Page 22 of Dirty Little Convict
“Who the fuck are you?” Stone snaps.
“Tick Tock, little convict,” she says in a robotic tone, then swings the machete up to rest on her shoulder.
“Lennon?” Kin breathes out, causing me to gasp.
She strikes out and points the machete right at Kin’s chest. “Say that fucking name again and I’ll rip your tongue out and fuck you with it.” I choke on my laugh, that was the same fucking thing he said to her when she said his name.
I raise my hands and take a step forward but stop when she presses the blade into my chest. “Okay, little convict. I’ll play your game, baby. What do you want from us?”
“Your fear. Your mind. Your body,” she answers in that fucking robotic tone. I get why she hated it when we used the masks now.
“Is that all?” Stone presses as he moves to stand beside me. “Because we want more than that from you, convict.”
I feel the blade start to tremble against my chest but don’t call her on it.
“We want your submission,” Kin says as he comes to stand on my other side. “Your body. But, most of all, we want a fucking place in your heart.” The machete drops from her hand and clangs against the wooden floor. The silence is so fucking loud you could hear a pin drop.
I can tell she is floundering from the revelation so I choose to help her out. “You get to call the shots tonight, convict. What do you want us to do?”
She squares her shoulders and runs her gaze over all of us. The three of us are standing here in nothing but our briefs. “Run.”
TWENTY
LENNON
They waste no time.
The three of them turn and race for the back door. I know why they chose to run outside practically naked. They want to even the odds because that’s what I did for them. I chase after them with a smile on my face. I don’t know what I was thinking but I never expected the three of them to split off and go in different directions. I growl in frustration and bank left to chase Stone into the woods. How the fuck can he see so well in the dark? Even with the light of my mask I’m struggling. When I lose sight of them, I slow to a stop and spin around in a circle and strain my hearing to listen for the sound of snow crunching beneath his feet.
“Imagine losing your prey?” I spin around to the right at the sound of Huxley’s voice. I squint my eyes, trying to spot him but come up empty.
“It’s clear we’re the hunters.” I turn to the right at the sound of Kin’s voice but I see nothing.
A shriek tears out of me when an arm wraps around my waist from behind and I feel someone pressed against my back. “You will always be our prey, little convict,” Stone purrs in my ear, making me moan and melt into him. He grips my throat with hisfree hand and tilts my head back so I’m forced to look up at him. “You had a chance at freedom from us, baby.”
“I don’t want it,” I admit.
I loll my head to the side at the sound of the other two approaching us—fuck they look hot. Hux’s brown hair is a mess but it’s the hungry look in his brown eyes that has me clenching my thighs. I look at Kincaid next and a lump forms in my throat at the sight of him. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back and his glorious body is on display for me to drink in every inch of him.
“The mask is hot and everything, babe, but for what we have in store for you, we’re gonna need that mouth to be free.” Huxley’s dark promise sends a shiver of need down my spine. Kin steps forward and tears the mask off. The second we lock eyes the world fucking shifts. No longer are there any boundaries between us, this is real and we’re forced to face each other.
When Kincaid leans down and smashes his lips against mine, my mind blanks. I’m burning with need for them. I don’t realize he has lifted me off the ground until he begins walking. My legs and arms are wrapped around him in a bruising hold but he doesn’t seem to care as he fucks my mouth with his tongue.
The taste of him is sweeter than honey.
I don’t realize we’re inside the cabin until I hear the door slam closed. I break the kiss and look back at Stone. “Where’s Hux?” I ask breathlessly as Kin carries me into the living room.
“Fixing the power.” I chuckle but it dies the second Kincaid throws me onto the bed. I bounce once before he is on top of me, pinning me in place with his weight.
The light in the hallway flicks on, offering me enough light to see the lust in Kin’s eyes but I also see… love. I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand and stare into his eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “I know why you did it and I don’t blame you. It would have killed me to lose my son. You made the right choice, Lennon.” I don’t realize I’m crying until he swipes my tears away with his thumbs.
“Little convict, as touching as this moment is and everything, my cock is begging to be inside you and it’s been denied the warmth of your cunt for too long.” Stone’s crass words snap me out of it and heat surges inside me. Huxley enters the room and suddenly the space feels too small. My clothes feel so tight and restricting, my panties are fucking ruined. I’m so wet and my pussy is pulsing with need.
“I need to feel you all inside me,” I moan as I try to grind against Kincaid, but the bastard lifts his hips off me, denying me the friction I’m craving. I whimper in protest which causes him to smirk down at me smugly. I want to claw his face, I’m too turned on to be denied what I want right now.
