Page 25 of Dark As Coal

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With her words on repeat in my head, I hoped like fuck I wasn’t about to make the biggest mistake of my life.

She wanted all of me, well, she was going to fucking get all of me.

Starting right now.

I pulled my dick out of her tight body, tore the condom off, tossed it in the waste basket, stood up, pulled up my boxers, and jeans, then pulled my boots on and snapped at her, “Get some fucking clothes on.”

Then I moved to her door and waited.

She scrambled from the bed and pulled her clothes back on.

And yes, I took a moment to burn into memory the sight of her in my hoodie.

The moment she made it to me, I had her hand in mine and then was pulling her from the room.

Down the hall and into the main room.

The moment we stepped foot into it, every single pair of eyes was on us, not giving a fuck I said, “She wants all of me, so she’s getting all of me. No one interferes.”

And with that, I ignored the gasps of shock from the women, and the brothers that were slowly standing up to interfere. No. Fucking. Way. I pulled her out the back door and headed for the shed at the back of the property.

She didn’t say a word, not asking me to slow down, and normally, I would have slowed down, not wanting to cause her any pain.

But then her words played on repeat in my head, Been waiting my whole life for the right man to come along. And that man is on his knees behind me. Now, fucking give it all to me.

Not once did she ask me where I was taking her.

And I knew the amount of trust she placed in me because Adeline Faye Hartman could spit out words like it was nobody's business.

The moment we reached the shed, I pulled the door open, released her hand, and slid the bookcase to the side, then I grabbed her hand, flipped on the light, and led her down the concrete steps.

I didn’t bother replacing the bookshelf.

No one was going to be bothering us.

No one.

The moment we reached the bottom, the smell from the man who was tied to the chair in the center of the room hit me, but not like you would expect.

I turned my head to look at Adeline to see her with her arm over her nose and her eyes trained on the puddle beneath the man’s chair.

He had pissed himself.

Well, that just wasn’t good enough.

We would just have to see about that.

Because a man that can hold a little girl down and do unspeakable things to her, just pissing on himself wasn’t nearly enough humiliation.

I didn’t bother looking at her face.

I didn’t want to see the horror there.

Instead, I walked over to the wall that housed my favorite tools.

That was when I heard the guy’s whiney voice, “What are you going to do to me?”

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