Page 6 of Wicked Little Nightmare

"I'm going to fuck you, Lakey. I’m going to destroy you; make you scream my name. If you ever for one fucking second doubted who I belong to, you won’t after today," he growled, as he removed his hand from between my legs. I arched my back in response, desperate for him. He didn't make me wait long, his hardness pressing against my entrance. He slowly pushed in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside me.

"Oh Goddd," I moaned out, my nails digging into the sheets as he started to move. Slow at first, then faster, harder, until the bed frame creaked in time with our frantic rhythm.

"Tell me how much you missed this," he demanded, his voice filled with dark, carnal lust.

"I missed it," I panted, my body shuddering around his. "Fuck, I needed you, Cam."

His hand grabbed my hip possessively, fingers digging into my skin as he thrust into me with unrelenting force, forcing me into the mattress.

Pulling out before brutally thrusting back inside, Cam's hips crashed against mine with a heavy thud. A guttural growl escaped him as he quickened his pace, muscular thighs pinning mine apart while forcing himself deeper into my core. Yanking my hair back savagely, he bared my vulnerable neck and sank his teeth into my flesh without mercy, leaving behind a mark destined to bloom into an ugly bruise. I screamed as he fucked me into oblivion, not knowing where he started and ended, and I began. This was us. The brutality of our nature. Two beings sharing a soul.

His rhythm turned frenzied and punishing, each relentless thrust hammering against me, taking what he needed and giving what I wanted. The mattress groaned in protest beneath us, straining under his punishment. Tension wound tight inside me waiting until he reached around and pinched my clit.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.” He growled, his pace slowing a fraction as he rubbed my clit, my pussy contracting against him as I chased my release.

“Fuck, fuck, Cam—” My orgasm hit me like a freight train, body arching off the bed as stars blurred my vision. Cam growled and slammed himself inside me one last time, his own release shaking his body as he stilled, spilling his cum inside me.

He released my hips but stayed inside me, slowly pulling out and pushing me forward, watching his cum drip down my legs as I collapsed on the bed.

“Mmmm, Lakes, you look so hot right now.” Cam chuckled, falling beside me, his hand gentle as he stroked my sore ass.

“Yeah? You like me all beaten and bruised?” I said, my voice muffled from being buried in the blankets.

He yanked my hair and turned my head to face him. “Only if I’m the one doing it. Anyone else so much as touches you and I’ll skin them alive, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now… You disposed of Dani properly, right?” He asked, releasing my hair and stroking my back.

“Of course I did.”

“Good girl. I got some work today, minor shit with a buddy who just got out the slammer, but I’ll be home late. Be a good girl and have dinner ready, okay?”

I sighed. I hated his jail friends. They always looked at me weird. “Fine. But if they make me feel gross, I’ll kill them.”

He chuckled and rolled out of bed. “Deal.”

Three: Cam

Skeeter was a disgusting dried up cunt of a man, but I needed him to achieve what I wanted to do. Make Lakey’s birthday the best she’s ever had and unfortunately, while I had some hacking skills, I wasn’t as good as this tub of lard.

His beady little eyes and sweat-stained wife-beater hardly inspired confidence, but he was the best in the business. Put in the clink for pissing in public and masturbating on some old lady in a cab, he was utterly repugnant, but I’d come to find out through various channels that he was rather adept at finding out information on the web.

Lakey didn’t know it yet, but I was compiling a list of our former foster ‘families’ to present to her. A birthday present for her 27th. Her champagne birthday. Another special birthday, apart from turning 16. I was forced to miss her sweet 16th because I was in juvie for shoving a knife in the soft belly of thepig who had tried to rape her and got out just after her 17th. But I hoped this would make up for it. She loved birthdays and I did feel a measurable amount of guilt for missing that special one, but as the universe allows, I have a take two. Champagne birthdays are the birthdays you have when you turn the number of the day you were born. Mine was my 18th, because I turned 18 on January 18th.

So, here I was, waiting for this cock sucker to find a certain John L. Almine and his wife Janine before we moved on down the list.

His fingers drummed an irregular beat on the table while he scanned the information. “Hey, uh, you mind grabbing me some food. I’m hungry.”

Rolling my eyes, I motioned for the waiter. “Yeah, um, a muffin and a bottle of water.”

Skeeter made a whining noise. “Really, man? First day out and not even a vodka?” He quieted before whispering, “A beer, then?”

I sighed, quickly grabbing the waiter before he left. “Fine. And a beer. Please.”

“While I work on the Almines, who else did you want me to look for? What is this for man? I don’t wanna get in shit with no more cops man, I’m out of that life. Gonna have a family, some kids, know what I’m sayin’? Start fresh?” His eyes darted around as if looking for cops.

“Shut the fuck up before I gut you.” Honestly, I probably would after this anyway, fucking dude was annoying as fuck. “Find the Almines, and then move on to Carmen Jones, Edward Jones the Second and William Jones.”

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