Page 56 of PortCity Killers

“Don’t we both wish, princess?”

I bit my lip, my voice husky from holding back the moans that built up in my throat, “You could.”

“Don’t stall, Alex.” I bit the inside of my lip, at the command in his tone, tasting the blood there and slapped at my chocha.

“Harder or Voc will be doing it before we get on the ferry.”

I whimpered, wondering which would be worse, but I did as he asked, my head falling back, my toes curling into the seat.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

I groaned. I felt sweaty and hot and like I needed to fucking cum so bad I thought I would combust. The ferry toll came up and I scrambled to put my shorts back on no matter how tinted the windows were. Voc winked at me from the front when I glanced up accidentally, and I eeped out a response. Both he and Don laughed, making my face red.

When we were fully settled, I asked, “Is there a bathroom on the boat?”

“Yes, go on through it’ll be right past the side there, towards the bow. Would you like me to show you?”

“No, it’s fine, I’ve got it.” I grumbled, rushing to grab the door. I started to climb out the side when he called me.

“Oh, Alex?”

“Yes?” I peeked my head back to him.

“You may touch yourself more, but do not make yourself cum yet. I will know if you do and so will Valentina.” I made a sound, but he ignored it, “She’d be able to smell what a desperate little slut you’ve been for me, and we don’t want her to get jealous just yet now do we?”

I growled out in frustration, slamming the door behind me. Certainly not before hearing two very distinct sets of masculine laughter.

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Finding the bathroom took longer than necessary. Not only had it been hidden but it had been an entire floor down. I followed the textured lines on the floor directing me back up to the deck. Of course, my focus being what it was, I walked right into a man who had been leaning against the railing. I looked up, horrified as we both watched his cigarette fall into the ocean below.

His ‘dumb cunt’ cut off my apology. I snapped my head back at him with a laugh.

“Fuck you too, dude.”

“Say again?” His rotting breath filled my airspace.

I pulled back, but he crowded me to the railing behind us. His chest touched mine in a I’m-a-bigger-man type of way that I’d been faced with on more than one occasion by many a drunk man.

“I said, fuck off.”

He looked down at me, his eyes catching on my cleavage or the bar uniform tank itself—I don’t know—but his laugh said he didn’t care much for whatever he had been seeing, “Do you even know who I am, little girl?”

I nearly gagged at his use of the words. The condescension dripped from his teeth. I looked past him, hoping I would catch a glimpse of the car, but I couldn’t see the platform deck from here.

“I know if you don’t let me go, you’re going to wish you had.”

“Oh, really?”

He spun me. Crushing my ribs into the bar, cutting into me as he clasped a hand around the back of my neck. His other hand gripped the back of my shorts at the waist where my tank top tucked into them.

He lifted and I gasped, the material cutting into delicate places as my feet lifted up from the goddamn ground. I kicked out, but my legs were too short to reach anything of substance before he was pressing me harder into the railing.

I looked down at the drop. My heart stuttered in my chest, wind whipping my hair around my face. I hooked a foot under the bar, gripping it with all my fucking might. My eyes stung from the salt water spray kicking up off the side of the boat. The taste of it filled my mouth as it slashed up. I struggled, pushing and twisting against him.

He laughed; fucking laughed at me. I risked lifting a hand from the railing to elbow him. He grunted, my blow landing right in his gut, but I immediately regretted it. With only one hand keeping me from being thrown over he used a thigh between my legs to hoist me further over the railing. I shrieked, the wind flung my hair around, blinding me.

I had a moment of pure clarity, so crystalline that I knew, felt in my goddamn bones, the way the metal fans propelling our ship would rip into my flesh, removing it from bone if he got me just an inch higher.

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