Page 16 of Dangerous Allure

Tonight I put together a little party for my soldiers. They’ve really impressed me this month–pushing all the weed and pills, tripling our sales– so as a reward, I got us a pent house in Montauk for us to relax this weekend, along with some entertainment. I personally don’t like dealing with the Radleys, especially Jacob Lee, but his father owed me a favor for the job I did for him last month.

Being one of the founding families forces us to work together sometimes, and being that Granddad kicked the bucket years ago, we can finally be involved in the family fortune. Harleydoesn’t always agree with what we get into, but it brings in money and that's what matters the most. He likes to do everything legit, where I’m the opposite. He doesn't know or understand the life we had with our mom. We were constantly fending for ourselves and taking care of each other by any means. So if my hands are deep in the candy dish. Oh, fucking well.

Speaking of candy. I have a race next week with Spade. I’m not too fond of the prick, but we need the deal with the cartel. I wish we could get a deal with the IRA, but I don’t know anyone that has a connection that will work with me for what I need. A knock at the door takes me out of my thoughts as I start to feel the pills kick in. Monkey answers it and it looks like the girls have arrived.

The four women walk in, all wearing the outfits I requested along with their faces painted like rotting corpses. I take in their features, everyone slightly different from the other. They all wear a leather harness strapped over their halter top, a collar fastened around their necks with little chains that run across their tits, peaking out their hard nipples. The look is complete with a leather thong that has more chains running down their pussy that’s connected to the strap that sits between their cheeks.Fucking gorgeous.The white contacts in their eyes really brings my whole vision together.Sex Demons.

My eyes connect with the only girl that has long black hair. Her face is painted as if her mouth was ripped open and blood is dripping down her chin. She stills, staring at me for a moment and I tilt my head to the side wondering why she looks so familiar. Yes her identity is obscured, but that body of hers. I‘ve seen it before. I just can’t pinpoint where.

She quickly schools her features before turning and mingling around the room as far away as she can get from me. This onlypiques my interest more. I let the girls get comfortable and have a few drinks, along with any drug of their choice.

As much as I love the fear rippling off the one across the room, I also want them willing to party and wanting to enjoy the depravity of what this night will bring. Unwilling girls ruin the fun and then things get bloody.

A giggling red head comes for me, twerking her ass in front of my lap. I grip the leather strap of her thong to pull her closer, slapping her ass and watching it jiggle. She laughs while looking at me over her shoulder. I don’t say a word. Instead I pat my thigh and she sits, rolling her hips to the music. I look over at the bleeding demon girl who is looking at me with narrowed eyes.Interesting.

I pull the red head against my chest and glide my hands over her tits, flicking her hard nipple. She moans as my hand slides down her rib cage, over her stomach and straight to her pussy. I spread the chains, running a finger up her slit, flicking her clit. She shivers as I continue to stare at the other girl who now looks pissed. I smirk, sinking my finger into the red heads soaked cunt.

“You like to suck cock, baby?” I whisper against the shell of her ear. She moans, nodding in answer.

“Then get on your knees and show me that head game.” I order. She slides off me and turns between my legs. I unbuckle my jeans and take out my cock. Her eyes widen at the sight.

“I hope you can handle this monster.” I growl as she visibly swallows, running her tongue over my tip. I grip the back of her neck, shoving her down my long length. She gags and sputters around me which only makes me thrust up into her. Again my eyes collide with the demon girl. I raise a brow and call her over. She hesitates for a second but ultimately comes like the good little demon she is. She stands in front of me as the red head bobs along my cock.

“I want you to help her. Place your hand on her head and guide her along my dick.” I order and once again she hesitates. I grip thechains on her left tit and she jumps.

"Don't be scared. Stand over her. Place one hand on my shoulder and glide her head with the other.” I order and she does what she’s told as her tits are now in my face. I take a nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the hard peak, biting down as she moans. I squeeze her waist, bringing her closer to me as she shoves the red head further down my length, damn near straddling her shoulders.

I continue to toy with her nipples, reveling in the little noises she makes as she continues to suffocate the red head on my cock. My hand pinches her other nipple and makes it down to her chained pussy. I move the metal back and forth over her clit, causing her hips to roll as her fingers glide through my hair, pulling it, pressing my face further into her chest. The red head is literally gagging on my cock, spluttering beneath her, but she's too far gone in pleasure as I continue to tease her clit with the chains.

