Page 23 of Rising from the Ashes

“I love when you beg for me, little bunny.” He groans, as his strong hands grip my ass tighter with each thrust.

“You’re taking me so well.” He leans his head back, as he fucks me. “Your pussy is so tight around my cock.”

“Oh, fuck! Shado, fuck!” I cry out, gripping his corded forearms.

He looks at me as he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts, smiling, “This is my pussy to fill, no one else’s.”

“Do you understand, Calista?” He growls, tightly gripping my throat with one hand as he slams inside of me harder.

“Yes! Yes, please!” I beg as I dig my nails deeper into his arms.

My release is teetering on the edge when I can feel the warmth of his arousal fill me.

“Come, Cal. Now.” He demands as he continues thrusting deeper inside of me.

My pussy tightens around his cock as my orgasm pours out of me. Shado slows his thrusts down to a languid pace as I ride out the shockwaves of my release.

Shaking, I lean my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath. I can feel his chest heaving beneath me as he slowly pulls his cock from me. Carefully setting me back on my feet, he leans down and pulls my pants up over my ass. Then he readjusts his pants, slides his mask back over his face, and picks up our weapons.

Nodding to Craye in the corner, he says, “Now, I want to see my girl work.”

“Oh…now you want a show?”

“Fuck yes, I do. Make him scream, bunny.”

Chapter eight

Calista

Shado piles Craye’s limp body into the back of the van. He is in and out of consciousness with the blood loss from the wound in his right shoulder.

The fucker better not die on me before I get the information I want.

As I mount my bike, Shado calls out, “See, it comes in handy doesn’t it?”

Laughing, I shake my head while putting my helmet on, “Just meet me at headquarters.”

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Pulling up to headquarters behind Shado’s van, I see him pulling Allister out with a black bag over his head. He’s stumbling alongside Shado as he gets dragged into the back entrance of the mansion.

At least he's alive.

Catching up to Shado, we both take turns placing our fingers on the blood scanner, waiting for the sting of the prick. After reading our temperatures via the serum, the red laser light scans each of our eyes. When it flashes green, the back doors open leading to the elevators. Crossing the white marble floors, we press the button outside of the elevator, patiently waiting for it to open. Once inside, we are forced to repeat the excessive process to obtain access to the lower levels where the interrogation and persuasion takes place.

My poor fingers.

I’ve learned to rotate them out. Eventually scar tissue will develop and I need to be able to feel my arrows against the drawstring.

“P-please, let me go. I’ll g-give you whatever you want.” Craye croaks out, struggling against Shado’s strong grip and the ties that bind his wrists.

“P-please, I have a d-daughter,” he pleads.

“Aww, suga, I’d save the begging for later.” I lean over, whispering next to the bag, patting him on his right shoulder. I can hear him groan as the pain shoots through his body.

Standing up, I glance over at Shado. “He was half-dead when we left the docks.” I point out, confused as to why he is more awake and the bleeding has slowed.

Shado smirks, looking up at the square counting down the floors, “Epi and Lidocaine. Slows the bleeding. I want you to have as much fun as you can.”

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