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I took off my shirt, kicked off my boots, and shoved my jeans down. Fuck it. At least I knew. I took two long gulps of the whiskey, capped the fucking bottle, and headed to the shower. I threw back the shower curtain, scaring Trixie, and stepped into the tub.

11

Trixie

If you don’t look out for yourself, nobody else will. Still, I wouldn’t say I liked the answers I was getting from the club. The agency in West Virginia was taking care of the mess we’d left behind. I’d told them to hold off on pressing the club. Yes, it was self-defense. No, I didn’t have to say it was.

I backed under the warm water spray, and Diesel placed his hands on the wall beside my ears. There was hurt in his eyes but also a savageness that roared to get out. I’d heard him and Gigi talking about the voices in his head, and I wondered what they were telling him then.

“Be nice,” I said.

“Your sister said the same thing when we showered together.” He let the water run over his head, and I watched it race down his neck and chest, following the beads all the way to his erection. Gigi had been a fool to walk away from a man like Diesel.

“Did you kill her?” I asked. “I don’t think you’d hurt a woman on purpose, but the entire club could hear Gigi screaming the night you fucked her at the club. The bitch could barely walk the next day. Accidents in the bedroom happen all the time.” Right. I needed him to believe I would forgive whatever he’d done to her.

“It wasn’t me, Trixie. You need to let that shit go.” He buried his face in the crook of my neck, and I let it go as he requested. I grabbed his dick, and the damn thing throbbed in my hand.

A large hand grabbed my ass, and I was suddenly around Diesel’s waist. He’d lifted as if I were a child’s play toy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

As he fucked me, Diesel mumbled as if he were talking to someone. Then I remembered the voices in his head. Then I remembered they usually showed up when someone needed to die.

Diesel opened his eyes and stared into mine, the darkness in his soul so apparent that I thought I would be joining my sister. He stopped fucking me, and his hand went to my hair, pulling my head back, warm water caressing my face. He closed his mouth around my left nipple and sucked. I grabbed my boob and squeezed. Diesel moaned and sucked harder. Did he know?

When it seemed like he’d had enough, he moved to my other nipple and sucked, hungry, starved. I squeezed, and he moaned again.

Diesel raised his head and kissed me, our mouths open, tongues in a tussle. He kissed me hard, sucking my tongue, his cock still in me, hard but still.

Neither of us came in the shower. I turned the water off and dropped to my feet. Diesel stepped out first and grabbed a towel, handing it to me. He grabbed his own, dried off, and tossed it aside. He waited until I was dry and grabbed me by the hand.

I knew he treated women right and didn’t mind being manhandled. It was good to know your place from time to time. He thought my place was with him, fucking me until I either passed out or screamed for help.

Diesel picked me up again, this time tossing me on the bed. The wild eyes had returned, and I knew what was happening, but I didn’t care. He was using me to take out his growing rage toward Gigi. Maybe I’d not been totally honest about what I overheard. Maybe I wanted to milk Diesel for information the way I’d milked Watcher.

I tried crawling away from him as he approached the bed, but a quick, strong hand around my ankle made me stop. I fought his advance, but he knew I did not want him to stop.

Diesel grabbed my other ankle and spread my legs. I thought he would fuck the hell out of me again, but he pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees.

He ate me furiously, licking and fucking with his tongue, his lips clamping down on my clit, his sucking power taking me to an edge I’d never been to. Two fingers found their way inside my wetness, stroking and fucking, twisting and turning, stoking an orgasm that made me sob like a baby.

Diesel moved to his feet and looked down at me, his prey, his conquered kingdom, the queen putty in his hands. He told me to turn over, but the orgasm had turned me into a ragdoll. He easily flipped me over on his own.

I felt his cock between my legs, and I raised my ass to make it easier to slide into my pussy. He did not. He gave me no warning, and I did not stop him. I wanted Diesel the way I wanted every man in that club. I would fuck every last one of them until I had the information I needed. Then, I would kill each and every one.

Diesel shoved his cock into my ass, and I lay there, grasping the sheets, biting into the pillow. I pushed back against the monster’s monster, wide, hot, throbbing. I saw stars of pain and felt my body tense, fighting the urge to stop him. I did not. I let him have me not because that’s what he wanted but because it was what I wanted.

I lay there and let him pound me, the bed creaking, the sound of skin slapping skin loud enough to alert those in other rooms. If someone came to the rescue, I would send them away to mind their own business and let Diesel finish what he had started.

My strength waned, and I let go of the sheets, my body bouncing up and down helplessly. Diesel came, and I felt every last hot jet of his come, filling, erotic, nasty, and degrading.

Diesel fell to the side and rested his head on the pillow. I wanted to move closer, but my weak, sweaty body refused my command to do so. Come seeped from the end of his cock. I wanted it but couldn’t have it.

“Still believe I killed your sister?” he asked.

“Do I think you could have fucked her to death? Absolutely.” Diesel was a gentle giant, and I didn’t believe he had anything to do with Kristen’s death.

“Yesterday, you said something about a bike sitting across the street from the hotel when you left, but wasn’t sure who it belonged to.” I struggled to turn on my side. “What businesses are on the street where the bike was parked?”

Diesel shrugged. His cock had finally deflated, and I knew I was safe for at least a few hours.

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