Page 109 of Psyop Kings

“Oh, fuck,” he says with a groan. “I’m close. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and when my cock gets hard again, I’m going to flip you over. I bet your ass is just as tight.”

He suddenly pulls out of me instead of coming inside me like he threatened. Heat splatters over my lower stomach. He grabs a handful of my hair, tugging hard, and then he’s gone from my body. I lie on the bed, sprawled out, naked from the waist down, burning inside with fiery pain and shuddering wildly. Strands of my hair flutter over my naked, wet belly.

I have to escape.

He left and now I have to escape.

Why can’t I move?

I’m shaking too hard.

I manage to sit upright, peering over the edge of the bed. Two figures wrestle—one massive with bare ass on display, and then a suited one.

Caius.

He twists and turns until he’s able to pull Gareth into a headlock, squeezing so tight Gareth’s eyeballs bulge out. Both men, from their position on the floor, stare up at me.

He heard.

Caius heard me tell his secret.

Gareth reaches for me like I might save him. I shrink backward, shrieking in fear. Caius’s face is red, not purple like Gareth’s, and his eyes burn hot with molten fury. He’s probably going to kill me and all I can think about is how happy I am he’s here. With a lightning-quick movement, Caius lets go of Gareth’s neck, grabbing his head instead with both hands.

Snap.

The sound is sickening and sudden. Gareth immediately goes limp and his arm drops. His cock is no longer hard and is smeared with blood—my blood. In his fingers, I see golden strands of my hair, his souvenir from his conquest.

Caius pushes his brother off him and then rises to his feet. I can’t take my eyes off Gareth’s unmoving form, worried he’ll jump up and attack me again. He doesn’t.

“Better grab that blanket,” Caius snaps at me. “It’s going to get cold.”

Absently, I tug the blanket over my naked form. Caius pulls the sliding door and icy air rushes in, bringing snowflakes along with it. He hooks his arms with Gareth’s massive ones and begins dragging him onto the deck.

What’s he doing?

Caius struggles a bit since Gareth isn’t moving and probably has a hundred pounds on him. But he finally gets Gareth into a standing position. I get another view of Gareth’s ass as Caius bends him over the railing. Then he grabs his legs and flips him over the edge.

Did he just throw him overboard?

I blink in shock, unable to move. Caius stands in the icy cold, staring over the edge for at least a minute. Then he turns and heads back inside, closing the door behind him.

He rips off his suit jacket and tosses it onto the floor before disappearing into the bathroom. Seconds later, he returns with a wet cloth.

I close my eyes, overcome with exhaustion. My mind is closing up and calling it quits. The last thing I remember is him gently cleaning the battered parts of my body that hurt badly.

“It’s just a bad dream,” Caius whispers. “Go to sleep, love.”

I relax when his strong body wraps around mine from behind, warming me with his body heat. Twisting, I curl againsthim, needing him to hold me. He does, squeezing me to his chest.

“I told,” I utter, voice quivering. “I’m sorry. I tried not to.”

He kisses my forehead. “I took care of it, little girl.”

In the arms of a killer, I feel safer than ever before.

But for how long?

Caius

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