Page 31 of Of Heathens & Havoc

“You can bust in this one’s ass while you wait,” Angel says, tearing his mouth from between the thighs of another contestant. She’s sitting on his face wearing nothing but the giant mask and a pair of white heels, her dark skin gleaming in the lamp light. He’s not offering me her ass though. Another contestant is riding his dick, this one completely naked except for her sheep head. She turns to look at me with the soulless, blank eyes of the mask, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks in an invitation that’s almost enough to break me.

But then Heath throws his head back and howls, his ass flexing as he grinds his dick so deep into the girl she whimpers for mercy. He holds her hips still and finishes with a series of quick, erratic thrusts. Finally, he drags his dick out of her and steps back, pushing the mask up onto his bleached hair and swiping an arm across his forehead. “What’s up?” he asks, gesturing to the girl he just vacated. “Want a turn?”

I’m distracted by her freshly fucked pussy for a second, but then I tear my eyes away and glare at Heath. “You put Mercy in the game?” I demand.

He shrugs and gives me that unhinged grin that terrifies most people. “She had it coming.”

“She’s my fucking sister,” I rage.

“She’s the perfect sacrifice,” he argues, peeling the condom from his pierced dick.

“How’d you get it by me?” I ask, crossing my arms and refusing to look at the girl who’s shifting her ass around like she’s trying to lure my attention. She probably is. The contestants aren’t exactly pure and holy. They sign up for this because it’s what they’re into.

“Easy,” Heath says, dropping the cum-filled condom into the trash and slapping the girl’s ass as he passes to open his dresser. “You handed me the stack of entry forms for the chicks we’d approved and told me to take it to His Holiness. I slippedhers in. He doesn’t look at them too closely. He trusts us to pick the thirstiest bitches. He just signs off.”

“Mercy’s not a thirsty bitch,” I say, glowering at him.

“You sure about that?” he asks, grinning as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants and does a little jump on his toes to get everything situated. “Did you see her pussy streaming when he was fingering it?”

“You fucking heathen,” I say, leaping at him. I grab his throat and shove him back against the dresser.

“You can’t tell me it wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen,” he says, straining back against me. “Did you know she’s still a virgin?”

“She better be,” I snap.

“Don’t tell me you’re not tempted,” he says, wrestling to free himself. “Can you imagine? A real virgin sacrifice.”

I squeeze his neck. “She’s my sister.”

“Yeah, but not by blood,” he croaks.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, loosening my grip. As much as I want to choke the life out of the little shit, I want to hear him say it, the words that excuse the fact that I can’t stop thinking about the slick pink inside of her cunt, and wishing I’d been the one squeezing her swollen clit until she squirted in their faces.

“She’s barely even your sister by law,” he says, taking advantage of my slackening hold to shove me away. “You haven’t seen her in years. Aren’t you at least tempted to make her pay for what she did? You went to juvie too.”

The reminder hangs in the air between us, heavy with the weight of my guilt.

Then we’re distracted by Angel making one of his lambs shriek in ecstasy as she throws her head back and rides out her orgasm on his face. Heath whoops and starts dancing around, laughing and clapping. I watch him, frowning at the ease withwhich he seems to shrug everything off. I know there’s more than he lets the world see—even us on most days, but definitely when there are others in the room.

When we were arrested after Eternity’s murder, Heath didn’t have money, so he got a public defender. Angel has money, but the judge thought he’d deal a blow to the town’s gangs by locking up the son of one of the most notorious gang leaders in Faulkner. I got off with barely a slap on the wrist, my sentence delivered with an apologetic smile and a promise it wouldn’t ruin my future.

I’ll never forget that lesson, the one they don’t teach in school. There’s no blindfolded Lady Justice with a scale to balance your crime to your punishment, to make sure the trial is fair. The scale is already weighted to favor those like me, white and wealthy, and there is no fair punishment for a crime you didn’t commit.

My parents hoped to put it all behind us when I got out, that I’d never associate with the two men in this room again. They wanted me to start over with a clean slate, wash my hands of them the way they washed their hands of Mercy. But there’s no way I could do that, even if we hadn’t been friends for ten years at that point. We were bound together—by the murder, the trial, my sister’s betrayal.

Heath climbs onto the bed with the other three, leaning down to lick the other contestant’s clit while Angel fucks her from below.

He had the longest sentence, thanks to Mercy’s big mouth, and I’ll never live down the guilt of that. I owe him. I understand him, why he put her name in tonight, even if I want to murder him for it. I could kill him with my bare hands, but I won’t. I won’t even make him hurt for it. Whatever he does, he’s my brother now and forever. That comes before everything—even my sister.

But damn it, he let other men touch my sister. Spread her open and display her cunt to the world, like it’s theirs to see, to lust after and covet. It’s not theirs. It’smine.

Fuck. What am I thinking?

It’s not mine.

She’smine. Mysister.

My sweet, feminine sister with the lacy skirts and the blanket on her bed that I’m sure she knit herself, the love of baking and tea, cozy pillows and cardigans. My sister with soft curls in her hair and skin like pale silk under my fingers, the glistening slit of her dripping red cunt so primal and wild in comparison to everything I know about her.

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