Her whole body shivers as the metal becomes soaked. I slowly slide two fingers into her wet cunt and use my thumb to torture her swollen clit. She moans loudly as she shutters above me, rolling her hips as I finger fuck her.

She whimpers, gyrating her hips faster as my fingers milk her walls, feeling them tighten with every pass of my thumb. Her body litters with goosebumps as I bite her nipples, finger fucking her harder and harder, reveling in the way she soaks my hand. I pinch her clit, causing her whole body to convulse as my fingers become drenched in her cum. She stops, leaning her head on top of mine as I pull my hand from her pussy and slide my fingers into my mouth.

My taste buds burst inside my mouth from her sweetness.Fuck.She takes a step back with her hand over her mouthand this is when we both realize that the redhead is no longer moving. I was so wrapped up in her perfectly soaked pussy, I didn’t even know the bitch stopped sucking my dick.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was not a part of the plan. Shit. How the fuck do I clean this up? Mother fucker.

Chapter 13

Braxton

Climbing out of bed, I stretch out my limbs. Fighting all weekend at The Dungeon takes its toll on me, especially when I over do it, and this weekend I definitely over did it.

Caspian went to Montauk with his soldiers to celebrate. I was left to keep an eye on Axel who spent majority of the time in the basement doing his thing. That usually means torturing and killing those that wronged us and sometimes just for fun to purge his dark soul.

I know something happened to him when we were kids, but no one will spill what exactly it was. It was like, one day he was talking and the next, he just stopped. So the only way he communicates with us, besides Caspian, is through text. It’s rare I even get to hear him laugh which breaks my heart. I can’timagine what could’ve happened to make him stop talking, but he’s independent as fuck, so he never needs us to do anything for him. He never has. If he needs something he will find a way to get it. I just wish he would say something. Anything. It's been almost four years and I hate it.It angers me.But I can’t take it out on him. Hence why I fight.

I've always been a fighter. Even as a little kid, I’d get into scuffles on the playground. Getting my ass kicked constantly for being a Cyprus. You would think having that last name gave me power, but it didn’t. I was made fun of and beaten almost daily just for having the name. Why? Because of our mother. Everyone knew what she was and what she did and it reflected heavily on her children. The school tried to intervene but we always lied for her. Always made it seem like we didn't need the help or the saving.

As I got older, I got bigger, hit a growth spurt and started fighting back. Eventually Harley took me to The Dungeon to fight. At thirteen, I was in the cage training with men twice my size and age. They conditioned me and taught me everything I know. It’s therapeutic and a way to escape my life. I wish I could go pro, I just don’t think I’m good enough, but a guy can sure as hell wish.

Getting ready for school, I throw on a pair of black sweats, a white tee and a black zip-up hoodie with a bleeding skull on the back. I slip on my black Air Forces and head into the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I run a comb through my red hair. Taking a small amount of hair balm, I glide it through my locks, styling it so it flops to one side and out of my face. I really need to go see Butch at the barber and get it cleaned up, but that can be a next weekend issue. I take one more glance in the mirror before exiting and head downstairs to the kitchen. I grab a banana and leave, not waiting for my brothers.

Climbing into my 59’ shiny black Coupe DeVille, I start her up and head to school. This was my granddad's car until we completely rebuilt it, giving it fresh paint and red leather interior. I made Harley black out all the windows. Even though it's highly illegal, the cops know it's me and they let it go. Having them in our pockets has its advantages.

The ride to school was fairly quick and I make sure to park in the back of the lot away from the others, because if someone fucks with my car, I will unleash hell on them. This is my pride and joy. I’ve worked too hard to get this baby to perfection just for some asshole to ding it. Plus, no one parks back here but us. I guess you can say we’ve designated these spots, not giving a fuck.

A flash of black hair catches my eye and I see Presley walking with her friends towards the school. That girl is like a breath of fresh air. Just sitting at the table eating pizza with her that one night was enough to get my dick hard. The way she ate and the little smiles she gave me made my heart skip a beat. I’ve never had that type of a reaction happen towards a girl. I usually just hit and quit, but for some reason, Presley is different. I don’t know how or why but I’m eager to figure it out.

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