Page 9 of Deviant Bastards

“Ok, Little Brawler. Let’s go.” Barker commands as he walks back into the room.Go? Go where, exactly?I wonder, but I decide to follow him anyway. Up to this point, they haven’t harmed me in any way, so I can’t see them starting now. I follow him and Dayton back along the corridor, and Barker opens another door, gesturing for me to go in. As I enter the room, I immediately see that there is a massive sofa in the middle of the open area that’s facing a projector screen. There are leather armchairs along one side and big, bean-bag chairs scattered around a low coffee table that sits in front of the sofa. “Welcome to our movie room,” Dayton says as he takes a seat on one of the bean-bag chairs. I decide to lay out on the sofa because it’s got the best view of the projection screen.

“What are we watching?” I ask as I sink lower into the cushions, making myself comfortable. Barker sits on the other end, my feet barely touching his thigh. He pulls out a remote control from one of the pockets on the side of the sofa and hits a button. The sound of cars racing fills the room, and for a while, it’s theonlysound in the room. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I know that I’m being watched. I look at the guys, expecting it to be Dayton or Barker, but instead, they are both fully engrossed in the movie.

I search the room and spot a guy standing in the doorway, observing us intensely. He’s tall, about six foot two, and has black hair styled in a ponytail, with a short beard framing his perfect, pouty lips. The flickering lights from the movie cause his charcoal eyes to pierce the room like lightning strikes in a thunderstorm. Taking in the whole scene before him, he asks, “What the fuck isshedoing up here?” His voice is a tenor boom that makes me feel all sorts of things while demanding your attention and silence. Barker pauses the film, turning to face him. “Ric said to change her room.”Ah, so this is Gryffin then.“Change her room doesn’t mean give her a fucking tour,” Gryffin snarls. “Sheis in the room, dickhead, and I can hear you,” I say as I turn to face him completely. He glares at me in a way that would make a normal person shit their pants, but all it does to me is piss me off further. I get up and storm out of the room, Barker following closely behind me. Once we’re back in the room that they have decided will be mine, he closes and locks the door. I walk to the bed, picking up a pillow and screaming into it until my lungs hurt or I feel like I’m going to pass out.

I throw the pillow across the room and stomp into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I strip out of my clothes. In this moment, I couldn’t care if any of them walked into the room. I justneedto scrub the grime and dirt off of me. I feel dirty and gross, but I couldn’t tell you what set me off. Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water run over my body, relaxing my muscles as I take deep breaths. I scrub the dirt away, washing my hair twice before I step out of the shower. I wrap myself in a warm fluffy towel and pad back into the room. Now that I’m clean and it’s not the only thing I can think about, I freeze with the realization that one ofthemis still in my room.

Dayton stands stone statue still in the center of the room. His striking gaze locks on mine, and then he takes in the fact that I’m only wearing a towel before he turns, his back to me while he murmurs ‘sorry’. I walk into the closet and pick out a pair of plain black sleep shorts along with a vest top. Putting them on quickly, I walk back into the room.

“What do you want?” I ask him as I make my way towards the bed with an extra sway to my step. I can feel his eyes on my arse as I walk, and I chuckle. “I came to apologise for Gryffin,” he says, getting closer to me. “And to let you know that Barker is on guard duty.”How nice of him to let me know that I only have one guard tonight.I quirk a brow at him. The silent question passing between us.

“I gotta work,” is all he says before he leaves the room with his head hung low. I can tell that he feels like shit for what he did to me, and even though things got a little heated, I’m not going to let him off the hook that easily. He closes the door softly behind him, and as I lie back in the bed, I begin to form a plan in my head. I know the layout of this floor, the ground floor, and some of the basement floor. I know that just at the bottom of the main stairs is where the front door is located. If I can outrun Barker or somehow subdue him, then maybe, just maybe, I have a chance of getting out of here.

I wait another few minutes after Dayton leaves, and then I make my way back to the closet, looking for a pair of joggers or something that will be easy to run in. I come across a pair of black leggings, which I pull on, not bothering to remove the shorts that I’m already wearing. On the bottom shelf of the closet, I find a pair of white trainers. I quickly slip them onto my feet and silently walk to the bedroom door. I jiggle the handle; it opens with ease.Dayton must have forgotten to lock it when he left.I check the hallway for Barker but don’t see him, so I decide to make a break for it.

When I get to the top of the staircase, I hear him growl. “Oh, Little Brawler, where are you?” he coos as I run down the stairs. My feet are going so fast that I almost trip and barrel roll down the rest of them, but luckily, I catch myself just before that can happen. I hear his feet pounding along the hall. “Where do you think you’re going, little girl?” A low, Irish voice asks as two strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back.

