Page 61 of Cruel Legacy

She picks up the rhythm, her body arching off the bed. I move closer, palming my dick through my jeans. My free hand clenched into a fist. She has no idea of the danger lurking over her bed as she seeks her release.

“What a needy little cunt you have. Is that why you’re always pleasuring yourself? Tempting me with your sinful little body?” I shove my pants down, freeing myself, and pump my cock in time with the roll of her hips. “Fuck that hand, Thea.” I hiss. “Make yourself come all over your fingers.”

Her breath ticks up, a short moan tumbling from her wicked little mouth. I slide my hand along my length, base to tip. My nuts tighten, my back tenses. She goes to roll over, but I halt her movement. Holding her down, forcing her to stay on her back.

“Don’t be a dick tease. Let me see it.”

I release my hold on my dick to part her legs, giving me a perfect view of her hand moving inside her panties.

“What’s that? You want me to fill this dripping cunt?” I slide my hand across her thigh and whisper, “I could own you. Hurt you. Bleed you. Would you enjoy that? Or would you look at me like a monster the way others have?”

I hover my hand over her throat. Pleasure coursing through me as I imagine how hard I’d have to squeeze to snap her neck. I’ve been trying to be good, but every time she sits next to me in class, or skinny dips in my stream, or hikes through my woods, it fuels the part of me that sees her as something to possess, and toy with.

I fist my dick, pumping harder. My skin is on fire. I’m shaking with the effort it’s taking me not to touch her. Not to hold her down and drive into her. To not give in completely to the monster living under my skin. I slide my hand against my length with punishing strokes. Taking everything I feel out on myself.

Her leg bumps against mine, sending a jolt through me. I bite down on my tongue to keep from making noise as I blow my load. I do my best to catch everything in my hand, but it spills over, dropping onto the sheets. Her thigh. The back of her hand.

The tightness in my chest eases, the scratching at my soul, abates. My dark desires settle. For now, I’m okay. Just those few moments hovering over her, knowing she was at my mercy, were enough to satisfy me. I tuck myself back into my jeans and slip back out of the room.

I didn’t go too far tonight. I maintained control.

Chapter30

Finn

Ilean back on the couch and respond to the text message confirming my appointment with Babette today at three. Babette has magical hands and I always look forward to her putting them on my body. I don’t know why more people don’t schedule appointments for regular rub downs.

I’ve missed the last two weeks, and my body feels like one big ball of tension. Massages are my self-care time. I’ve tried to get Holden and Pax involved, but they usually turn me down.

That’s why I was surprised when they joined me at my last session. It wasn’t until we were already on the table that Pax confessed they joined in, because it would be the perfect way to annoy our neighbor.

Thea and I have this little routine going. She walks out onto her balcony every night, sits in her chair and breathes deeply. I let her get three or four deep inhales and exhales out of the way before going out onto my balcony. Without fail, she takes off as soon as she sees me.

I knew her little friend was watching me love on my knives, before I stripped for my last massage, and I took advantage of that shit. The nosy little cherub almost fell over getting an eye full.

I thought we’d seen the last of the both of them when they went inside, but Thea came running back out and caught the masseuses with their hands in the cookie jar, so to speak.

Most girls would’ve looked away, or pretended to be embarrassed, but not her. She didn’t blush or pretend not to look. She drank up our bodies, took a second look and then told us we had tiny dicks. It’s a lie. We have really nice sized penises. Bigger than average according to what I’ve read and what I’ve seen in the locker rooms.

At any rate, she liked what she saw. I could see it in the way her tongue darted out, and her pouty little mouth popped open when she was eating us up with those shimmering blue eyes. Points to her, she didn’t look at any one person longer than the next.

She took equal amounts of time eye fucking each of us. That doesn’t happen often. People take one look at me and think I’m the soft one, since I’m not as jacked or as inked up as Pax and Holden.

I’m not soft. I’m just as dangerous as they look. Maybe even more so, since my knives are like my Amex card, I never leave home without them.

A fact that I had to remind that idiot Michael of. I was out on a mission of my own when I stumbled across him and his buddies in the alley. I would’ve kept walking, but I heard Thea’s voice, all bitchy and promising pain. I had to get closer to see what was happening.

Her on her knees with that short dick fucker about to slide between those lips made me feel homicidal. I scrub my hand through my hair. The one time none of us are trailing her and she gets her ass in trouble. Good thing I got there when I did. If she’s gonna be sucking anyone’s dick, it’ll be mine.

I’m in the lobby, waiting for Pax and Holden to show up. This morning’s lingerie show is a bit of a drag. It’s like they’re not even trying to impress me. I’ll have to have a talk with them.

The elevator door slides open and out pops the woman I was just thinking about. She’s wearing a sun dress today, with a man’s button-down shirt over it, like it’s a jacket.

I feel a pang of jealousy, wondering what asshole left his clothes at her place. Then, I remember she must’ve had the shirt before she moved here, because there haven’t been any men in her room. There won’t be. Nobody’s crazy enough to come up to our floor without getting our permission first, and that shit’s not happening. Our floor has a three dick maximum.

I take another look at the elevator. I don’t know what’s taking the guys so long. They’ll just have to walk together, and I’ll escort my lovely pet to the dining hall so I can make sure she’s okay after her horrifying ordeal.

I jump to my feet, and follow her outside. She’s standing in front of the building like she’s waiting for someone. I do a quick perusal of the sidewalk to see if anybody’s coming our way, fully prepared to send them off.Alone.It’s empty. What’s she waiting for? It takes a second for me to realize she’s just soaking up the sun.

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