Page 42 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

My legs tremble in Tey’s hold, my stomach clenching, and my hearing is only narrowed down to the sound of our bodies slapping together.

“Ah! Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Please, don’t stop!” I scream out, my pussy convulsing around their cocks and squeezing tighter the harder they rut into me.

I can’t stop, it feels like it’s never going to end. Each time they slide their cocks back out, I squirt, making a mess all over us. Ecstasy flows throughout my body, leaving me feeling high and dizzy.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m coming.” Tey grunts, his hips jerking, and a second later, with a roar, he fills me up with jet after jet of thick cum.

Nicky groans deeply, but his cock never stops thrusting, even as cum spills out of me. His whole body is tight, muscles straining, and his eyes are wild. He’s holding back.

“Let go,” I grit out, grinding up against him as his body shakes.

His head tilts back, resting on his broad shoulders as he starts to come, his face contorted in bliss. His neck muscles and veins pulse as his cum coats my inner walls, spurt after spurt. He stops himself from collapsing onto Tey and I by gripping the chair over our heads once more, his breathing rough near my ear. We don’t move, the only sound in the room is our panting breaths.

“I must be dead. I’m not even mad about it,” Tey wonders out loud. He sounds delirious and happy.

I laugh and let out a groan as my pussy flutters around their cocks. Nicky lightly kisses my lips with his soft but swollen mouth before he pulls back, his gaze down as he watches his cock slide out of me. Tey lets go of my legs and lifts me, his cock slipping free and slapping against his abs. I can't help but watch the cum gush out of me. Our cum. It’s a lot. Nicky slides his fingers through it and pushes most of the cum slowly back inside of me, making me moan at the pinch of pain and pleasure.

“I like this, seeing your messy pussy covered in our cum,” Nicky says as he stares at his fingers pumping in and out of me, his tone possessive and hard.

“Hell yeah. Is it baby-making time?” Tey asks excitedly and I wiggle, trying to sit up but Tey grabs my hips to hold me still.

“I’m kidding, sweetcheeks. I haven’t canceled your doctor's appointment for the birth control shot. Don’t worry. I got this. Let’s go use that big-ass tub in Dom’s room and snack on cheese with some wine!” Tey rambles, sitting up quickly with me in his arms. He hands me over to Nicky in excitement before dashing out of the room, buck ass naked.

“What… What just happened?” I ask in amusement and a hint of fear.

He really wouldn’t mess with my birth control, would he? Who the hell am I kidding? He is not making any future doctor appointments for me or coming with me. Christ. If he had his way, I bet there would be a bunch of babies crawling around here that look just like Tey.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, pet. You did so good.” Nicky avoids my question, leaning down to kiss my temple and I can feel his lips moving against my skin.

I love you.

Dalton

“This shit is fucked up, Prez,” Axel comments from beside me on his bike, the faint glow of his cigar is the only thing to be seen in the alleyway.

I grunt, agreeing with him as I watch federal agents surround the area a block over at a crappy apartment complex. Dom brought a moving van to the warehouse, and we loaded up the scared women and children in there while making sure our faces were covered with the skeleton masks. It makes me sick to my stomach seeing their dirty, hollow faces. At least these people have a chance now, a new life they can make for themselves.

“I’m heading out. Going to meet Logan. Watch and make sure it all goes smoothly,” I order, clapping Axel on his back as I rev my bike and pull out onto the street.

The wind whips in my face and the bike vibrating beneath my calloused hands calms my thoughts for the brief moment I have before I arrive at my destination. Downtown Chinatown. Tonight was a clusterfuck. Every single time… every goddamn time I witness Jin’s sex trafficking ring, I feel more and more helpless. I’ve known Nicky for a long time now, and I've seen what his father's business does to him. It eats you alive from the inside, rotting and festering until not much is left. I’m sure if Nicky didn’t have us growing up, I wouldn’t even recognize who he’d be to this day. Probably just like Jin.

There was a while there, I feared he was turning out like the stone-cold monster his father is. I think my little bitch brought back that spark of hope with her strength and the ability to move forward in life, no matter what is thrown her way. She’s it for me, and I’ll be damned if someone tries to take her from us. I’ll strike a match and watch everything burn without remorse just to have her at my side.

Seeing her tonight on that fucked up display stage filled me with so much rage. I was seconds away from snapping necks and leaving a trail of bodies in my wake. The only thing that stopped me was the power she held over everyone, no one could look away. They were captivated as she knelt at Nicky’s feet, but in reality, she was standing taller than anyone else in that pit. Seductive, with a lure you can’t help but want to touch to make sure she's real. I know she can handle anything, even when her body shakes with vulnerability or the fear that grips her tight. In the end, she’s always going to come out standing, and that right there is power. Something Jin or Franco will never have.

I know why she ran onto that stage and protected that little girl. It’s in her blood to keep fighting, but now Jin has his sights on her even more. She ruined his business tonight and made him look weak, and that’s not going to go over well. We need to bring them down faster before it’s too fucking late.

That cocksucker is a coward. My old man used to say the same thing. He hides behind his business and lets everyone else do his dirty work. The Feds won’t get anything from the women and children about who kidnapped them. Jin never showed his face. Even tonight, he was the voice of the show but stayed in the shadows. The moment gunshots went off, he disappeared and left his son to handle the rest. Little does Jin know, Nicky has been tipping off the Feds for years, telling them whenever someone was sold.

Being a hacker comes with its perks. You can hack into anything without ever showing your face, and spill secrets that most people wish they could take to the grave. Jin’s days are numbered, and I can’t wait to see Nicky take over the triad, his father watching as his son gains power just before his death.

I stick to the backstreets, going the speed limit because wearing a Hell’s Devils vest is a beacon, and the last thing I need is to be pulled over by a cop who isn’t on Franco’s payroll.

Before long, I’m pulling into the crowded streets of downtown Chinatown. I figured it would be deserted, but no. People stroll by, the smell of food permeating the air and bright lights giving the illusion it’s not one in the morning.

I pull up to the curb outside another one of Jin’s buildings. This is where most of the drugs ship out from, and his office is above the restaurant that he owns. Shutting off my bike, I run my hand over my hair with a sigh. Showtime.

Striding into the restaurant, everyone turns to look at me with suspicion as they eat their meals. Most are the Triad taking up space to watch who’s coming through the door, but if you live in this neighborhood, you know to look the other way if you aren’t working for Jin. I don’t bother looking at anyone, instead, I walk into the kitchen like I own the place and ignore the hateful looks thrown my way. Yeah, they don’t like bikers and it’s very obvious.

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