Page 4 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

His underwear is a light, blush pink with two whole peaches on each butt cheek, and the writing just below his waistband sayssweet cheeks.

“Find something funny, peaches?” He turns towards me and I get a view of the front of his underwear, where there's more writing right over his dick.

Juicy.

I drop to my knees, tears clouding my vision as I clench my stomach in pain from laughing so hard.

“T–Tey. Oh, God. Please don’t ever change. I freaking love you,” I breathe out through my laughter, glancing up to see him staring down at me with so much hunger in his gaze that I immediately sober up.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me and not expect me to fuck your juicy pussy,” he mutters darkly, his voice rough as he reaches around me and unzips my skirt until it pools around my ankles.

“Get us the hell out of here, Tey, and you’ll have access any time you want.” I gesture towards the space between my thighs, feeling the low, pulsing throb of how empty I feel and the butterflies in my stomach from just the thought of him pushing his big cock inside me again.

“I’ll hold you to that promise, but knowing the guys, you're going to have to be wide open with a red light because my guess is they’re already looking for us. Be prepared for your pussy to know the shape of all of our cocks and to be walking like a cowboy for the rest of your days.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me before sitting down so he’s leaning against the pipe we’re chained to while grabbing my skirt.

I step out of the way and shuffle closer to him, plopping down on my ass right next to him with a heavy sigh. I don’t care that it’s hotter than hell in here and I’m melting like a popsicle, I need skin-to-skin contact with him to ground me. He rips my skirt into strips and holds up a piece in my face.

“Turn,” he demands, and I comply, giving him my back with my head bent near his chained-up hand so it’s easier for him to put my hair up into a ponytail.

His fingers slide through my messy hair, untangling knots and causing me to tilt my head back towards him more. I’m not used to being taken care of or the gentle way he handles me. He’s tough enough to send people running the moment they make eye contact with his wild, blue gaze, but once Tey decides you’re someone important to him, he’ll move heaven and hell to protect you. I know without a doubt I’m one of those people, and I'm glad I get to see this side of him. Although, I love his psycho ass too.

“Where did you learn to do this?” I ask, my voice coming out drowsy and content.

He’s quiet for a little bit, finishing up tying my hair into a high ponytail before I sit up and turn back towards him. He slides some flyaway strands behind my ear and sighs as he drops his arms, closing his eyes with his head tilting towards the ceiling.

“You know I grew up in foster care, bounced from house to house. It made me the way I am today. Every person who beat me down, the ones who told me I was a nobody and always would be… I don’t want that for the other kids. It’s the reason I stay where I’m at even though I’m eighteen. Someone has to look out for those kids, tell them they can make it out of here one day and be somebody. So, yeah. You need pigtails, a messy bun, or braids, I’m your guy. You’d be surprised how bossy an eight-year-old can be when she wants her hair a certain way, and people say I’m crazy… Girls are scary.” He pretends to shudder and glances at me out of the corner of his eye, his cheeks turning red.

Oh. My. God.

My ovaries are doing strange things, tightening and making it difficult to breathe, because right now, I want to give this man all the babies he wants.

I’m losing my mind, but that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, and now it’s my life mission to see him, or any of the guys, holding a tiny baby.

“I’m too freaking young, Tey, but damn, if I don’t want to have a gazillion bab—” My mouth snaps shut when the doorknob rattles and someone starts to walk in.

My heart pounds, the blood draining away from my face as a boot appears first, then a dirty jean pant leg, leading up to a vest that’s so familiar it makes me sick to my stomach, and finally, into eyes that give me endless nightmares.

“Hello, little bird. My, my. You escape your cage and make all sorts ofinterestingfriends, but don’t worry, I’m here now to bring you back right where you belong. Did you miss me?” Cruz's voice comes out emotionless, but the dangerous glint in his eyes causes my vision to blur as if I’m going to pass out any minute.

I just might. I’d rather be having my nightmare of being back in that fucking basement at the compound than actually having him stand here right in front of me. I’ll slit my wrists first before ever ending up in his clutches again. I want to say something, anything to show I’m not afraid, but my throat closes as my chest heaves up and down in panic.

“Hey, fuck face. Get fucked, you dirty cum stain!” Tey shouts, drawing Cruz's attention away from me to flick a fleeting, annoyed glance at Tey before he gazes back at me.

Cruz doesn’t see Tey as a threat. He wouldn’t, thinking he’s above everyone else. I don’t want him even looking or thinking about Tey. His attention needs to stay on me, no matter what, because he’ll punish me if he knows I have feelings for anyone else.

“I didn’t miss you. Honestly, I forgot you existed,” I reply back smoothly, trying to make my voice sturdy, but I think my trembling bottom lip gives away how terrified I am.

“You forgot me? Forgot how I pounded into your virgin asshole, making you sore and bloody? You can’t forget me, Tillie. I’m engraved in your skin. You hold scars I put there, and the scar tissue around your puckered asshole will always be a reminder that I’ve been inside you. Cover your body in tattoos to hide our time together, but make no mistake… I own you.” My world tilts on its axis, narrowing down until I can see only his eyes as he hurts me over and over again. My screams echo in my head from that night, making me wonder if I really did escape or if I’ve been dreaming of freedom this whole time. Something that will never be within my reach. “Now you're getting it.” Cruz crouches in front of me and slaps me hard across the cheek with no warning.

My head whips to the side from the force of the blow as I blink tears away. A whooshing sound is pounding in my ears, but I can see Tey yelling when my gaze clashes with his furious one. The burning on my cheek pulses, but this isn’t the first time I’ve been hit. Years of Payne taking his anger out on me and his obedience lessons have made it easy to push past the pain.

“I’m going to kill you,” Tey whispers so quietly and deadly that it causes goose bumps to break out on my arms.

Cruz ignores him, stroking the back of his hand over my stinging cheek before reaching for my hair like a cobra striking its prey. He tugs me closer as I yelp at the sudden hard grip.

“Time for obedience lessons.” Cruz’s menacing eyes contain the only emotion he’ll ever show. It shows just how sick he really is.

I am nothing. I feel nothing.

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