Page 49 of Breaking Boston

This is a lot more enjoyable.

The remainder drips down her forehead and onto her cheeks, while her chin and tits receive the majority of it. I stand back and admire her, covered in my cum, a panting fucking mess, and I almost come again.

Yeah, I’m fucked up.

She looks up at me, bewildered and humiliated, yet I can see something dark and repressed rising in her eyes, a passion that matches mine. Suddenly, I grab her face and kiss her, forcing her to taste my cum and reveling in the vileness of it all.

She pushes me away, crawling to the edge of the bed, wiping my cum off her face with her hand. I can see the anger and revulsion etched in her expression; it makes her even more enticing. I know she despises me but I can't help feeling a twisted kind of satisfaction from it.

As she gathers her strength, I sit down on the bed and watch her closely. There's something electric and dangerous between us, and I have the sickening desire to keep pushing her to her limits. Boston’s mind may be screaming to run away from me, but I can tell by the fire and defiance in her eyes that something else is drawing her closer to me. And deep down, I know it excites her.

So I smile as I watch her fury, unable to conceal the darkness behind it. At that moment, I realize that she’s just as messed up as I am. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what makes me want her even more.

TWENTY-ONE

THE FIRST

BOSTON

After spending a week locked in the bedroom with Lux, Donovan and both of them at once, my body couldn't take anymore. I was bruised, broken, cut, and bitten from head to toe, and I welcomed every beautiful mark because of who they were from. I was slowly turning into a fiend for them, and my addiction was growing much worse than my heroin addiction. I was using less and fucking more, but I was happy, so fucking happy.

Sitting on the balcony overlooking the drug deals below, I can't get Remy off my mind. I want him dead, along with Debbie and Bobby, and I'm getting impatient waiting for Lux and Donovan to help me. I never asked for their help, but I was willing to let them, anyway.

Now, as I sit here and smoke, watching the snow fall and real life happen all around me, my hands itch to feel the life drain from their bodies.

With the way we left the warehouse, there's no fucking way any of us can show our faces, but luckily, I have an 'in'. After spending those miserable weeks with Remy, locked away like a prisoner, I memorized his routine night after night. He's a creature of habit, so I know exactly where he's going to be whenhe's going to be there. On Friday's, Remy goes to the strip club and goes right home afterward. So that's where I'll kill him.

This is happening tonight.

I've already mapped out our plan to make sure it goes off without a hitch. With Lux's expertise in weapons, Donovan's skills in hand-to-hand combat, and my determination for vengeance, we'll be unstoppable. I can almost taste the sweet revenge as I grip the handle of the knife in my pocket, envisioning the look of fear in Remy's eyes as I take away the life he stole from me.

I take one last drag of my cigarette and stub it out, feeling a surge of adrenaline as I stand up. It's time to put an end to this once and for all. With a determined stride, I head back inside to meet Lux and Donovan, ready to take back my life.

Tonight, Remy will pay for his sins, the Taylors will pay for theirs, and I'll finally be free from the chains of the past.

"What's on your mind, pretty girl?" Lux smiles, putting his needle away after having just done a shot.

"Remy," I say, sitting down to do mine. "Tonight is the night, whether you're with me or not." I push the plunger down, the heroin flowing through my veins.

They share a concerned look, but I refuse to let it bother me. I've made up my mind and there's no changing it.

"Look, whatever you have to say, fucking say it." I glared at them, annoyed by their silence.

Donovan gets out of the recliner, grabbing a beer from the fridge. Looking right at me, he takes a sip and says, "Are you sure you're ready for it, Boston?"

"Of course, I'm more than ready. What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?"

"Relax, pretty girl. All he means is that taking a life changes you, Boston. Once you cross that line, there's no coming back from it. You'll have to live with a murder on your conscience,and that shit ain't easy." Lux locks his fingers around my bruised wrist and gently tugs me onto his lap.

Donovan sits down and nods, agreeing with Lux, and he curls his arm around my waist to hold me where he wants me. I try not to wiggle, knowing it'll get him hard in seconds. Frustration surges through me as I look at them, letting the weight of Lux's words sink in.

"I know all of this, guys. I've prepared myself for it. I've trained for it. And I've been plotting it all of my life. I've made peace with the fact that I'll never be the same, but honestly, I don't want to be who I am anymore. I want to be someone different." I lay my head on Lux's shoulder, the air silent and thick with tension.

Donovan gets up and kisses the top of my head, nodding, "Alright, Boston. We're in. We'll take down those bastards and get you the freedom you deserve."

I take a deep breath and feel a sense of relief wash over me as I look at the two men who have become my partners in this mission. Their support is more than I could have asked for, but it's always been that way with the two of them.

As we begin to go over the final plan for tonight, my heart races, and I've never felt more alive.

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