Page 97 of Orion Ruined

ORION

Torture. Hell. Daydreams. Rage. That’s how my time went by. I hated everything about it because too often I caught myself daydreaming about sinking my cock into her cunt as I gazed at my cell, at the few pictures I took of her naked. I never showed Kai or Logan those pictures. I didn’t want them to get distracted. Or mess with them. That sweet little cunt we’ve allowed in our lives had too much power over us.

The letters she wrote to me about the food she had when she stayed in her room, I re-read those too. Fuck knows why I kept them. She loved strawberries. And cream. Each time I’d think of the word ‘cream’ a vivid flash back would come to me of her squirting whipped cream in her mouth, and the activities that transpired that day. Little manipulative cunt.

I also drove too many times around the house she was staying in and had to be held back from going and killing everyone in there. Garry, the only person from the Cartes I trust, supplied them with quality marijuana, because I didn’t want her taking a bad trip. Although even now, I’m not sure how much she smoked.

But she had to learn the lesson of being on her own, unprotected. I wanted her to appreciate every fucking little thing we’ve been doing for her. It was either that or kill her. And that’s out of question.

I’m still reeling from today. Had I not been in the area, Maisy would’ve been raped. Again. How many times now? For fuck’s sake. Aren’t there any other women in this world? Everyone wants ours? Well, tough luck.

At least our heads and not our cocks were full of blood and oxygen while she was gone. We dealt with our business like the men we are, not giving a shit about anyone. Merciless. Logan managed to get rid of the porn studio in his club. It only took him two weeks to implement the changes. You can tell when someone’s sexually frustrated and needs a good fucking. His eye would twitch daily, with everyone wondering why and petrified of the consequences. It turns out the cause is only a full nutsack.

Kai’s back in charge of the Delgados, not that I ever doubted him. Although he does have a new adversary now. He won’t stop until he finds Natasha. Milan’s snitch. Mickey Delgado’s killer. I wonder whether Milan wanted to kill Mickey and not Kai, as they think. Removing a worthy adversary from the equation would leave him dealing with the son. And now with the sons of the opposing mafia families ruling, whatever made him think it would be easier? I love it when people underestimate me.

Saying that, we underestimated Maisy a lot. She told us she’s a genius, and yet we ignored that part as if it doesn’t make up a lot of who she is. Of course she wants a challenge. Who wouldn’t? I’ll give her the biggest challenge yet. All she needs to do is come up with good information tomorrow, because persuading my father’s brothers on the idea of joint attack was damn hard. Maybe I was too hard on her. Hmm. She saw in the car what she does to me, and her eyes were begging me to take her. Little fucking slut.

“Tell Maisy to come to my room.” The throb of my cock puts urgency in my voice and makes it deeper, a dead giveaway.

Logan knows what’s about to happen. “Your room? Orion, come on.”

“Logan, if we’re to get past what she did to us, this must happen. Besides, you’ll see how much she loves it.”

Out of the three of us, Logan’s always been the caring one. The most respectful. Women adore him, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy playing the bad guy too. He loves to rough it up, but has to be certain everyone consents. Which, of course, they do. I’m not an animal. Well, unless I’m specifically requested to be.

“Kai?” I ask.

“I want her to see who we really are,” Kai says, “and what she did to us. Although, Orion, you won’t hurt her that bad, yeah?”

I can’t believe he’s questioning my fucking process. “Hurt her? She’s gonna be begging for more, and you’ll be there to see it. Just send her to my room. I’m gonna prepare.” I head upstairs to my bedroom. It’s fucking playtime. And way overdue.

The St. Andrew’s cross is standing tall, prepped. It’s been ready for her since the day she saw it, but I won’t restrain her there. It’s going to be the breeding bench for her, padded with leather, with knee rests to get her ass at the right angle for her punishment. I grin as I wipe it clean. She’ll be using this beauty for the first time today. The wooden frame’s sturdy enough to withstand her squirming, and if she moves a lot, which she won’t if I restrain her arms, I could use the bench’s other attachment points for proper restraint. I don’t know, rope, chains… maybe even cuffs.

I take off my vest and tie, unbutton my shirt, and roll up my sleeves. I’m going to have a fucking good time today.

CHAPTER 16

ORION

I glance around the room for a final check, just as my ears prick up at the sound of movement outside. I hear a timid knock. She’s here.

Out of the drawer of my closet I pull a thick leather belt, and loop it around my hand before I open the door. Instantly I feel the pull.

Maisy’s looking at me with those dark eyes that feed my obsession. The dark circles under them make her look deprived, like she’d do anything for a slice of bread. I doubt she ate anything good in the last two weeks. I’m furious at her for not looking after herself, because deep down I sense my fear and helplessness. And I hate it.

Her wet hair’s resting on her shoulders, soaking her t-shirt. There are already two wet patches over the mounds of her breasts. Her nipples poke through the now translucent material. She hasn’t bothered with a bra. She’s definitely lost weight. Her jeans are barely holding up on her hips.

For a split second she glances behind me. She can see the St. Andrew’s Cross from her position, and her eyes glint. But it happens so fast it could be me hallucinating, as my cock thrusting balls-deep into her cunt is all I can think about.

“Kneel,” I order, pointing to the floor.

She hesitates for a moment but obeys me, kneeling just outside my bedroom door, and cranes her neck to look up at me. Fuck, those eyes. Debauched, hungry. Mine.

“I’m gonna show you what we do with girls like you in here.”

She just stares at me as I wrap my belt around her neck and feed it through the loop. “Walk with me.”

I turn around and pull on the belt. She hurries behind on all fours as I tug her on the short leash, most likely constricting her air flow. She doesn’t complain, though. I bet there’s enough arousal between her legs to take the three of us at the same time.

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