Page 24 of Revenge

I knew it was them. The stench of shit was thick in the air. These stupid fucks have been itching to get to me since I was locked up. They couldn’t surprise me from behind because I learned from day one you never give them your back. It’s a weakness they’ll pounce on. So, like the sacks of shit they are, they waited until I was vulnerable.

“What do you want, Cyrus?” I clench my fists together as I force myself to keep calm. Fear is like a drug here. One hit and they’ll keep coming at you for more until there’s not a piece of you left.

“We have a little business to settle with you, Pig.” He cocks his head to the side, in Viktor and Xander’s direction. Both of them glare at me with busted lips and black eyes. I smile back at my handiwork. That’ll teach them to try to jump me in the yard.

“Is that right?” Standing taller, I cross my arms over my chest. It’s an intimidation tactic that’s served me well in here so far.

“That’s right.” Xander steps forward, his fists hanging at his sides. Someone’s a sore loser. That’s what he gets for picking a fight with someone smarter than he is.

“It’s an eye for an eye. You know how it works in here.” Cyrus shrugs, but I can hear what he’s not saying. It’s more than business for him. This is personal. For whatever reason, he’s taken an interest in me, and I need to squash that shit now.

“Your lip looks better.” I flash Viktor a wide smile and enjoy watching him tense up. None of them can hide the fact that I’m getting under their skin.

Viktor grinds his teeth together. “That was a cheap shot, asshole.”

“Right.” I keep them talking as I think on the fly for a way out of here that doesn’t end with a dick in my ass. “So was sucker punching me from behind like a little bitch.”

“Shut up,” Cyrus shouts at the two dip shits to be quiet and I know I’m standing on borrowed time before I’m fucked.

“Can you hurry it up and get to the point? You might get off standing there staring at my dick, but I can promise you the view ain’t pretty from my end.” My hand motions from my naked body to theirs. When they don’t answer, I move to walk past them, but I’m cut off.

“Not so fast, pretty boy.” Viktor steps in front of me, blocking my exit. Things are going to go downhill fast, so I need to use the element of surprise. I don’t give him time to see what’s happening before my fist is connecting with his face. We roll around on the cold cement, fighting for dominance. It doesn’t matter that our dicks are probably flopping around; this is a fight to the death because I don’t want any part of what they have planned for me.

I manage to gain the upper hand and crack him in the face again. Pain ricochets up my arm and I exhale at how good it feels. I clench my fist, ready to deliver the knockout punch, but this isn’t boxing, and these fuckers fight dirty.

Xander comes at me from behind. All the air leaves me as he socks me in the side. At the same time, Viktor manages to get out from under me and nail me in the side of the head. I can feel the sting of split skin as blood drips down into my eye. They take advantage of this and grab me by the arms. I’m forced onto my knees with my head pulled back.

“As much shit as you talk, I thought you’d be packing more. Or was your shower just real cold.” I spit blood onto the floor near Cyrus’ feet. That remark earns me another punch to the mouth, courtesy of Xander.

“You’ve got a mouth on you. And I’m going to put it to good use.” Cyrus’ eyes go black as he licks his lips.

“You know what we do to pigs in here?” Xander laughs.

“We make them squeal,” Viktor grunts in my ear.

“Fuck you, motherfucker.” I fight against them, but I’m outnumbered and can’t win. This is when things go from bad to worse.

“The only one who’ll be fucked here is you, pig.” Cyrus strokes his dick and licks his lips. “Open his mouth.”

Viktor tightens his grip on my hair while Xander forces my mouth open. Acid builds in the back of my throat the closer Cyrus gets. I can’t believe this shit is really going to happen to me.

I’m tangled in my sheets as I jerk awake. Beads of sweat cover my body and my heart pounds against my chest at a violent pace, but I’m safe. I’m not back there. I scrub a hand over my face and do my best to calm myself. These fucking nightmares are getting old. I left prison, but what good does being free do me if my own head’s becoming one?

I grab a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand and light up. More memories fight their way in, but these are better ones. The looks on their faces when Carl knocked Cyrus out. Or when I beat the shit out of them once more. From that day forward things weren’t better, but they weren’t worse either. Carl saved my ass back there and we had each other’s backs from then on.

There’s no chance I’m falling back to sleep now, so I finish my cigarette and hop in the shower. Brown eyes are all I see when I close my eyes and let the heat of the water penetrate my aching body.

The eyes are always the first thing I notice on someone. They tell you everything you need to know. People can hide the fucked up shit in their minds or use their bodies to manipulate you, but it’s the eyes that give them away every single time.

It doesn’t matter if they’re the dead brown ones that belong to a sick fuck like Cyrus or if they’re the deepest shade of emerald and belong to a petite raven-haired princess.

Just the thought of the fire that resonates behind her eyes has my dick getting hard. It’s been aching for release since the first time she taunted me with those plump, soft lips. Lips that I’ve tasted. She tasted of lemons and candy. The perfect mixture of sour and sweet has my mouth watering for more.

My dick begs for attention at the thought. I lean my left hand against the wall of the shower, wrap the fist of my right hand around my length, and squeeze. A mixture of pleasure and pain hits me all at once.

Water beats down on my back as I stroke myself from root to tip. Visions of Charlee, naked and on her knees in front of me, fill my head. I close my eyes, losing myself in the sight. It won’t ever happen, but this is one hell of a fucking fantasy.

Her olive skin glistens with water as she grips me with her tiny hands and works me with a strong, steady pace. Hungry green eyes meet mine as the tip of my dick breaches her eager mouth. My ass muscles flex as I thrust the rest of the way inside. Everything is tight. Warm and wet. Her mouth is fucking perfect. The feel of her lips suctioning my dick has the base of my spine tingling. Her tongue moves, wiggling around my dick. The sensation is toxic and inviting all at the same time.

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