Page 22 of The Rise

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Rylan adds.

“I don’t. Not really, anyway.” Now, they both laugh as we walk over to the ride the girls are on. We stand here, watching them smile and laugh together. It does my heart good to see them like this after the hell they’ve lived through. Some days, it’s harder to smile than others, but I find myself smiling at them right now.

“Oh, shit. Hunter smiled,” Silas teases. Now, my smile is gone as I look over at him.

“Why don’t you fuck off.”

“No. I like it, man. It’s about time someone made your ass smile.” I shake my head and drag my eyes back to the girls. He’s right. I don’t smile much. There really isn’t anything to smile about in my world. We’re killers. It’s what we do. And yeah, it makes me happy we’re taking those kinds of assholes off this earth, but that doesn’t mean you smile about it.

“What are you doing here?” I hear her voice like nails on a fucking chalkboard. I turn slowly to see Cora standing behind me with her hands on her hips.

“What do you want?”

“I asked you a question,” she smarts off. The thought of choking her crosses my mind more than once.

“What the fuck does it look like, Cora? I’m at the damn fair.”

“With who?” The guys step up next to me, knowing I might cause a scene.

“With us. Why don’t you run along and find your friends before something bad happens, Cora,” Rylan warns her. She looks between us when I hear the girls laughing and coming closer. Tamsyn rushes into Ry’s arms as Angel does the same to Silas, but Lana? She stops and looks between the two of us, a torn look on her face. That is until I hold my hand out to her. At first, I think she isn’t going to take it, but then she reaches out and slides her hand into mine, and I jerk her against me. She stumbles and slams into me, knocking the air from her lungs.

“Who the hell is this?” Cora snaps, nodding at her. I keep my hold on Lana and start walking to avoid a situation that none of us are ready for, but Cora isn’t having it. She steps in front of us, pressing her hand against my chest. “Don’t just walk away from me.” The rumble that tears through my chest should warn them away, but Cora isn’t that smart, and I know it.

Lana, on the other hand, pulls her hand from mine, and before I can blink, her hand collides with Cora’s throat. The guys try to stifle their laughter as Cora chokes and coughs.

“He doesn’t want you touching him. So don’t,” Lana warns her. I look down at Lana, a little confused, but she never even looks back up at me. Cora stays bent over trying to catch her breath as we start walking again.

My cock is hard as hell after seeing that. I’ve never had a woman do anything for me. I grab her wrist and drag her toward the front of the line at the Tower of Terror. A few people curse, but the guys here know us now, so they don’t say shit.

“What are we doing?” she asks as I drag her through the first part and up the steps. We move through a few more levels before I get where I want to be. Then I pull Lana off to the corner where the extra chains hang. I shove her against the wall and then pull the chain down, wrapping it around her neck. Her eyes widen as she claws at the chain, but I’ve already secured it to her. Then I step back and look at her, take her in.

“Get this shit off me,” she yells as she tries to pull at it again. “It’s too tight.”

I shake my head as I take her in still. She’s not big at all. In fact, she’s smaller than most girls I’ve ever been with, but apparently, that doesn’t mean shit after what she did to Cora.

“It’s not tight enough,” I tell her, stepping back in and pulling it a little tighter. Her eyes widen when I step back once more. Then I move to her clothes. I need them off. I need to be inside her. I need to fucking own her because she’s driving me crazy. What she did is driving me crazy.

I move back in and unbutton her jeans, pulling them down her legs with her panties before removing them completely. Then I pull my knife from my pocket and flip it open. Lana watches me, unsure what’s happening now. Does she think I’m mad at her for what she did to Cora? Does she think I’m going to hurt her?

I step back in as I hold the knife by the handle and press it to her thigh. Lana sucks in a breath as I trail the tip up her thigh, nicking it slightly. She gasps as I look down at the blood blooming on her thigh. Then I drop down in front of her and run my tongue through it, tasting her.

“What are you doing?”

“If you keep talking, I’ll make the chain tighter.”

“Then answer me!” I chuckle and stand, grabbing the chain and pulling. It jerks her neck at an awkward angle and completely cuts off her air supply. Her eyes widen as she tries to pull in breath but she can’t. She looks at me, and I smile at her.

“I warned you not to talk.” She reaches up, clawing at my hands, but there’s no use. I’m not letting go. Her lips part, but nothing comes out as she struggles. When I start to see the fight leave her eyes, I release the chain, and it loosens. Lana sucks in as much air as possible while I drop back down to my knees and continue what I was doing.

I make another nick and lick the blood before turning the knife around and bringing the handle into my mouth while I look up at her. Her eyes are wild as she stares down at me. She wants to ask me again what I’m doing, but she won’t because she knows what will happen if she does. So she stays quiet. Once the handle is nice and wet from my spit, I slip it between her legs and begin to fuck her with the handle. Lana pants as I slide it in and out of her. I can hear people screaming as they go through the levels of the Tower of Terror, but this area is off-limits, so we shouldn’t be disturbed.

“Hunter,” she says my name, drawing it out.

“Look at you, little rebel. Taking this knife like such a good girl. You even let me cut you,” I praise her. She whimpers as I keep going. The whole fucking handle of the knife is inside her when I begin to fuck her harder. The blade rips into my flesh, cutting open my hand, but I can feel just how close she is to an orgasm, so I don’t stop. I keep going until I see her eyes clench shut, and a scream rips from her throat. She comes on my knife as I keep pumping it into her. When she finally calms down, I pull it out and stand, shoving it in her mouth.

“See how fucking good you taste because next time, my tongue will replace the knife,” I tell her as she licks the handle clean. I pull it out of her mouth and drop it to the floor as she looks at my hand.

“You’re bleeding,” she says, eyeing the cut. I smirk and unbuckle my jeans, pulling my cock free. I use the blood to coat my cock as her hands come up and wrap around the chains around her neck. Once my cock is nice and coated, I reach for her hips and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist as I thrust into her wet pussy. I fuck her slow at first, wanting to savor every second of being inside her.

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