Page 3 of Dirty Little Convict
Stone pulls back and sighs. “Let’s get her locked up, then I want you on your fucking knees in my room.” He snaps his arm out and grips my throat. “You’re going to suck my cock until I come down that pretty little throat. Only then will I allow you tofuck me. Am I fucking clear?” I love it when he gets rough and dominant with me.
“Yes, Sir.” I dart my tongue out and lick my bottom lip, just to drive his ass crazy. His eyes narrow as his upper lip draws back in a snarl, making me laugh. “Let’s go, I need to be balls deep inside that ass in the next twenty minutes orI’llmake you suck my cock in the living room in front of your dad.”
His eyes darken with lust. Stone likes getting freaky and trying new shit and is down for anything. Truth is, I want his dad to watch me as I fuck his son’s face but Kincaid Thatcher isn’t into dick, just pussy.
Well, more specificallyherpussy.
We climb out of the car. Stone gathers her in his arms and I don’t miss the way he peers down at her with equal parts longing and hatred. What she did to him and Kincaid is something that can never be forgotten, but I know as well as the both of them that this girl is one in a million. She would fit our weird-ass fucking trio and being able to fuck her whenever I want would be the cherry on top.
Nah, scratch that. Her watching me fuck her first love while she is chained up in the cage in the basement would be the best form of revenge.
The problem with Lennon St James is that she remembers Stone and Kincaid and how she fucked them over, but she forgot all about me the moment she sent Kin to prison for something he didn’t fucking do all because her mommy made her do it! Everyone knows Karen was a bitch, she only wanted to marry Kincaid for his money. Stone told me she only fucked his dad once and that was it. If you ask me, I think Kincaid married that cunt so he could keep her daughter close because she is the real fucking prize after all.
THREE
LENNON
My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton balls, my body is aching and my head is pounding. How much did I drink at the club with Molly? I try to think back to what we drank but come up blank.
I didn’t make it to the fucking club!
Memories of my Lyft driver grabbing me and placing something over my mouth flashes through my mind. A whimper of fear escapes me and I hate that my stupid whore of a pussy is pulsating because of how terrified I am. I force my eyes open, instantly slamming them closed again when the bright LED light overhead burns them. I slowly blink them open. I try to move but my hands are handcuffed above my head, my feet are chained to the bottom of the… cage!
I’m in a fucking cage!
I tamper my panic down and try to remain calm, but that all flies out the window when I look down and see my dress has been removed and I’m left in nothing but my crotchless panties, bralette and stockings. My boots are nowhere to be seen and my terror amps up to new levels.
“Help!” I scream, then instantly regret it when I begin to cough. My mouth is drier than my mom’s snatch right now. I try to pull against the cuffs. I know it’s useless and I can’t breakthem, but I also refuse to just hang here and wait for that fucker to come down here and do God only knows what to me!
When the metal bites into the soft flesh of my skin, I growl in frustration.
“I’m gonna kill you!” I scream out. Not a minute later the room is plunged into darkness. A cold shiver slides down my spine. I get the sensation I’m being watched but not just by one person. My skin starts to crawl and I try to fight back the arousal coursing through me. The last thing I want is for that motherfucker to come in this cage and feel how drenched I am thinking it’s forhim.
A gasp escapes me when a light flickers on, but it’s a red light, only offering me enough of a glow to see…
“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me,” I breathe out at the sight of three masked men standing there. Unlike Molly’s masked stalkers, mine don’t wear suits or sweats, nope. These fuckers are wearing long-sleeve flannel shirts, dark-wash jeans and combat boots. I would think they were identical except for the fact that the color of their LED masks are the same color as their shirts.
Purple.
Orange.
Red.
I try to think of a threat or something to throw them off, but then the purple one on the end steps forward and I jerk harder against my restraints at the sight of the fucking axe in his hand.
“Tick tock, little convict.” His voice is distorted and sounds robotic.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I hiss.
Red and Orange move to flank Purple on either side. One of them holds a metal baseball bat and the other holds a… knife. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
“Those shackles are set on a timer,” Orange says robotically.
“In precisely three minutes, you will be free and that cage door will open,” Red adds. There is something about red that has me on edge, he’s bigger than the other two and somehow more intimidating.
I dart my tongue out to moisten my chapped lips. “What happens when I’m free?” I utter. The three of them release dark chuckles, which only serves to heighten my fear.
“Little convict,little convict, oh how I have missed you.” I recoil from his daunting words. “We’re going to play a game of hide and seek,” Purple says.
