Page 51 of Orion Ruined

So I’m going to help her. Fuck Orion and fuck Logan. I don’t want her to suffer. I want to help her, and I want her to stay. I want to see if she’ll stick around once she’s done with us.

I spend my time riding with Rocco, Dewei, and Buzz, talking about Camila’s death, the wanted girl (Maisy), and the sales of our guns that are going down, and I think I got a lead. Someone said they saw Camila at the studio close to my club a while back. If she produced Maisy’s video in there, then that’s where Maisy and I are going. That’s the quickest and easiest way to go about it. If the studio has Maisy’s video, they’ll recognize her and then I’d make sure she gets it. One way or another.

Maisy. I haven’t seen her in close to a week and I want nothing more than to have her on the backseat of my BMW K1600. I’m sure she’d be willing. I even got a helmet for her. If I really think about it, this would be good for Maisy’s wellbeing. Both Orion and Logan would agree. They’ll do everything to keep her comfortable. Saying that, I’ve been calling Orion all day, and he’s not answering his cell.

I rev my bike once as I approach his house, wary of my surroundings. I’ve done this so many times, but one can’t be too careful. Revving could cause problems, but at least I’ll have time to speed off.

The way is clear and I park my bike under the shrubs, remove my helmet, and climb up to the window. Maisy’s in bed, in her cami top and panties, watching TV. What a sight to behold. I could sit here and watch her for hours.

She jumps when I knock on the window. Seeing it’s me, she immediately relaxes and smiles. My baby girl’s had a haircut, and I’m smitten. The shoulder-length hair suits her so well, and highlights, too. She’s never been more of a woman in my eyes than she is now. I’m overwhelmed by my desire to claim that barely-clothed body of hers. That face. That child-like smile that’s mine, right now.

She opens the window and I’m still looking at her in awe. “Come in, someone might see you,” she purrs.

I jump inside and immediately touch her hair. “Wow.” I cannot stop myself from sounding like a teenager, when only a few hours ago I smashed in someone’s skull. I was feared. I was ruthless.

“You like it?”

“Well, I didn’t know you could look more beautiful than before, which leads me to believe that men would ogle you even more now, so I’m not sure.”

“It’s only you three that look at me. I haven’t seen another living soul for quite some time.” She takes a deep breath. “Kai, I know I messed up by not telling you everything about–”

“It’s fine. You didn’t mess up. I got you.” I’m not going to let her apologize to me for having a fucked-up life. She did lie to us, though. Why am I willing to look the other way for her, but would skin anyone else alive?

“I didn’t lie to you, I just didn’t–”

I stop her again. “Don’t apologize.”

Impatient, I press my lips to hers and she offers me a sweet, long, unhurried kiss. I pull her body close to mine, and as I kiss her, she moans into my mouth. Her delicate fingers run through my hair, then down over my pecs and around to the back. She grabs my ass and pulls me closer.

“Kai, I missed you so much,” she mumbles, sucking on my bottom lip.

This is all I need. I peel off my leather jacket and pick her up in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist as I pin her against the wall. My cock is rock-hard, having cried for her every day, and now, as I grind into her panties, her body sandwiched between the wall and me is mine to do what I wish with.

I’m devouring her mouth as I unbutton my jeans and free up my cock. I fist it a few times and rub it against her panties. Without a moment to waste, her arms are over my shoulders and on my back, clawing with her nails, pulling my body close to hers with urgency, and she moans again into my mouth.

I hook my fingers into her panties and rip them, my cock finding her opening easy as I run it up and down her slit, and I edge inside her, an inch at a time as she moans. I know my baby girl wants me in one go, and I groan, lifting her by the butt cheeks and stretching her as she takes me. Her sweet pussy is so tight, she’ll make me cum before I want to, so I don’t give her any time to adjust to me and spear her fully.

“Take-every-inch-of-me,” I growl, like an animal.

Using the wall for leverage, I begin to pound into her, hard, fast, feral. Wordless grunts tear from her throat as I slam into her, intent on expelling all the air from her lungs. Each thrust into her cunt is rough, ruthless. I will wait no more; she’s here, she’s mine. Too soon her grunts become staccato as I pace myself to her rhythm, but it’s too late for me. She’s milking me with her screams.

“Kai! Oh my God, Kai!” She unravels under my body and I lower my head to her shoulder, releasing a loud, guttural groan as my seed empties into her and her cum gushes down my cock.

“I needed you just like this. Hard, raw, and wet,” I mumble against her lips before kissing her.

Out of breath, still panting, she grins. “That-was-the-best!”

I lift her up and slowly slide my cock out of her, then lower her down.

She passes me a tissue. “Here.”

“I don’t need one.” I wink at her and button up my jeans. “I love your cum on me.”

“Me too,” she chuckles, and sweetly presses her lips to mine, humming against my mouth.

She turns and opens the closet, pulling out a new pair of panties that she puts on as I wrap my arms around her body from behind and kiss her neck. She leans into me, and our eyes land on our reflection in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful, Maisy Roy.”

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