Page 48 of Sinners Keepers
“Fair,” he replied, unperturbed, then he lined his cock up with my cunt and slammed into me.
I cried out at the force of it. His movements were intense and primal, gripping my body with a feral strength. My breath stuttered as his hips moved in an unrelenting rhythm against my ass.
“Ungh. This used pussy is too fucking good,” he ground out. “I can feel him dripping out of you.”
Law groaned, readjusting himself in his pants. “Hurry the fuck up, I can’t take much more of this.”Damn, their refractory period was non-existent.
He snaked a hand between Alec’s legs, cupping his balls. Alec’s hips went flush with my ass as he jerked against me, filling me.
“I think you can give us one more,” Law said, moving his hand to the apex of my thighs. I was already on the edge of climaxing and sensitive from my last release. When he rolled my clit between his thumb and forefinger, I shattered completely, jerking intensely beneath Alec.
As I came down from the high, he lowered me to the bed and crossed the space into the bathroom. With the sounds of the sink running filling the room, I snuggled back into Law. He slung an arm over me, wincing a bit as he did. My guy was exhausted and sore, but I was so thankful he washere.
What is life that something like this could even happen, and who the fuck did my dad think he was?
Alec came back into the room with a washcloth. He climbed onto the bed and nudged my legs apart. Kneeling between my thighs, he gently ran the wet cloth over my cunt and inner thighs, wiping any evidence of the two of them. I was glad for it because I was too boneless to pull myself from the bed to go to the bathroom.
Once he finished, he tossed it into the hamper in the corner of the room and crowded me against Law with the hard length of his own body. He crossed his arm over me, resting his hand gingerly against Law’s ribcage. Law covered it with his own, and when they remained like that as they drifted off to sleep, my heart doubled in size.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Ijah
It had been three days since we’d locked Rob and Marcia up in the basement. I’d given them barely enough water to keep them alive, a bucket to piss in, and nothing else.
They sat huddled in the corner, chained to each other and to the wall, scarcely able to hold their heads up from sheer exhaustion and lack of nourishment.
I didn’t feel bad about it, not even remotely.
Anyone who’d had a hand in Hunt’s suffering deserved to die a slow and painful death, and while they didn’t directly do anything to harm her, they were both close to her father. So fuck them.
Ellis was a fucking coward. He knew where we lived, knew we had Hunt here—and now his precious girlfriend and dickwad lap dog.
But he was too much of a chicken shit to show his face because he knew what was waiting for him here. His only plan of action was to sneak up on us when we didn’t have our strength in numbers.
And that wouldn’t happen again.
“These two clowns are no closer to talking than they were the day we dragged their sorry asses in here,” Alec assessed, propped against the wall of the basement.
“No shit,” Law replied. He was sitting on the stairs, leaning back on his elbows. I felt like he needed to take it slow, but he was restless lying in bed all day and fucking stubborn.
“It’s wild to me that you two have no problem sleeping around on Ellis, but you won’t go so far as to just tell us where he is,” I said, taking slow measured steps toward them. “You’d rather die?”
“You’ll kill us either way,” Rob mumbled, barely coherent.
“Yeah, but it would’ve been a lot faster and easier had you talked.” I turned on my heel, pacing back across the room.
I stopped in front of Alec and stared at him intently. He gave a quick nod of understanding. The bastard knew me so well, it was like we shared a brain sometimes.
I held out a hand to Law to help him to his feet before curling my arm around his waist. “Those twats are a waste of oxygen,” I muttered. “And they’re doing nothing but taking up space in my basement, radiating their shitty juju throughout my living space.”
He grunted his agreement. “I can walk,” he grumbled, taking gentle steps as he climbed up the stairs.
He attempted to remove my hand from his body. “Fuck off,” I said, smacking him away and gripping him harder just because. He relented, slinging his arm over my shoulder.
As we crested the top of the stairs leading into the kitchen from the basement, two loud pops reverberated from below.
I released an easier breath, more content than I had been in days.
