Page 10 of Loki's Luck

I’m so far gone. I don’t care if they all stay to watch. I want this man. More than anyone I’ve ever seen in my life. Something about him calls to me but makes me ache at the same time, and not just my picky kitty. There’s just something so unhinged and dark about this man. I want all of it, all of him.

“Fuck, let me up. Get me the hell out of here. That crazy bitch glued my dick to the table, and your dry fucking is only making me hard, and it fucking hurts!” the psycho stalker begs from the table.

I pull my Tiffany blue 360 out from behind my back and take the shot, not even looking, just as I hear another gun go off, and I look over. The man kissing me breathless, apparently named Loki, has his gun pointed at the same spot. We both look over and see the dead man on the table. One bullet in his forehead, one through his eye.

“My shot went off first!” I say when he opens his mouth.

“Liar. I killed the fucker. Mine was the final blow,” he argues.

“You are full of shit. He was my kill,” I say, getting angry. He just smiles at me as we both drop our guns to the counter behind us.

He smiles, then leans in, and I seal my mouth to his. Fuck, he is so fucking hot. I need all of him. Now.

“How much time do we have?” I ask, going for his belt. I peel off my bloody shirt, smearing more gore down my chest when I get that undone.

“They won’t wait long, but right now, you have me on the fucking edge. I won’t need that long,” Loki says, ripping my bra off and taking my whole breast in his mouth. I throw my head back, moaning. “When I get you to my fucking bed, you won’t be leaving for a long, long time. God, pet, you were made for me.”

His talk has me pushing closer and closer to my peak, but I need him inside me. I reach between us and shove my hand down his pants, wrapping around his hard and slightly frightening dick. This thing is huge and thick. Fuck, he’s going to rip me in two, and I can’t wait.

“What’s that smile for?” he asks, grunting and shoving more of his cock into my small hand.

“Just thinking of all the pleasure you’re going to give me with this fucking tree trunk you got here. You know how to use it, right?” I ask, smirking. He gives me a growl and a smile before reaching down and ripping the shorts and panties right off my body.

“I’m pretty sure I know how to fuck your world up. Sure you want to take that ride with me, pet?” he asks, and I lift a brow at him. I love it when he calls me pet.

“Bring it on, big guy, ride me to the depths of hell and fuck me all the way back,” I tell him as he shoves all the way inside me. I throw my head back and scream in pleasure as he pumps harder into me. I can’t keep my voice down. The way he’s filling me, crushing me, fucking me. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. I want to feel him everywhere, every inch of skin, all of him.

“Fuck, I’m going to fill up that kitty so full of my cum,” he growls, and that snaps my head up.

“I’m not on the pill. May want to pull out,” I warn him breathlessly.

“Fuck that. This just makes trapping you with me forever much, much easier. You’re fucking mine,” he says and laughs as I smile and explode, feeling him go over with me.

Fuck, he is just as crazy as me… maybe even crazier. This man is fucking perfect. Does that mean I need to step up my game?

Six

LOKI

I’m just buckling my pants when Swift walks back into the room. Halle left to get dressed, but I can still see blood rubbed all over her flawlessly tan skin when she returns. That means she didn’t take a shower. Good. My pet still has my cum right where I want it, between those gorgeous fucking legs of hers. Any fucker comes near her will sense my mark. If they don’t, then I’ll take pleasure in slitting their throat for getting too close to what’s mine.

“You know, I don't think your room at the clubhouse is soundproof, brother,” Swift tells me casually as he walks past.

“Good thing my house will be done next week then, huh? Until then, y’all will just have to be blessed with the beautiful sounds of me and my woman fucking,” I tell them all with a big-ass smile.

“Such a romantic,” Hitter scoffs before looking at Halle. “You’re so lucky.”

“I know, right?” she sighs dreamily as I walk over and pull her back into my arms. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist.

“Nope, not again. I ain't waiting outside this shitty place for you two to finish up again,” Grease grumbles.

“Fine!” I say, pulling back. “Someone get a fucking spatula and peel this guy off the table.”

“I don't think a spatula is going to work. Damn, darlin’, what the hell did you do to this guy?” Beau asks, looking at the table in disgust.

“I was just having a little bit of fun. I didn’t really get to play with him the way I would have liked since you all interrupted playtime,” Halle says, growling like a little kitten at the dead body. Fucking hell, how is she so damn perfect? It’s like she was made inch by inch for me and me alone.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re okay,” Beau says, walking her way, arms open. Halle pulls away and hugs him back, but I let out a low growl. I’m about to grab her back when she turns to me with a scowl that’s set in stone on her face.

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