Page 219 of Falling in Reverse

“You need help?” My grin must speak volumes as I quickly flick my own gaze down the length of his methed-out, lanky frame.

He steps the fuck back like I just shocked him with it, obviously a homophobe to his very core, and I begin unbuckling Bay’s tiny shorts.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hollers out, flaying in all directions, squirming against my body as I sandwich her between my Audi and me. “Motherfuckin’ piece of shit!”

“Not any bigger than your South Shore slum, sweetheart,” I sneer back. “You wanna ride me bare?” My own words send a second wave of nausea coursing through my body at how foul and unpalatable they sound. If she’s extremely lucky, I’m not going to throw up all over her.

“Are you gonna even be able to find my pussy, dickhead. I bet you're packing the mini version of a grown man.” A bunch of ow’s and high fives sound behind me, but I ignore them and her.

She doesn’t mean it—I think.

“Let’s find out”—I shove her jeans down her thighs and step between the crotch area with the heel of my shoe to bring them down to her ankles—“if I can make you scream or just stare at me.”

I remove my semi-hard cock from my own pants and Bay hits me with the largest and most fierce glare I’ve had the pleasure of seeing.

“Touch me,” she seethes as I lift her by her thighs and wrap those sexy legs around me. “And I will personally make sure The Nameless chop your entire dick off.”

The boys chuckle harder and taunt her to make it happen. That they’re nothing but a bunch of pussies trying to make a name for themselves and this is going to help him.

My used to be future girl is going to hand over a story for them to spread and boost about. South Shore isn’t even their enemy by right, but if Levi Wallace finds out about this, I can probably confidently say that Emilio Wildes may be the least of my fucking worries.

“Gotta catch me first,” I taunt back and, making it look like I’m about to slide my dick inside what, I’m sure, is the tightest and most feel-good pussy around, I glide against her slit and to her ass.

Bay gasps loudly, only helping out with what I’m trying to make it look like I’m doing. I stay as close as I can to her, creating the illusion that I’m balls deep in her and not coming back up for anything less.

“Fuck.” It’s definitely not an act, her wetness slides against my growing cock, and what I’ve wanted since I met her is right within my reach. “So fucking good, sweetheart.”

Bay’s cuffed hands ball into fists and slam into my chest—once, twice, and three times. “Don’t call me”—My pelvis slams between her legs and she squeals out in pain. I didn’t mean to hurt her, but it’s better than someone actually trying to fuck her.

“Yeah?” I mock. “What are you gonna do about it?” I propel my body against hers, only rubbing my cock against her wet, teasing cunt and ass. “Fuck, I wonder if South Shore would sell this pretty pussy—” Her bound hands fly back to one side of her head, crashing into my cheek within the next second.

I chuckle darkly, welcoming the pain she’s inflicting.

Giving me something else to focus on besides defiling and humiliating the girl I’ve wanted to give me some attention toward.

I can kiss all that shit goodbye because this is it. She’ll never fucking talk to me again, and I can’t ever make this right. You definitely don’t fake fuck a girl in front of a bunch of horny pieces of shit and expect her to fall madly and deeply in love with you.

“Don’t like dirty talk?” I provoke through my teeth, fixing my focus on her, because I need an anchor. I need a fucking joint and this nightmare to end.

Literally about to wear the title of a Minute Man just so I can stop this shit as quickly as possible.

“Fuck her ass!” someone calls out, causing everyone else to get even rowdier, if that’s possible. “I wanna see blood!”

Bay makes a go at me again, and I catch a wrist while trying to keep her weight pinned to the car.

“Damn, man.” I see Greevy reach to touch one of her tits, and I fucking lose it. My cool gun is back in my palm and shoved underneath his noisy chin.

“Back the fuck off,” I snarl out, pulling back on the hammer in my last warning for him to either listen or lose his head.

He doesn’t take it.

In fact, he’s still looking at Bay with pure lust and hunger in his eyes. That given the opportunity, he’d really rape her against her will.

“Move her around so I can fuck her ass,” he mutters as if he’s in a mindless trance and all he can see is her. “I want a piece.”

Bending forward, I whisper in Bay’s ear, smelling the slight hint of motor oil stuck to the sweat of her skin, “Close your eyes, baby. And tell me when.”

“When.” I smile at her smart-ass, then glimpse over my chest at the ravenous piece of shit who wants my girl, and I don’t hesitate. I yank back on the trigger, his warm blood splattering all over my face as he slumps dead to the concrete.

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