Page 3 of Shattered

I know I should walk away when she lowers herself to her knees. But right now, all I want is something good, just like her.

I’m tense as she peels down my pants and boxers, letting my rock-hard cock free. There’s already precum gathered on the tip, and she presses her pouty lips to the head, sucking that fluid away and sending a sharp jab of pleasure up my body.

That’s when I grab the back of her head and push. She takes me back into her mouth, surrounding me with wet warmth that makes me groan.

“Fuuuuck…”

She hums around my cock, and I find myself relaxing a little as she works on me, taking me deep into her throat and bobbing her head. When I grab a handful of her hair and hold her there, she slaps my hand away, and I’m tempted to slap her across the face for it. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to make her regret that move. But that would leave a mark that Rocco would see.

The more control she takes, the more I shut her down until I grab her by the hair and haul her up, pulling her straight off my cock andshoving her onto the table. I jump from my chair, hobbling on my good leg to get in position.

“What kind of fucking pants are these?”

She shrugs. “So Rocco doesn’t have to wait, even at work.”

“That’s fucked. You’re just supposed to leak cum everywhere?”

“No. He pulls out and comes on my face instead.”

That explains why I’ve never seen her wear makeup around here. But I don’t give a fuck. I grab her lower legs, yank them apart, and waste no time impaling her.

“Well, I’m coming in you, and you can fucking deal with it.”

Her eyes widen. “Don’t you dare, he’ll know!”

I’m only fucking with her, but it makes her cunt clamp down on me hard. The friction feels fucking incredible. After going so long without, I know I won’t last long.

Suddenly, the door to the shop flies open. I don’t even have time to stop my thrust as I lay eyes on Rocco, with Rooney just behind him. The fury on his face is immediate. I fly backward, knocking half the shit off my station as I slam into it, and Raven closes her legs as all the blood leaves her face.

“Raven, go home,” Rocco says.

“Guys, please, don’t!” she blurts.

As he approaches, Rocco’s eyes are red with fury, and I feel my pulse rise higher with each step. My blood runs cold when Rooney stops behind the counter and pulls something out.

A metal baseball bat.

There’s nowhere for me to run as they close in. There’s only one door to the shop in the front, and they’re both between me and it. I’m fucked if they get ahold of me, so I attempt to rush between thetwo of them, but I don’t come close to making it. As a pair of hands grab my arms, I shake them off, but they clamp down again, firm and unwavering. I do the only thing I can and fling my head backward, skull-bashing Rooney and knocking him off his feet with a massive crash. I only manage to get one step in before Rocco grabs me from the front.

The struggle is silent and powerful as the two brothers tag team me while Raven watches fearfully. My rage gives me enough adrenaline to put up a fight, but I’m no match for one of them, let alone two. Before I know it, Rooney has my arms locked behind my back, and I’m shoved onto my knees, sending a shockwave of pain up my body that comes out my mouth in a grunt.

“Take him to the truck,” Rocco says.

I don’t know what that means, but Raven jumps to her feet, still keeping her distance, but her eyes are wide with terror.

“Rocco, please, don’t take him to the cabin…”

The way she says it makes my breath hitch. The cabin? What fucking cabin?

“Why do you care?” Rocco asks her coldly.

“Bane will know something happened; you know he will. Please, just let him go. Make him leave town.”

I stop fighting, watching Rocco stare at Raven with a wild look in his eye.

“What’s it worth to you?” Rocco asks.

Raven swallows hard, her eyes flickering between the two of us. “I’ll owe you a favor.”

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