Page 78 of Property of Necro
He peeks over at Necro to see what he’s up to.
Nothing.
He’s up to nothing.
“I look forward to keeping your severed cock in a jar,” I taunt the man, my voice sounding a whole lot more confident than I feel.
He scoffs and steps a foot closer. “Oh. Yeah? How ya gonna do that?”
“Rip it off.” I snap my teeth at him and fake snarl, sounding pretty convincing if I do say so myself.
Some jackass in the corner who’s pretending not to exist snorts. It’s low, but I hear it. I whip my head in his direction. “You have something to add?”
Pacing around Rot’soffice like a bear hopped on the best coke, I can’t stop watchin’ the feed. Twenty-six thousand views and counting. “She’s hot. Right? That’s hot. Fuck.” I grip my erection over the front of my jeans, damn near close to whipping it out and jacking off. There’s already a stain forming from how turned on I am.My balls ache.
I look down at my damaged pec.
She marked me.
Fuck.
That’s hot.
Those little tooth imprints and the blood, I wish I would never have to wash them off.
“Yeah. She’s hot, but Necro needs to get up. That sick fuck is gettin’ too close.”
Stepping next to Rot, I slap him upside the head. “No. Shit. This was your dumbass idea.”
“Why is he just sittin’ there like that?” Rot slams his fist on the desk. “Get the fuck up!”
“Did you hear her say she wants to keep his severed cock in a jar? We’re gonna do that, right?” Pride blooms in my chest.
“Fuck yeah, we are.”
“Good.” I nod and continue to pace. ‘Cause I can’t sit still. That’s our woman in there, and Necro’s decided to nap on the job.
“We should’ve run this by him,” Rot throws out.
“No. Shit. Sherlock. He’s pissed. He already said we’re gonna pay.”
“As long as he makes us pay and not, Sola, I don’t give a fuck.”
The Nazi crowds into Sola’s corner, and she shrinks to the ground. Rot clicks a million buttons on his computer, trying to see what’s happening. “Fuck! Come on.”
The guy shakes his cock, and precum lands on Sola’s mask.
Oh. Hell no!
That’s it.
Slipping my knife out of the side of my boot, I storm to the door. If Necro wants to sit this one out, so be it. But I’m done. He needs to die.
Rot grips my shoulder and spins me around just as I reach the handle. I shrug him off. “I’m not lettin’ this fuckin’ happen. This is your fault!” I boom and shove the asshole in the chest, and he stumbles back.
Snarling at me, pissed I put my hands on him, Rot shoves me harder in return. “I didn’t know, okay?!” Rot’s gaze bores into mine with such intensity. “Trust our prez, brother. Trust. Him.”
And then what? What if he doesn’t step in? What if we can’t trust him…. What… Sola’s blood-curdling scream severs my thoughts… and my heart… it fucking explodes.
