“Crazy” by J2 plays over the speakers—the transition jarring from the fast paced song before— as she bends with my body, moving out from under me and standing as the slow tune plays over the speakers. I’ve always thought this song would work perfectly if you wanted a dramatic killing. She dances to the terrifying beat, then moves just behind me as the tempo picks up.
Her hands move to my shoulders, and she pushes as hard as she can, knocking me onto my front. Before she can get on top of me, I roll over, causing her to straddle my hips. My dick presses against her warm pussy through our clothes, and a shock of pleasure to shoot through me.
CHAPTERTEN
Her hips gyrate against mine,making me gasp from the friction. Fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve felt her warmth.
“Yes, Lucy Girl. Grind that pussy on my cock,” I growl out, pushing my hips up into her. But the second the words come out, she stops, tilting her head at me. Lucy’s bright eyes squint at me in anger.
“Oh, you want me to fuck you?” she asks, bewildered. I can’t help but smirk at her.
“Of course I want you to fuck me,” I grunt. Her hands move quickly to my pecs, pushing off of them so she can stand. Her finger comes to her chin in thought.
“Well, I guess I could grab my hair brush… It’s got a good and long handle on it.” I’m staring at her perfect fucking tits outlined in her tank top, so it takes a second for her words to register.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I spit at her. My eyes bulge at her.
“I told you. I won’t be giving you my pussy until you beg. That didn’t sound like begging, and I’m pretty certain you don’t have any strap-ons in this hellhole. But I could fuck your little asshole with my hairbrush,” she says matter of factly.
She wants me to beg her. I haven’t begged a woman for anything since… No, I’m not going to go there. I shake my head at her, trying to clear the thoughts I’ve got flying through my mind. Shockingly, the image of her fucking me with a strap-on makes my dick harden.Well, that’s something to explore later.
“Lucy, I can see the fucking wet spot on your damn yoga pants. Get back on top of me. It’s been too damn long,” I snarl at her. A sickly sweet smile stretches her lips, baring her teeth at me.
“Hmm, big tough Rax doesn’t want to beg. How sad. It could be so fucking good,” she says softly before turning toward the speakers and shutting off the music I didn’t even realize was still playing. She comes over to sit by me with her legs tucked underneath her.
“No, I don’t want to fuck you today. I want you to teach me how to get revenge,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. She looks just like the sweet Lucy I initially saw that day talking to Andrew. They were on their first date at a coffee shop, close to the studio they were practicing at. She had her hands holding her to-go cup, her chin resting on the top, looking at him with those big doe eyes. The idea of teaching her how to kill, to get revenge on those who have wronged her, makes my dick pulse.
“Well, that we can get started on. But tell me, Precious Girl… who is it you want to get revenge on?” I ask. I know I’ll be on that list, but I still hope I won’t hear her say it.
Sweet satisfaction floods my system when he asks who is on my revenge list, causing a shiver to race down my spine.
“Well, Rax, the first person on my list is you, the man who condemned me and doomed my life to this fucked up shit I’m living now. But I need you to teach me and probably help me with the rest of them before you get your turn.” I sneer at him from my place on the floor. He hasn’t moved from where I had him pinned. I rub my hands together in front of me as his Adam’s apple bobs at my words. He takes a second, savoring what I said, then nods.
“Next is the man who organized my kidnapping. He assaulted me and had his dogs chase me,” I say, looking down at the floor. “I want to make him know the terror that I experienced before you showed up.” My nostrils flare, hands shaking, as I snarl the words. A defeated huff leaves his lips.
“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but Angelo died. He was taken care of by Rogue, an assassin for the Gambit. But trust me, after you, Rogue’s the best person you’d want taking him out,” he says in an emotion-choked voice like he’s defeated that he’s disappointed me.
“That’s… really fucking annoying,” I rush out, clenching my jaw. Fuck, I wanted to stick several knives in his body and then, as he’s bleeding out, let his dog loose on his disgusting body. Rax sits up at the frustration in my voice, moving to take my hand, but I jerk back away from him.
“But we could practice on the men who helped drive your fake Uber? And I heard Angelo’s wife, Sullyn, was trying to restart the family business… kidnapping girls and selling them on the market. She could replace Angelo on your list if you wanted?” His voice lifts at the end of his question, hopeful that I’ll add another person to my revenge list. I can’t help but smile at the thought of making the dogs chase her and having this bitch run like I did.
“Hmm, that’s a good idea,” I whisper, leaning forward and pressing my lips to his in a reward for satisfying me in some small way.
“We’ll start tomorrow. I need to fucking come and then sleep. It was nice to dance again, but I’m fucking exhausted,” I remark, standing and walking away from him.
CHAPTERELEVEN
“Oh fuck, yes… yes!”I gasp as his tongue swirls around my clit. Jolts of what feels like lightning shoot from my nub all the way through my body and into my chest. My hands fly to his head, pressing his face closer to my pussy.
Big hands grip my hips roughly, tilting me up to just the right position for his mouth. I throw my head back as he pushes his thick tongue into my entrance, tasting every part of me he can.
I can’t contain the moan that leaves my lips at the sensations pulsing through me.
“Do you like it? Hmm? Do you want me to lick you more, Precious Girl?” his rough voice growls at me. I meet his eyes and can’t help the groan that leaves me. His eyes are lit up with need for me, and my cum is all over his face.
“No, Rax. More, now. Please, I want your cock. Fill me up, please. I need it,” I beg him. A smile that looks more like a baring of his teeth stretches his face.
“Hmm… Yes, Lucy. Beg for my cock. I’ll give it to you. I’ll fill you up, just the way you like it,” he promises. His body moves up and over mine. His cock lines up with my slit as he finishes his vow. “Ask again,” he demands.