Page 57 of Along for the Ride

I carve his face until the flesh spreads and he becomes more and more unrecognizable. With every pass of the blade, I scream out the pain I’ve held inside for most of my life. I grip the handle and prepare to drive the blade into his gut, to finally slay the demon who has haunted my mind.

But my hand won’t move.

It was one thing to carve him up and slice off his dick like I’ve imagined doing, but ending a life...That’s something else. My hand shakes, and the knife falls to the carpet. My eyes dart between Gentry and Karson, pleading for them to step in and finish this. “I can’t do it. He deserves it, but I can’t!”

Karson steps behind Martin and keeps him standing so Gentry can come to me. Gentry leans down, grabs the knife, and places it against my quivering fingers. When I don’t grip it, he stands behind me and wraps his hand around mine, forcing my fingers to close. His other hand goes to my arm, rubbing it, comforting me.

I’m not alone. I’m not weak. That’s what his touch tells me.

We step forward and plunge the knife beneath Martin’s ribcage. I expect it to take more force, but the blade glides in, only stuttering a bit as it rubs against bone. I also expect to feel sickened by this act, by these sounds, by the horrific scream from Martin. Instead, I feel a rush. A dizzying wave courses through me, and I’m like a bird flying from a cage. I’m free.

Karson groans. “That is so fucking hot, thief.”

“Good girl, wanderer,” Gentry growls in my ear. “My little killer.”

I melt into his touch as his words rush straight to my pelvis. Gentry eases our hands away from the knife handle, and he rubs my sides. Karson releases Martin, who falls to the ground in a gasping heap. Blood sputters from his lips, and he’s stopped screaming.

Gentry hooks his gloved thumbs into my pants and tugs them to my thighs. When he pushes me down by the back of my neck, my hands land on the dying man’s knees. Gentry unzips his jeans and pushes inside me. Martin shakes with each thrust, blood falling from his lips in heavy drops as his breathing grows more and more irregular. He blinks at me as if he wants to speak, but he can’t. We’ve silenced him forever, and I hope he enjoys the show.

Gentry reaches between my legs and rubs me. “I want you to come for me, with your hands on his fucking knees as he bleeds out in front of you.”

Karson walks over, unzips his pants, and pulls out his hard cock. His hand strokes his length as he brushes the hair away from my face. “Suck it, thief,” he growls, and I turn my head toward him. “Not me,” he says as he guides my chin toward the handle sticking out of Martin’s abdomen. “Suck my favorite knife.”

I stare at the bird’s-head grip and take the weapon’s handle into my mouth, my tongue rolling over the finger grooves along the bottom. The tangy taste of metal, blood, and leather fill my mouth. Karson strokes faster as I suck off his knife.

“Like that, thief,” Karson growls as he strokes himself above my head. Martin coughs, sending a spattering of blood across my face and Karson’s dick, but we don’t stop.

Karson’s strokes oddly turn me on, and I find myself biting into the grip as Gentry’s fingers bring me that much closer. I want to come before Martin dies. I want him to see what it looks like when a man makes a woman feel good. Gentry’s thrusts knock me forward onto the handle, sending it deeper into Martin’s gut. Each breath my stepfather takes grows shallower, more irregular.

I pull my mouth away from the handle of the knife and bear down on Gentry as he makes me come. Karson strokes himself harder and faster as each moan leaves my mouth. My entire body shudders in front of the man who hurt me. My pleasure overpowers any pain he caused, and his current pain only fuels my pleasure. As he dies, I find life—an undeniable and explosive dichotomy.

“I’m going to fill your perfect pussy,” Gentry growls as his hips stutter against my ass. His thrusts grow ragged as he comes inside me. “Don’t let a single drop fall out of you.”

As he pulls away, I sit up so that my pussy hovers over my jeans, then I pull them up so I don’t lose a drop of Gentry’s precious come.

“We have to finish him off,” Karson says. He turns to me, still stroking his dick. “May I?” He asks this with a childish excitement, and I don’t have the heart to tell him no.

“Please do,” I say. I’ve more than fulfilled my fantasy at this point.

I stand up and find myself wanting to put my hand on Karson as he steps between me and Martin. I stand behind him, reach around, and grip his dick. Karson lets me take over, leaning forward and ripping the knife from Martin’s abdomen. He groans, and I’m not sure if it’s from the squelching sound the blade makes as it pulls free or the movement of my hand or all of the above.

Karson lifts Martin by his blood-soaked hair and stabs the blade into his throat. Arterial blood sprays across my face as he removes the knife, and Martin finally stops breathing.

“Fuck, thief, you’re going to make me come. Squeeze my base,” he says through clenched teeth.

I do as he says. The last thing we want is for anyone’s come to be left at the scene of a homicide. Karson secures the knife on his hip, grabs my shoulders, and pushes me to my knees. He shoves his cock in my mouth, and the metal piercings clack against my teeth in his haste to be inside me. He pushes to the back of my throat three times before easing back and filling my mouth.

“Show me,” he says through a growl.

I spread my lips and show him what he gave me, then he rips off one of his gloves and smears his finger through the blood on my face before pushing it into my mouth. The metallic taste mixes with his salty come.

“Now swallow.”

I take the unpleasant mixture to the back of my throat and do as he commands. He pulls me to my feet and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth to taste what I tasted. He grips my chin and pulls away to lap at my cheek, licking my abuser’s blood from my skin. Gentry comes up behind me and buries his face in my shoulder. I love when both their hands are on me.

“You did such a good job, my dirty little killer,” Gentry whispers. “No one who hurts you will be allowed to draw breath. I promise you that.”

“Wepromise you that,” Karson clarifies as his tongue swipes my lips once more.

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