Came for you, bitch. Miss me?”
She trembles and Bermuda hugs her to him. Normally, I’d get pissed at Bermuda touching her, but I’m more angry at the way Hammer looks at her as though she’s a piece of meat he wants to eat.
Mine.
I walk over to a hacksaw hanging on a peg before turning a wicked look his way. “Hammer, huh. You look more like a hacksaw.”
His eyes widen. “Dude. What the fuck?”
“I should be saying the same goddamn thing. You came up on my property. Big balls to do that.”
“W-What do you want? Information?” He eyes the tool warily. “I ain’t loyal to Magna.”
“Apparently loyal enough to come here,” I growl. “Why does he want Hadley?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Because he wants her pussy?”
“Wrong.”
“I said I don’t fucking know!”
I take a step toward him and he shudders. Dragon laughs.
“Is she valuable to him?” I demand.
“I don’t know, man. Come on. Let’s talk about this.”
“I’m trying, but you don’t have the answers I want.”
He starts struggling when I kneel in front of him. His wrist is bound to the chair. I line the jagged metal strip of the saw just past the rope where his wrist meets his hand. His screams are otherworldly as I begin hacking through the flesh and bone. It doesn’t take long before his hand falls to the dirt.
“Dragon,” I growl. “Fire.”
Dragon pounces on the hand. He slaps Hammer in the face with it a few times, laughing wildly. Payne walks up with duct tape and starts staunching the bloody stump with the tape. Hammer continues to scream. Dragon has a little too much fun face fucking Hammer with his own fingers before he unceremoniously tosses the hand into the fire.
“Tell me why Putnam wants the girl,” I say calmly to Hammer.
He chokes on his sobs but nods quickly. “He…He loves her like a niece.”
His words startle me. “What? He was gonna fuck her eventually.”
“Can you blame him?” Hammer chokes out. “She’s fucking hot.”
Gritting my teeth, I drop to my knee. He starts screaming again when I begin sawing through his leg, just below the knee. The man thrashes to no avail. It takes a bit of effort, but I eventually relieve him of his leg. Dragon happily scoops it up and tosses it in the fire. Payne is back with more rope to serve as a tourniquet. This isn’t our first rodeo.
“What should I cut off next?” I taunt. “Your dick?”
Hammer, the big badass biker, passes out.
Hadley
I’m going to puke.
This is sick.
And here I thought Magna was a psycho. Koyn tops the psycho list right now with his buddies trailing in at a close second. Bermuda hugs me tighter like he might be able to calm my erratic heart.
It’ll never calm.
Not after witnessing such horrors.
One of the guys is doing something from the shadows. I see a flick of a flame. I’m unable to look as I’m focused solely on Hammer. Filter steps out with a syringe. His features are dark and fierce as he approaches Hammer.
“What’s that?” I hiss to Bermuda.
“Crystal meth. Wake his ass up. Prez isn’t done with him.”
I cringe as Filter shoves up the sleeve of Hammer’s good arm. He presses the needle into his skin and then pushes the contents into him. Like a man being electrocuted, Hammer jolts and his eyes open.
“What. The. Fuck?!” he roars, once again thrashing.
“We were at the part where you were telling me why Putnam wants Hadley,” Koyn says in a cold voice. “And then you were going to tell me where the hell he is.”
“Fuck you,” Hammer spits. “Fuck all of you.”
Koyn shrugs and starts sawing on Hammer’s shoulder of the arm he just took the hand from. The man screams but doesn’t pass out. Even when Koyn rips the appendage off with a grunt. This time, Koyn throws the body part into the fire.