Page 83 of The Dollhouse

Together, with Lake, I felt complete, and there wasn’t anything else I could want in the world.

Well, besides being fucked long and hard, like Carter had said.

Folding his arms over his chest, Carter muttered, “What do you think? The bedroom of the cabin, or shall we take her out into the woods and give her what she wants?” As he spoke, my eyes dipped low, and I saw he was already getting hard at the thought. That bulge of his was oh so delicious, and my lower half warmed in memory of what it could do to me.

Carter had skill, let’s just say, and it was a skill I intended to put to good use as often as I could. You’d never catch me complaining about too much sex. I’d lived a boring life before, always doing what my parents wanted so as to never tarnish the Marbella name, but now? Now I said, fuck it all. Fuck it all, and fuck me.

Both Carter and I waited to hear what Roman would say. Whatever he said would be what we’d do; I didn’t care where I got railed, as long as I felt that bulge in Carter’s pants come to fruition. Let him have a happy ending and let me have mine.

Roman’s dark eyes flicked between us, a muscle in his jaw clenching. He zeroed in on me eventually, and he finally gave us an answer: “The forest.”

Right, then. The forest it was.

Roman

My little Zoey wanted to be fucked. Unsurprising, since she seemed to enjoy her time with Carter more than anyone else I’d ever seen. Also unsurprising that she didn’t care where we did it. I’d wanted to be careful with her, especially so soon after she’d been shot.

Because of me. Because of her association with me and my association with the Lucianos, and therefore Lola.

It was all for fucking Lola Harding. I swore, I could’ve killed her. I had my hand wrapped around that slender neck of hers, and I could’ve easily snapped it just like that. A blink of an eye, and her crazy, blue-eyed self would be no more for this world. After all, the only blue eyes I cared about were the set attached to the pink-headed girl in front of me.

If Zoey wanted to be fucked, I supposed we could do that. Or, rather, let Carter do it while I watched. We were out of our element here; why not make the most of it?

We headed into the woods surrounding the two cabins, heading as deep into the forest as we could go, so the cabins were out of sight. I could watch Carter fuck Zoey, but that didn’t mean I was okay with anyone else in the Luciano cabin doing the same. From what it sounded like, they had their hands quite full with that serial killer bitch.

Nothing against serial killers; I could respect them for what they did, the terror they were able to instill. Just against Lola.

The air here was almost sickeningly clean. I would much rather be in the city, away from nature. Nature and I… we didn’t mix too often, and I preferred to keep it that way. Living out here, in the middle of nowhere; I didn’t understand how anyone could do it. When you were surrounded by people, it was so much easier to get away with things.

Murder, for example.

Humans as a whole were a ruthless, uncaring species. You’d think if there was a group around, you’d be more likely to get help, but on the flipside, people watching something go down while in a group were much less inclined to help you. They assumed the people they were with would, and that’s exactly what the people they were with thought about them. In the end, no one helped. That’s just the way it was.

“How far do you want to go?” Carter asked. He walked a bit strangely, probably due to the erection pressing against his pants. The man was excited to fuck Zoey; I didn’t think that cock of his ever refused a session of sex with her, and I couldn’t blame it. Zoey’s pussy felt like heaven wrapped around the length of your dick.

In fact, I could go for some Zoey fucking too, although I would not stoop to fucking her in a forest. I’d gladly watch.

I stopped, glancing around. The cabins were far behind us, and the only sounds around were that of the woods: birds flying above our heads, the breeze rustling the dead leaves below our feet. “Here will work,” I stated, my eyes spotting a tree with a rather large trunk. It’d be perfect to use either against Zoey’s back or for her to brace herself on while Carter rammed her from behind.

I imagined both scenarios, my cock twitching in my pants, and I wondered which one I’d like to see more. Perhaps both.

Carter’s lips curled into a smirk, and he cocked his head at Zoey, who looked quite innocent, considering she was the one who wanted this. Don’t misunderstand me—I always wanted to see Zoey beneath Carter. I fucking dreamed of it, the look of her naked body, helpless as it took every inch of Carter’s thick cock, but I was able to restrain myself.

Something that could not be said for Zoey, at least today.

I ran a hand down the front of my suit, slow to unbutton the two buttons holding the jacket together. Then I pointed. “Against that tree,” I ordered them. “You want it rough? Carter will give it to you, and you might just regret asking for it today.”

Zoey set a hand on her hip, bold, considering her arm was still bandaged up and newly stitched. “Do you really think I’ll take it back?” She chuckled. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do, then.” She went to take off her shirt, but she winced when she went to move her one arm. “Okay, Carter, could you help me out here?”

Carter went to do it, but I stepped between them, saying gruffly, “I’ll do it. Come here.”

Zoey moved to stand before me, giving me an attitude. She best be careful, otherwise I’ll make her march to our cabin without her clothes, with cum dribbling down her legs. I was not above punishing her for her insolence… which I’d bet she enjoyed.

I reached for her, having to bend somewhat in order to get the bottom of her shirt. I helped her get one arm out first, saving the injured side for last, and she could not take her eyes off me as I did so. Usually Carter was the one who took off her clothes, if she didn’t. I rarely stepped in, but I felt so eager today, perhaps because she’d been hurt.

I did not take kindly to the people I cared about being hurt, and Zoey held the top position there.

Spinning a finger in the air, I wordlessly told her to turn around, and Zoey did so, finally taking those light azure eyes off me. I imagined she stared at Carter as I unhooked her bra—something she’d forgone in days past because of her arm.

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