Page 54 of Filthiest Of Them All

She nods. “Good. Because if you do, I’ll rip your fucking balls off and I’ll lick the envelope myself that I use to send them back to the guys.” A smile scratches across my face, this girl is fucking incredible.

“Deal,” I rasp out, then yank the shirt over her head. I toss it to the side, then marvel at the sight of her glorious fucking tits. Reaching out to cup them in my hands, I swipe my thumbs over her nipples, relishing in the shiver that rolls through her. I lean forward and wrap my lips around her hardened peak. She jolts against me and I groan at the feeling of her bare pussy rubbing against my cock. She threads her fingers through my hair and holds me in place as she arches her back, pushing her tit further into my mouth. I bite down and love the way she cries out and tugs on the strands of my hair. I release it with a wet pop and try to switch sides, but the filthy minx yanks my head back and slams her lips on mine, pouring everything she feels into this kiss. Her hips continue to gyrate against me. Don’t get me wrong, dry humping as a teenager was fine but I’m not some pubescent kid anymore. I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her slightly without breaking the kiss.

Once I free my cock, I line it up with her entrance. She rests her hands on the tops of my shoulders and takes control. She bats my arm away and grasps my dick, sending a shiver rolling through me. The victorious smile on her face only serves to inflate my ego. When the head of my cock breaches her entrance and I feel how wet she is, I throw my head back and groan.

“Fuck, Bambi,” I grit out as she slowly lowers onto me, her eyes locked onto mine. I see nothing but heat in the depth of those baby blues. My hands latch onto her waist and guide her down. The second her tight little cunt engulfs my dick she cries out.

“Holy shit, Alex.” She pants, I grip her throat and love the way her eyes widen in surprise. Before I can utter a single word she strikes out and grips my throat. “I’m in control, Butcher.” My brows hit my hairline. I slowly disentangle my fingers and raise my hands as if surrendering.

“I can’t say I’ve been choked while being fucked,” I admit, uncertainty clouds her features for a moment. When she tries to let go, I grip her arm and hold her hand in place. “I never said I didn’t like it,” I growl, her eyes widen slightly before smugness overclouds her features. When she lifts up and drops back onto my dick, we both moan. The more she does this the tighter her hold on my throat gets and I start to get the fixation of why women love it when guys choke them while they get fucked. It’s euphoric, you're literally trusting the other person with your life. At any moment they could get consumed in their pleasure and not realize their grip has tightened too far and end it all. The thrill of this notion has me saying, “Tighter.”

Her eyes blaze and her movements grow hurried, I can feel her growing wetter by the second as she tightens her hand around my throat and slams up and down my cock. I grasp her tits in my hands and pinch her nipples. Fuck, trying everything with her when it concerns sex is going to be a wild as fuck ride and I’m so here for it.

“Alex, I need you—” Before she can even finish, I’ve flipped us and slammed back inside her. She screams out and the monster inside me preens. She digs her nails into my back and drags them down the scars. I hiss but she doesn’t stop. My thrusts turn punishing, matching the tempo of her screams. I’m fucking her so hard the bed is scraping along the wooden floor. Right now nothing matters, we could be under attack and I wouldn’t be able to pull out of her. I need her to come on my cock more than I need to breathe. I grip one of her legs and throw it over my shoulder, her eyes roll backward when I slam inside her from this angle. “Fuck yes, just like that,” she pleads.

I keep my rhythm and don’t change my pace, knowing that she needs me to stay as I am. When her nails dig into the flesh of my ruined back, I know she is about to come.

“Give it to me, Bambi. I want to feel you milk my cock,” I growl. Her eyes scrunch shut as her back arches off the bed as she comes with my name tearing from her lips. The monster inside me growls and my thrusts grow hurried as I chase my release. I’m on the verge of climax when she shouts out.

“Come on me, I want to feel it.” I pull out of her and grip my cock in my hand. She pushes up on her elbows and watches me with rapt focus.

“Bambi,” I grit out through clench teeth as I explode, ropes of my cum landing all over her stomach and tits. I’m panting and trying to wring out every last drop as she runs a finger through my cum, then looks up at me as she runs that finger through her pussy and then pushes it inside herself, moaning. My jaw slackens at the sight. Fuck, she looks so sexy covered in my cum and pushing it inside her.

“All your cum belongs to me. Not that rancid bitch in Chicago, am I clear?” I can’t form any words as I watch her pull that finger from her pussy and bring it to her mouth. She wraps those sinful lips around the digit and sucks it clean, whimpering at the taste. She flicks her gaze to me and smirks. “Next time, you’re going to let me suck your cock so I can get over my fear of my past experiences, okay?”