“I got her, Aiden,” Barker says as he tightens his grip on me. I kick my legs back, aiming for his dick. He grunts as one of my feet connects with his shin. His dick digs into my arse, and I stop wriggling against him. “Fuck, Little Brawler.” He whispers in my ear as he continues to pull me backwards. Goosebumps rise along my skin, and a buzz washes over me. And although my mind screams at me to fight, to find a way to escape, my skin tingles in his hold; it’s as if my body is happy to be caught by Barker. He carries me up the stairs and into my room. He throws me onto the bed, and I bounce slightly. “Where were you gonna go, Little Brawler?” he asks as he prowls closer to me. “You do know that we are in the middle of nowhere, right?” he laughs. His grin looks feral, and it has my breathing coming out in harsh pants. He keeps coming closer to me as if he’s stalking his prey. He grabs hold of one of my ankles, yanking me down the bed a little before he pounces on top of me.

He looms over me, a maniacal look twisting his features as he takes ahold of my arms and pins them above my head with one hand. I try to pull my hands out of his grip, but he’s too fucking strong. I go to lift my leg to knee him in the balls, but he grabs hold of me and pins me back down onto the bed.

He leans down closer to me, inhaling a deep breath through his nose. “You smell too fucking good,” he sighs as he sits up slightly. Looking down at me, he says, “You know, you don’t have to be miserable here. We could have somerealfun together while we wait for your father to admit what he did. I bet there are lots of things I could teach you. You know... like how it feels to be with a real man.” His words have heat pooling in my lower stomach, and my panties dampen as his rock-hard cock digs into my stomach. I try to even out my breathing and think of anything other than how his body feels against mine. “You need to understand something right now; there is no escaping us. At least not until we decide to let you go. Hell,ifwe decide to let you go.”

In this moment, his offer makes perfect sense, and with the way Dayton left me wanting early, I’m in desperate need of a release. So, I give in to my desires. He wants to have fun with me, and honestly, I don’t mind, not in the slightest. Being the daughter of one of the most feared men in London kind of made it hard to meet guys. So, having one at my disposal... why the fuck wouldn’t I indulge myself? Even if all I get out of it is learning what I like and what I don’t. My legs fall open, spreading further apart and allowing him to settle between them. His bulge presses against my sensitive center and drags a needy moan from deep within me. Shifting my hips, I try to rub myself against him, searching for a relief that I know, deep down in my bones, only this man can give me. He chuckles wickedly at my movement, but instead of giving me what I want, he secures me in place with a hand on my hip, stilling my actions.

After a moment of just staring into my eyes, he slowly releases my hip and leans back, finally giving me a proper view of his gorgeous body. My mouth waters at the sight of him while my core clenches. He rips his t-shirt off, throwing it across the room. His muscles are like etched out granite and cover his entire torso; smooth, rippling, and divinely lickable. The need to touch him is overpowering and almost painful.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before, excitement and nervousness creeps through me as I take him in. The thought of having such an exquisite, albeit broody, man who wants me back causes my heart rate to go up a notch.

He leans over me again, lazily placing kisses on every inch of exposed skin while slowly pushing my shirt up my body as he goes. He moves back up to my neck and quickly finds the sensitive spot behind my ear. He relishes in the noise I make when he sucks on it; my gasp is his reward that only earns me a nip to my soft flesh. He takes his time to continue his search, learning which areas are the most responsive to his assault. I’m ready to snap, my restraint slipping further and further from me. He reaches for the waistband of my panties, looking to me for confirmation to continue first.Like he even has to ask!My excited expression and the drool coming from my lips should tell him everything he needs to know, but I appreciate his consideration in wanting to be sure. This small hesitation proves to me that I was right to trust him while I explore my sexuality, that I’m safe with him until I find my way back home. I nod several times as my answer, and the little chuckle that leaves his mouth as he removes my panties is like angelic music.He leisurely runs his tongue up the inside of my thigh, and when he reaches the apex, he gives my core a long, slow lick. He dips his tongue inside me before swirling it around my sensitive bud of nerves, causing me to jump and almost fall off the bed. My moans fill the room, and it doesn’t even occur to me to try and keep quiet. I am consumed by every sensation he is creating.

“Barker, I need you... now.” I moan as he deeply licks the inside of my soaking, wet centre. My head tips back, and I buck my hips, needing him deeper. He growls in satisfaction against my folds. The vibration of his growl ripples through me, and it's such an amazing feeling that I need more. I needso muchmore.

“Patience, Little Brawler. If we go too quickly, this won't last as long as I want it to, and I intend on making it last as long as possible,” he tells me in between, peppering me with kisses and long teasing licks to my already over-stimulated nub.

“Please,” I beg because I can't handle any more of his torture. My back arches in pleasure, and he pulls away, looking down at me. The passion swirling in his eyes is so intense that it makes me groan. I can’t resist pulling his face to mine, and I realise that the sweet, honey taste on his tongue is all me.

