Page 7 of Property of Necro
To be still.
I don’t obey.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I moan as my pussy clamps around the thick intruder, and still he doesn’t relent.
He fucks me like a savage, a quiet savage—a ghost with a violent thrust.
Drawing out pleasure and time… it lasts forever, but it’s still not long enough.
When fingers toy with my fresh clit piercing, I writhe, wanting to crawl out of my skin.
It’s too much.
Too fast.
I grip the silk beneath me and hear it rip as it gives way.
The hand around my throat trembles then tightens, taking away my ability to breathe, to speak. I welcome it… and when I die, I die coming on a magnificent cock. The way the good lord intended.
Chapter
Three
Pacingour bedroom like a coked-up madman, I stare at the smoking-hot redhead on my bed, covered by a blanket. She’s asleep. Not dead. Thank fuck.
“Stop worryin’,” Coffin growls from his post against the door, arms tucked across his chest. A sneer curls his upper lip.
I flip him off.
Stop worrying…
That’s easy for him to say, ain’t it? He didn’t choke their new woman to the point she stopped breathing when he came in his goddamn pants, did he? No. He didn’t. He came like a normal fucking man, with his cock out, stroking it, while he watched Prez claim her, making her ours.
Not me.
She moaned, and I exploded like a prepubescent teen, painting the inside of my jeans in cum.
Sola.
Christ.
I’ve always had a thing for redheads.
But she’s something else. Something more.
When I cut the pants and those tiny heart panties from her body, seeing her cunt for the first time… Fuck. I got weak in the knees.
Red. Pussy. Hair.
I lick my lips just thinkin’ about it.
In the corner of our room, sittin’ in his favorite chair, Necro’s hands fly a million miles an hour.She’s not dead, he signs.
“I know.”
Not that he’d care if she was. He never cares about any of our women. Ever. They’re a means to an end. A way to get his dick wet and appease us, his best friends, his brothers. If the women live or die, it doesn’t matter to him. Honestly, he’s happier when they’re gone. One less thing to deal with. They’re too emotional for him—with their feelings and shit.
That’s why I’m here.