“Okay,” I croak out like a fucking idiot. This damn girl has me tongue tied and wanting to bust a nut again without her even touching me. I can tell my life will never be boring with Tatum Lawson in it, and that notion has me smiling. I press forward, forcing her flat on her back and placing my hands either side of her head. The sultry look on her face has my cock twitching and begging to have those sinful lips wrapped around it. “Baby, that bitch has nothing on you.”

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I stand at the door and just stare at her sleeping, the sight alone has my heart beating faster inside my chest. Last night I couldn’t take my fucking hands off her. After fucking her again she passed out, only to be woken an hour later with my face between her legs, eating that beautiful little cunt. The sounds she makes when she comes or when I slide inside her are addictive, and I find myself wanting them every minute of the day.

Tatum did try to blow me last night. The second her lips wrapped around my cock, she tensed. I pulled back and refused to allow her to try again, the shit she went through isn’t going to go away overnight and I told her that. I won’t let her try that shit again until I’m sure she’s ready for it. She argued she wanted to do it for me and I love that she wanted to try, but she can’t do it for me, she needs to want to do it for her.

I’ve never wanted something for myself. The Denver Kings was started so we could have something of our own. The DK’s had nothing to do with me being The Butcher, it was just a family selling firearms. My name and reputation as The Butcher helped us, but no one actually knows who I am. A few of the assholes we have done business with have demanded to meet The Butcher specifically, but I’d say no. They were just too stupid to know that they were speaking to him. When my phone begins to vibrate in my hand again for the third time, I sigh and slip out of my house. I hit answer when I step off the small porch.

“What?” I snap.

“We’re all waiting on you,” Carnage growls.

“I don’t answer to you, nor do my men,” I snarl, then end the call. If he plans to stick around, then he needs to learn he doesn’t call the shots. When I’m out or occupied that role falls to Omen and Halo, they are my go to. Vat and Pope have no desire to lead and are all too happy to leave the decision making to their brothers. As I round the corner, I spot Carnage pacing the backyard, he has his phone pressed to his ear. I slink against the house and listen, he and I may have been close once but that was a long time ago. I don’t trust him, he needs to prove to me his loyalty is with us and not with that fucking snake sister of his.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Dez.” I tense and clench my fists at my sides. “If you had nothing to do with his sister’s murder then why the fuck is Nexus atourhouse?” he whisper shouts, clearly he’s taking this call outside so the others don’t overhear. I hold my breath and fucking hope that he isn’t trying to double cross us because he is one person I won’t enjoy killing. “That’s bullshit!” he snaps. A moment passes as he listens to her reply. “No, I have stood by you, Desire, and helped you take down every single rival family so no one would oppose your rule, but you couldn’t even trust me enough to tell me the fucking truth!” This time he doesn’t try to disguise his voice, he’s shouting. “Rage and Wrath were in on dad’s murder, you tricked Alex! Everything he said about you is true.” I should feel happy that he’s finally seeing the real side of his sister, but I’m not. “You want me to come back then prove to me you didn’t have anything to do with a sixteen year old fucking kid being murdered and I swear to God I will go to war against our brothers and risk Alex tearing me apart.” I wait with bated breath, I need to hear how this plays out. “That’s what I thought,” he snaps and ends the call.

I scrub a hand down my face and sigh. “You make a habit of hiding behind corners?” I bite back my smirk and round the side of the house to face Carnage.

“You knew I was there?” He exhales and nods. “Did you get the answers you wanted?”

He shakes his head. “Believe it or not, Butch, I don’t like the rivalry between me and my siblings, never have.”

“You got a funny way of showing it.”

His eyes narrow. “Do you know how hard it is for me to see my own twin view you as a brother but he hates me. Halo wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire.” Bitterness laces his words.

“And you only have yourself to blame for that. I never turned any of them against you. You did that when you chose to side with her and do nothing when your stepmother was raping your fucking brother!” I roar. He flinches but remains silent. “Roberto made them fight for their lives, the only time you ever did anything to help them was when Halo nearly died. You blamed him for the beating you received?—”

“He told me if I helped them again he would kill them all!” he screams just as the back door opens to reveal Halo and Pope standing there. Carnage hasn’t seen them yet so he keeps going. “Every time they were made to fight I tried to help. I would slip those cocksuckers a pill or something just to give them a fighting chance. When I killed that fucker for trying to break Halo’s neck, Roberto told me if I ever did anything to help Halo again, he would have ten of his best men go at him while I watched my twin brother be beaten to death. So, yes, Alex, I left my brothers alone and acted like I didn’t care so they would fucking live. My absence seemed to work in your favor though, didn’t it?”

My face blanks and shows no emotion. “And how is that?” I say in a deathly calm tone.

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