“Now that I've got you dripping for me, I'll give you what you really want. What we both want,” he says before getting off the bed and dropping his pants and boxers in one go. He opens a drawer in the bedside unit and pulls out a condom. I watch, mesmerised, as he glides it down his thick length. He climbs back onto the bed, gliding his hands up my legs and guides them around his waist. He grips my hips, lifting my ass up and opening me up to him more. I feel him stroke me along my entrance with his thick head, but it’s not enough, so I wriggle slightly to get what I’m desperate for. He is only too happy to oblige. Inch by inch, he enters me, stretching me. The burn I feel due to his huge girth is delicious.

Having him inside me, filling me completely, makes me feel whole. He withdrawals himself, taking a small piece of me with him before sliding back in. Each time he thrusts into me, I feel like electricity is flooding my veins, and I can't contain my moans. It’s not long until he has my sex clenching, and the orgasm ripples through me. My body explodes in fireworks of pleasure. Soon after, Barker is falling along with me, grunting into my neck as he fills me. Rolling to his side while keeping me in his arms, we just lay there together, feeling each other and basking in the amazing afterglow. In this moment, my heart feels so full that it could explode, and that's a scary feeling because I’ve never felt like this before.

Barker gets up and walks to the bathroom, emerging a moment later with a damp cloth, and he gently cleans me up. I pull my panties and top back on, forgoing my bra as I snuggle farther down into the bed while watching him get dressed again.

As he pulls up his pants, Gryffin barges into the room, taking in the scene before him. Me, lying on the bed, and Barker, zipping his trousers up. Barker chuckles when he notices Gryffin staring him down. “What the fuck did you do? Actually, I don’t want to know. We have a meeting with Kendric in half an hour once Gadge gets back. Then you can explain how you’ve already fucked her,” he snarls as he stalks out of the room.

Barker goes to follow Gryffin without saying a word to me. “I want to see Kendric,” I demand to his retreating form.

“Not going to happen,” comes Gryffin’s reply from the hallway outside my door. “So, what exactly is the plan for me then?” I ask. Both guys come back into the room and close the door behind them. “What’s the point of kidnapping and holding me here? What does it get you?” I ask when neither of them speaks.

“You’re being held here because of what your fucking father did,” Gryffin barks at me. “He killed Marcus and you... you are our way of getting him to admit what he did.” He states this as if it’s a proven fact. I look at him, gobsmacked. “My father didn’t kill Marcus, you bastard. Lee is clearly behind that, why can’t you see that?” Gryffin has the audacity to laugh at me. “Is that what your daddy told you? That he wasn’t behind it? That’s bullshit, Pixie, and you know it.”Pixie... what the fuck!I glare at him. “Lee is an evil and manipulative monster; he would have made it look like it was my dad’s men, but I can assure you it wasn’t. The Warriors had nothing to do with it.” I explain with a firm belief in what I'm saying. Both guys storm out of the room, slamming the door shut behind them.Well, fuck my life.They really do think that my dad is behind Marcus’s murder.

A short while later, I have resorted to pacing the room like a caged animal, thinking,‘there has to be a way out of this, but the question is how?’I wonder if my dad has even started looking for me yet? The fuckers have taken my phone, so I can’t even call him myself. I can’t stand this boredom any longer, so I open the door to find Barker standing guard. “Can I get a book or a magazine... or something?” I ask him because I’m bored as fuck and need something to do while we wait for Kendric.

“What do you think this is, a waiting room or something?” He asks, sarcasm dripping from his tone. “Are you always a bastard, or is that pleasure only saved for me?” I sass back because fuck him and his moods. Barker sighs at me. “Fine, let’s go see Gryffin. He has some books,” he says as he storms across the hallway and raps his knuckles on Gryffin’s door. “Can Little Brawler have a look at your books?” he asks as Gryffin opens the door slightly. “Why would I share with her, she’s a fucking prisoner,” he barks.

“Could you live without your books? No? Well, it seems neither can she. Just let her borrow one,” Barker almost pleads with his friend. “Fine, but she better not crack the spine or damage the book in any way,” Gryffin spits. “Sheis standing right here, fuckface.” I fire at him because, frankly, I’ve had enough of him and his shitty attitude towards me. He needs to remember that I didn’t ask to be here, the fucker won’t even look at me.

These boys are really starting to piss me off, and if they’re not careful, I’m gonna kick their arses. Gryffin scowls at me while Barker chuckles at my side, so I elbow him in the stomach. “The fuck was that for, Little Brawler?” he asks with a wheeze as he sucks in a lungful of air. I glare back at him while saying, “For being your usual dickish self.” I enter Gryffin’s room, and... wow. His room is stunning. It’s decorated in light greys with black accents. The bed is huge and looks like you could fit at least ten people on it without a problem. It has a black metal frame, accenting the light grey satin sheets that covers the mattress.

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