Page 195 of Property of Necro
“I will fuckin’ kill you if you ever leave me again, do you understand?” Coffin nips my chin, then drags his lips to my mouth, where his heavy breath fans across my face.
“I understand.”
He hums and licks my top lip. “I fuckin’ love you.”
“I love you, too,” I croak, and he relaxes his hold.
Sucking in a lungful of sweet, sweet air, I open my eyes just in time to catch Coffin glance over at Necro, who’s standing with his semi-hard cock in hand. “Kiss our old lady while I fill her ass.”
A sly smile curls at Necro’s scarred lips, and his eyes drop to half-mast as he leans down and takes me in a searing kiss. Coffin growls like a caged beast and squeezes my throat until the world swims once more. He fucks me until I can no longer remember my name. When I come, I cry into Necro’s mouth as my ass is filled to the brim, and when he pulls back, both of us are breathing heavily, our lips raw and tingly. Those white-blue eyes latch onto mine as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth with a drunken smile. Coffin sits back on his knees and tucks himself away, giving my scarred husband room to take my ass. Dropping onto the floor, Necro does just that, and in two lazy pumps his seed joins the others… and I turn into a boneless puddle of happy, sated wife.
My eyelids flutter as Rot hands me off to Necro, who carries me from the theater, my dress tucked between my legs to keep the world from seeing my intimate bits. I don’t know when he put his mask back on, but he did, and I don’t have the heart to ask when he tucks me into thebackseat with him and I crash on his lap, exhaustion taking me under.
“Take your cock out,” Rot calls from the front, and Necro must respond in sign when I hear Rot huff. “Just wipe it off, then give it to her.”
Scooting me back just a bit, Necro undoes his jeans and slips out his soft member, which is easy since none of them wear underwear. I drool, wanting it in my mouth, and lick my lips as he wipes himself up with something soft before chucking it in the back.
Nuzzling my cheek against his thigh, I blink up at my scarred man, and he arches a brow, cocking his head to the side, almost mesmerized as he grips his thickness and taps it to my lips. Happily suckling him in, he sighs and combs his fingers through my hair as I drift in the best of dreams, tasting him, my husband, my forever.
There’s no way life could get any better than this.
Turningdown a dark road in bum fuck Egypt, I look over my shoulder to check if Sola’s still out. She is happily sucking away at Necro’s cock. He doesn’t get that pleasure often, too worried she might chip a tooth on one of hispiercings, but she doesn’t mind. We got money. We can pay for the dental work, should it happen.
I snap my fingers and point to the house up the long driveway. The place I decided to bring Sola on our honeymoon to lay her past to rest.
It’s the least we can do.
Rot stiffens beside me as two club brothers protecting the porch lift their hands in greeting. “You think they kept him alive?” he asks.
“They’d better have. That’s the fuckin’ point.”
I paid Dark a pretty fuckin’ penny to track down and kidnap this motherfucker and tie him up in Sola’s old stomping grounds, where her now dead husband rots away where I left him last month, mutilated and cockless.
When we park out front, I exit, and so does Rot. “We’ll wake her once we’ve got this squared away,” I explain to our prez before quietly closing my door, so I don’t disturb Sola.
Dark marches down the steps, and with him, some guy I don’t know does the same. We do the back-clapping bro shit before getting down to business.
“Where’s he at?” I ask.
Dark jerks his head toward the house. “Tied up in the living room. It fuckin’ reeks in there.”
“No shit. Sola’s dead ex is rotting away in his bed, where I left him.” There was no use in moving the body. If someone found him, which they haven’t, then the place would’ve already been swarming with cops. They’d have cleaned up the mess for me. Given that didn’t happen speaks volumes on how much of a piece of shit he was. Not that I needed convincing. Sola recounting her childmarriage was enough for me. Who the fuck marries a kid anyhow? Disgusting.
“Don’t think you could’ve given us a heads-up?” Dark complains like a little bitch.
“Why? It doesn’t change shit, does it? I still needed this guy brought here.”
“Fair enough.” The Sacred Sinner nods. “Do you want us to stick around?”
“If either of you wanna strike the match and watch this bitch go up in flames, then yeah. If not, you’re free to leave.”
The older, salt-and-pepper-haired biker clasps Dark on the shoulder. “You go. I’ll stay. I ain’t got nothin’ better to do anyhow.”
They exchange a few words that I tune out before Dark says his goodbyes, mounts his Harley, and rides off into the night. The other guy offers me his hand to shake, which I accept. “Wolf.”
“Coffin.” Releasing his grip, I thumb to my dark-haired, much-more-attractive-than-me brother. “Rot… and our prez, Necro’s, in the truck with our old lady.”
Wolf whistles. “Nice. Well, I’m here for whatever ya need.”
