Page 195 of Bad for Me

“Dolly.”

She scowls back. “What?”

“Dolly.”

She drops his legs and places her hands on her hips. “Spit it out, Carver. I don’t have all day. Thom’s going to be here in ten minutes.”

“That’s enough time,” I say, advancing toward her.

She audibly gulps and takes a step back. “Time for what?”

I grab her arm and force her to her knees. “To teach that bratty mouth a lesson. Don’t think I don’t know when you’re trying to provoke me. If you want your brother’s cock, all you have to do is ask.” I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. It got hard the second she began mouthing off, and she licks her lips and opens her mouth like the good little sister she is.

My cock slides into her warm, wet mouth, and as much as I’d like to take my time, it won’t be long before Thom knocks on the door. I place my hands on her cheeks and hold her still. Her eyes widen when I slide to the back of her throat, making her gag.

Fuck.

“That’s it, little stalker. Now suck.” Drool drips from her chin, puddling on the concrete floor. “Don’t you dare,” I warn when she dips her hand beneath her dress. “Your orgasms are mine, and you haven’t earned one yet.”

Dolly groans around my cock and glares up at me with narrowed eyes. Still sassy. I’ll never tell her how much I secretly enjoy it.

My hands tighten along with my balls, and I snap my hips forward, driving my cock farther down her throat. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful with your mouth wrapped around me.” My head jerks back as my orgasm hits me, and I pour my release down her throat.

Cum dribbles from her mouth as I withdraw, and I reach down to push it back in. “Don’t waste any, little sister. Swallow it all down.” Dolly bites the pad of my thumb, making me hiss. She climbs to her feet and flounces off, leaving behind the scent of her arousal. She’s going to be the death of me, but I can’t think of a better way to go.

After tucking myself away, I stride over to where I dumped Chris’s body. Dolly hums under her breath while she watches me pull his clothes off and strap his arms to a four-foot horizontal pole. Once he’s secured, Dolly flicks a switch on a remote control, setting the pulley into motion. Chains clink and rattle as he’s lifted into the air, his body banging against the metal wall. The pulley locks into place, securing him about fifteen feet up.

We repeat the process—sans blowjob—when Thom arrives, and again for Leo. Dolly switches the lights off, and we wait in the dark for the men to wake. A grin splits my face when their chains rattle and they cry out in fear.

Now they’ll know how we felt.

I click on the blue lights, and one of them shouts. The other two look around wildly, their heads turning as they take in the pictures and words painted on the walls.

“Now you have no one,” Dolly calls out, her clear voice echoing throughout the building as she repeats the words they used fourteen years ago. “No one will save you. No one is coming for you.”

“We shoulda killed you that day,” Leo shouts, his heels kicking against the wall.

“Yes, you should have,” she replies. “You should have put a stake through my heart. You should have burned my body and spread the ashes to the winds. Instead, you sold a child into slavery, and I’m here to collect my dues.”

We lower Leo, and the second he’s within arm’s reach, I inject him with the serum I used on Jack. He flails against the chains as it takes effect, and even in the shadows, I see the pulse in his neck speed up. I jerk my head at Dolly, and the corner of her mouth lifts as she steps back. After unclipping Leo, I clap a hand on his shoulder, holding him steady.

“You have fifteen minutes. If you make it through the maze, you can leave here with your life,” I explain, pointing toward the entrance. “We’ll even let your buddies help you. They can guide you through it.”

A scoreboard along the middle wall lowers with a shrill screech reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard. The number fifteen lights up, and three loud blasts sound as the number flashes.

Dolly disappeared into the tunnels when the blasts went off, and when the clock begins to count down, I push Leo away. “Better hurry now,” I say before jogging away. There’s no need to stand back and watch—he does exactly what I knew he would. With his body flooded with adrenaline and mind consumed with fear, he’ll go to the nearest exit.

I roll my eyes as I duck into the farthest tunnel and scoop up a scythe. The idiot will waste several minutes of his time pounding against the door we barricaded and locked with chains after his arrival. Once he realizes he can’t get out, he’ll either have a tantrum, give up and refuse to move, or enter the maze.

The stupid fucking bastard wasted seven minutes. Chris and Thom spent the first three yelling at him to get into the maze, but he was too pigheaded to listen. I watch out of the peepholes as he comes to a stop in front of the entrance, his chest heaving with deep breaths.

Finally.

His fists curl and he takes a giant step inside, then freezes as he waits for something to happen. When nothing does, he takes a tentative step forward, and then another. Dolly pushes a hidden panel closed from inside the tunnel, blocking the entrance. He jumps, glances behind him, and takes off, choosing the left passage.

“Right!” Chris shouts. “Go right at the next junction.”

Leo turns onto the path where I’m hiding. His shadow falls over the ground, and I drop to my knees, swing my arm back, and slide the scythe under the gap. Leo’s high-pitched scream punches into the silent room as he falls on his ass, clutching his ankle. When I see the blood spurting from the deep wound, I huff a laugh.

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