Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Such a good girl, Fawn,” I say as she leans back and spreads her pussy lips with her hands.
Malachi attaches the third binder clip to her clit and helps her back to her knees before walking toward me.
“Such a perfect slut for us, Briar. Now crawl to us like the pathetic little whore you are.”
Briar lands on her hands and knees and slowly moves toward us. I gaze at her round belly hanging above the hardwood floor. I reckon Briar doesn’t know how sexy her curves are. How I’ve spent nights salivating over the softness of her body, or how all I want to do is grab onto her stomach and fuck her into oblivion.
“What are you, Briar?” I ask.
Her head tilts, and she gives me a blank stare.
I step forward and yank her head back with a fist full of her hair. “I asked you a question, Fawn. Did you forget how to speak?”
She glares at me, fire blazing from her soul. “I’m a girl who will do whatever is needed to not only survive but win.”
That’s the attraction of Briar, right there. It’s not her killer body, her pretty face, or that from the moment she was born, she cast some fucked up spell on me. It’s her damn fire. Briar is a warrior.
But as much as I take pleasure from her disobedience and revolutionary attitude, I also enjoy it too much when she submits to me. It’s a little fucked up. I would stand behind her back and let her lead an army, but when it comes to fucking, I want her on her knees begging for me. It’s a dualistic contradiction. I want her strong, but I also want her weak and broken. I used to believe I was deranged for wanting to hurt her when I care about her so much. It’s partly why I like pain—it’s punishment for the fucked up shit that goes on in my head.
“That’s not what I meant, Briar. Right now, while you’re naked, crawling to us like a common whore, what are you?”
Her lips turn up. “I’m a girl who will do what she needs to not only survive but win.”
Chapter 12
Malachi
(Two Years Ago)
There’s nothing I like more than breaking something sturdy. It’s easy to break something that’s already bent or has never gone through any tests of stamina or strength. But when you find someone who has gone through it but is still as hard as steel, it’s a fuckin’ challenge.
She’s a fuckin’ tiger. Ezra is going at her, and she’s completely helpless yet refuses to bend.
My dick is harder than it’s ever been in my entire life, and that’s saying something cause I like to fuck. I even fuck while killing people. One time, Dariyus fucked my ass while I stabbed a motherfucker fifty-six times. Nothing like coming in a pool of blood. So it’s a little wild that simply seeing this girl naked and on her knees has my cock pointing to the heavens, asking for damn salvation.
I have no idea what’s happening here. Ezra stands over her with a fist full of her hair, staring down at her like a lost puppy who finally found a master.
“We gonna fuck or not?” I ask.
They both turn to me as if I’ve revealed some dirty secret. Isn’t that the point of all this? We off whoever she wants us to kill, and we bang her as much as we want. I’d kill whoever she wanted for a blowie. She’s got some crazy cocksucker lips. It’d be fun seeing her suffocate on my cum and have it flow from the sides of her mouth while she struggled to breathe. That suffocation shit Dariyus is into finally seems hot.
“Think you forget your place, Fawn,” Ezra says as he slaps her face with his cock. “Oh, pretty girl, open your mouth, or you won't like what happens next.”
Briar smirks up at him before nodding toward me. “I’m not one of your little minions who jumps because you demand it.”
Did she just call me Ezra’s little bitch? “Why’d you nod at me when you said that?”
She smiles, and my cock twitches. “Isn’t that what you are? His pathetic fuck boy who screws and kills at his command.”
With two strides, I’m in front of her. I shove Ezra aside and grip her hair in the same place he did a moment ago. “Ezra might still have some undying devotion to you but trust me, sweetheart, I’ve got none of that history.”
I pinch her nostrils, and her mouth opens wide, so I can shove my cock all the way down her throat. She flails, unable to take me in one thrust. “You’re so much prettier when you can’t talk and your mouth is full of my cock. Think I’ll make this a daily thing.”