Page 112 of Property of Necro
Rot pushes the edge of my panties to the side and nips my pussy lip. “Stop it.”
Twisting on the ground, Coffin cocks his head back and finds me sitting in his chair. His eyes look dead.Haunted. His cheeks are gaunt from lack of sleep and malnourishment. He snaps his teeth at me again. “Whore.”
Rot sighs against my core and pulls back enough to scowl at his brother. “Stop it, dickhead. You’re gonna regret this later.”
“Fuck. You.” Coffin spits. “Disgusting cheater. I’ll gut you.”
Rot barks a humorless laugh. “You’ll gut me, huh? How?”
“I’ll bathe in your blood and…” His dead eyes lock on me. “Your whore’s blood.”
“If he thinks I’m such a whore, then why did he carve me again?” I ask, hating this side of Coffin. Sure, he didn’t like me much before I left, but there was always this undercurrent of sexual tension. I don’t sense that now. All I feel is hatred—no warmth, or humanity.
“A part of him must know you’re you, or he would have already carved you up. He wouldn’t have buried you alive. He would’ve also already filled the plot. But he didn’t,” Rot explains, but I’m not buying it.
“You can’t know any of that.”
“I know how my brother works, Red. Trust me on this. He was torn the fuck up when you left. He was barely keeping it together.”
“And Necro?” I ask, wondering about him and what he’s been up to since he sent me packing.
“We’ll talk about him later. Once we get this Coffin shit worked out.”
Right. That doesn’t sound ominous or anything.
I push the tender bruise on my thigh. “Just drug him,” Isuggest. “You all like to do that to me. Shove a needle in his ass. Hell, I’ll do it.”
“I’m with her,” Joe replies, eavesdropping on our conversation.
I point to him. “You, sir, don’t get a vote. You stabbed me in the leg.”
The jerk smirks, reminding me far too much of his foster brothers. “Will you forgive me for bein’ a prick if I hold this asshole down so you can do the same to him?” Joe shoves Coffin onto his stomach. Cursing up a storm, Coffin tries to wriggle back over, but Joe plants his boot in the middle of his shoulder blades and jerks his chin at me. “Come on, lady, we ain’t got all day.” He snaps his fingers to get on with it, but there’s a lightness in his tone, like he’s giving me shit.
Fine.
I sigh, and Rot looks up at me from the ground, grinning. He nuzzles his cheek against my inner thigh, then kisses me there. “I can’t wait to fuck you again, Red. But let’s poke this asshole in the butt.” He shoves off his knees to stand and offers me a hand.
We walk over to Coffin, and Joe swaps spots with Rot.
Cheek pressed against the sawdust-covered floor, Coffin’s heavy breath kicks up the debris and coats his face and hair in the particles. “Go away, whore.”
I kneel by his face and wipe what I can of the dust off as Joe magically appears with a similar needle to the one he used to drug me.
Coffin’s nostrils flare as he snaps his teeth at me for the third time today before he spits at me and growls, “You’ll make a nice trophy.”
I pat his cheek. “Manic or not, I’m going to make you regret those words.”
Coffin blinks at me like my voice might have penetrated somewhere else. For a moment, I wonder if his wiring is back online. He blinks again, and the moment’s lost. Lifeless eyes stare back at me.
Joe hands Rot the needle and straddles a belly-down Coffin. He reaches underneath his brother, undoes his jeans, and tugs his pants down to his knees, exposing his gorgeous bare ass to us.
“You think you can rape me? Fuckin’ sickos!” Coffin snarls, craning his head off the floor, trying to see what’s happening.
I collect the needle from Rot, and while Coffin writhes and loses his shit, I straddle his legs and sit down. Using my weight to keep him from moving too much, I do whatever the hell I want and bite his butt cheek. Coffin howls and thrashes. Smiling like a savage, I sink deeper until the tang of his blood coats my lips.
That’s for carving me and nailing me in a fucking box, leaving me to die!
Joe holds his shoulders down.
