Page 34 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

She’s amazing. I just want to pick her up, put her in my pocket next to my unicorn, and take her everywhere with me.

I sigh, running a hand through my blond hair, messing it up even more. I’m so turned on that my cock could hammer a nail into a wall, but I’m also pissed off that everyone can see Tillie and Nicky like this.

They’re mine! I should gouge out everyone’s eyeballs before they die for looking at what’s mine.

“Unzip my pants, pet,” Nicky instructs Tillie, his voice deep and sexy as fuck. He can keep that blank expression, a show for everyone else, but I see the affection as he looks down at Tillie at his feet. That and the burning desire in his darkening green eyes. My breathing is ragged as Tillie places her hands on Nicky’s legs and slowly slides her fingers over his pants, caressing his muscular thighs and stopping at his belt buckle. She’s on her knees, her face level with his zipper, and I bet he can feel her panting breaths through his pants. She glides down his zipper with confident hands, staring up at him like it’s just the two of them. “Take my cock out,” Nicky whispers, his shoulders tight with tension and the muscle in his jaw ticking.

Oh yeah. He’s fucking drowning in her, turned on even though he’s trying to hide it from Jin.

“We have five minutes before Dom gets here,” Dalton urges, his knuckles popping as he stares at the stage, deep in thought. He watches as Tillie licks her lips and curses under his breath.

“We don’t have to do anything. Look at him.” Logan crosses his arms, nodding his head to the other side of the stage.

I look and a grin starts to spread across my lips as Cruz’s face is turning a deep purple, his eyes a vile blue with rage and jealousy. It just gets better as Tillie pulls out Nicky’s cock and gasps with awe, like his cock holds all the answers she has ever needed. She’s not wrong. Nicky’s cock is long, curved, and has just the right amount of thickness. He could whip out his cock anytime, smack me with it, and I’d still ask for more. I’m always mesmerized by the tattoo of a forked tongue and fire that starts at the base of his cock, traveling all the way to the tip. That tattoo hurt, he was out for weeks, but it was worth it. I love how the dragon starts out on his rib cage in black ink, and the head's on his hip bones with an open mouth and razor-sharp teeth. It makes me shudder in delight. I’m going to lick it next time, take my time exploring his sinful body with my tongue.

“Lick,” Nicky grinds out, his hands flexing at his sides, like he wants to grab her and make her swallow his whole cock in one thrust. Tillie pants over his dick, her wide, dilated eyes staring up at Nicky with lust glittering in her big, brown gaze. I grip my cock over my pants, squeezing it to ease the pressure as she sticks her tongue out between parted red lips and licks the enlarged tip. She moans loudly and eagerly swirls her long tongue around the large mushroom head again, gathering the drops of pre-crum with the tip of her tongue. A string of saliva and cum follows back into her mouth as she licks her red lips. “Good girl,” Nicky breathes out. He can’t help himself now as he shows a hint of emotion.

My gaze whips towards Jin and I see murder and disgust in his gaze as he looks at the stage. He says something to Franco, who nods with a smirk and then Jin brings the microphone to his mouth.

“Bidding starts at one million.” Jin’s voice echoes in the pit along with the shouting ofguestsas they start filling out the bidding papers and demanding the goons with silver trays hurry the fuck up so their bids make it back to Jin.

I start to take a step in Jin’s direction but Logan catches my shoulder, stopping me.

“Showtime,” he says, sounding amused as he turns his gaze towards Cruz, who is fighting Carlos as he tries to hold him back from reaching the stage.

“One minute. Get your masks out,” Dalton gruffs out, pulling a skeleton mask out from the inside of his suit jacket.

Logan insisted we all wear black suits tonight that match. I’m currently wearing another thin jacket under my Armani jacket. It’s for Tillie, along with the extra mask I have for her. If all goes according to plan, we should be able to get out of here unnoticed and save all the women being traded in the process without anyone knowing. We just have to wait for Dom to show up.

Nicky grasps Tillie’s cheeks in the palm of his hands, his thumb stroking over her lush lips that are parted a breath away from his cock.

“Suck,” he growls out, oblivious to everything else around him, and I don’t blame him. I’d gladly die happy if the last thing I saw was Tillie’s lips wrapped tight around my hard cock.

The bidding piles up on the trays and Jin and Franco seem pleased as the amount rises higher and higher.

“Ten million!” Jin declares through the speakers, and theguestslose their minds as they shout at an increased volume that makes it feel like I’m in the stock market.

I’m not even sure if he’s auctioning off Tillie or Nicky, probably both. Selling his own son, his only male heir, tells me he doesn’t give a shit. Jin can see what Nicky tries so hard to hide, and that’s his feelings for those he cares about. That’s a weakness in the triad leader's eyes.

“Get your hands off her!” Cruz screams bloody murder, his voice contorted with rage as he smacks his elbow back, knocking it into Carlos’ nose. Blood spurts out as he howls in pain, letting go of Cruz, who makes it to the edge of the stage. He grips the platform and is about to jump up but the triad bodyguards stop him before he can get to Tillie. No one touches Jin’s merchandise because that’s how he sees Tillie, and I think Cruz is just now finding that out as he’s shoved away by five guards. “Tillie! Don’t you fucking put your lips on him! I own you, cunt!” Cruz yells up at the stage as he struggles between the guards, his face a deep red as Tillie stops inches from Nicky’s cock and looks over at him with a sneer on her pretty face.

I’m so fucking proud of her as she levels a glare at Cruz and basically saysfuck youas she turns back to Nicky, sliding her parted, wide lips around his cock with a long swallow until her nose is brushing his pelvic bone. That’s my girl.

My grin widens when Cruz struggles harder against the guards with a roar of rage as he watches Tillie deep-throat Nicky. The smile slips off my face as he whips out a gun from his pants and shoots two of the guards. All hell breaks loose after that.

Screams pierce the air and hysterical shouts of chaos are all around. Just as I slip on the skeleton mask, bullets rain down from above near the stages.

“Dom’s here,” Logan says as he walks away and pulls out his gun, aiming for Cruz.

Cruz looks around frantically, shooting bullets towards the guards, and almost misses Logan with his gaze, but then Cruz whips his head back just as my brother strides towards him, his gun raised with a shot to kill. Dalton and I split up; I’m hunched down and running towards the stage. Nicky grabs Tillie, covering her with his body as bullets rain down from everywhere. I glance back at Logan and see him pull the trigger once he’s close enough to Cruz. The fucker sees Logan approaching with the barrel of the gun pointing at his head, and at the last second, Cruz grabs Carlos, moving him in front of his body, using him as a human shield. I chuckle in delight at Carlos’ surprised expression as the bullet sinks into his forehead. His body jerks back as Logan continues to shoot bullet after bullet into him. At least one problem is solved, Carlos is dead.

“Nicky!” I shout at the very edge of the stage and beckon him over as he looks up, relief heavy on his face.

He wraps an arm around Tillie’s waist and drags her over to me as I raise my arms up for her to hop down. Nicky slides her into my hands and glides off the stage as he zips up his pants, pulling his mask out next from his back pocket.

“Give her the mask now, we don’t have much time,” Nicky rasps, his chest heaving, probably from the show they put on and the bullets kicking up cement as they explode into the walls around our crouched forms.

“Shit. Where are Dalton and Logan?!” Tillie grabs my hand in a tight grip as I slip the mask over her face.

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