Page 256 of Deceit

I bob my head, feeling her squeezing me like a vice and I’m trying to chill the hell out.

“Always fuck me until you can’t see.” Her lips come up to the corner of my mouth and to my cheek. “I can’t wait for you to get me pregnant—“ I come so hard that I barely hold on to her and myself against the wall.

I repeatedly plunge inside her until I can’t breathe right and she follows me, milking my cock dry.

“Fuck,” I roar against her cheek.

“Again?”

“Baby,” I warn, gently placing her down. The moment her feet hit the floor, we hear an agonizing male scream from her living area.

Emmy jolts and I pull her into me. “The boys are having fun first, let them. They’re upset and they can’t fuck you so let them fuck him up.”

She nods. “Okay.” She lifts her chin. “Can Lucien come in now?”

“Not until you put your clothes back on.”

She smiles at me, puts on her bra and shirt, and opens the door to call out for the doc.

He comes back in, bitches at the fresh blood on her side, and glowers at me.

He knows what the hell I did.

And I don’t give a fuck.

There is so much blood on the black tarps that I can actually see the deep color contrast against it. Alexander is half-conscious; the boys had already done a number on him while Lucien was half-ass operating on Bishop’s shoulder, getting the bullet out and stitching him up. To Bishop’s utter displeasure and qualms of “being a waste of time”.

He wants this done and behind me.

I’m anxious as all hell.

The scene outside my bedroom was the darker side of B723. Each member leaving their signature mark on his flesh.

Marty’s waterboarding and a deep gash to his gash to Alexander’s bicep where he’s cut the sleeve of his shirt off.

Kyson skinning his forearm, neck, and collarbone to where I don’t see any skin remaining.

Mills and a car battery. Add that with Marty’s water, and you have what he calls hisPikachu lightning boltor some shit.

Then Blue, the girl is a mess with the crap she likes to pull, but Alexander has a gunshot and a few stab wounds to the other leg. The end of her knife still poking from his thigh.

Bishop walks out with me, fingers laced in mine, capturing the immediate attention of the room. Four pairs of eyes fall on us, each holding a different emotion.

Rage.

Bitterness.

Sadness.

And proud.

Mills steps forward first, his face solemn until he stands in front of me, cracking his boyish smile. “We left a little bit of him for you, Lou Boo.”

I open my mouth to tell him thank you, but I choke on a sob.

Bishop squeezes my hand tighter, and Mill wraps his arms around me, letting me take comfort in his chest for a moment.

“Let’s end this and move on,” he mutters against my temple.

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