by Jordan Marie
“I want Reggie to fuck me. C’mon, Reggie. Dawn will get even more excited watching you fuck me,” she whines.
I don’t think Glenna’s that clueless, she just doesn’t give a damn. That’s causing Dawn’s hate to come through loud and clear. It’s not all directed at me now, however. That fact plays right into my plans.
“That wouldn’t be fair.” I smack her on the ass so hard that the palm of my hand burns. “Get up on your hands and knees,” I order her and she eagerly does what I ask. I position myself behind her, while I slide my hand against her pussy. Even though she’s wet, she’s nowhere near what she was when I was fucking her last night.
“That feels good,” she purrs.
“You’re not very wet,” I respond with a smirk, my gaze boring into Dawn’s. I figured eating Dawn out would have you all prepped for me.”
“I wanted you,” Glenna says and oh, that has to hurt. I can see Dawn wince with pain, even though she tries to hide it.
“You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you Glenna?”
“All for you, baby,” she murmurs, her head going back in pleasure as I drag my fingers against her clit.
“I think it’s time you’re punished for neglecting Dawn.”
“I didn’t neglect her,” she cries. “I ate her out just like you told me to!”
“But, you didn’t make her come. Now, you don’t get dick until she’s happy.”
Dawn’s watching me with a funny look on her face. She doesn’t trust me and she really shouldn’t. I’m about to make her get in touch with who she really is and that is going to be painful for her. Fortunately, it’s going to be a fuck of a lot of fun for me.
“That’s not right.”
“Do as I tell you,” I order.
Dawn is sitting on the bed now instead of lying. But when Glenna sees that she’s not going to get what she wants, she turns back to Dawn. “Fine, I’ll do it,” she huffs. “This is your fault,” she mumbles, giving Dawn a pissed look.
“Forget this, I’m done,” Dawn growls, finally getting tired, all of her pain at this point is replaced with anger. I can’t let her leave, though. I have plans and she’s not going to ruin it.
By this time, I’ve moved behind Dawn. I put my hands on each of her shoulders, lean down and whisper in her ear. “If you’re going to cut the bitch out of your life, at least have some fun with it. Let’s make her pay for not showing you the respect you deserve,” I purr, tempting her with the one thing I know she can understand.
Revenge.
“What would you know about it?” she asks, sparing me a look. Glenna is working between Dawn’s legs, clueless to the fact that Dawn isn’t into it any longer.
“Let’s just say, I know what it’s like not to be respected and when that happens, you have to make others pay. You can’t let people walk on you in this world, Dawn. If you do that, you’re weak. I don’t think you’re weak, are you?”
“Fuck, no,” she growls.
“Then, turn around and let’s make the little bitch pay for disrespecting you.”
“What’s your plan?”
“We get her to admit all the wrongs she’s done to you and then, we punish her.”
“What does that even mean?” Dawn asks and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing if my life depended on it.
“You don’t worry your pretty little head over it. You just lie back against me and enjoy yourself. I’ll take you exactly where you are meant to be.”
She finally does as I tell her, though she’s not quite relaxed as I want her to be. I can’t have her fighting me. I don’t have time for that. I need to be gone by the time Fury shows up. These idiots are slow, but there’s no point in tempting fate.
I find the forgotten vile of coke from earlier and tap some out on my finger. When I turn my attention back to Dawn, Glenna is going to work between her legs and she’s starting to unwind. Her eyes are closed, but they open immediately when I wrap one arm around her front, pressing my semi-hard cock against her back, and rubbing my fingers across her nipple.
“What are you—”
Her body shudders as Glenna thrusts her fingers inside of her. I squeeze her tit in a bruising hold.
“You need to unwind,” I tell her. “You need to be loose to enjoy this next part.” I take the coke that’s on the tip of my finger and hold it in front of her nose.
“Am I doing good, Reggie? Do I get more?” Glenna asks.
“Dawn says when you can have more,” I tell her, letting Dawn think she holds all the power. “C’mon, Dawn, just a little hit. You only live once,” I murmur, teasing her nipple.
“I really fucking hate you,” she growls, but she takes the hit.
I wait, biding my time until the drugs combine with what’s already in her system. I can tell the minute the rush hits her. She relaxes completely in my arms. I move under her, settling her on my lap. I use my hands to pet her body as she grips her fingers in Glenna’s hair. I slide my cock inside her cunt. She’s so far gone, I wonder if she realizes at all what’s going on, but then she squeezes her cunt against my cock and I know the truth. She may prefer pussy, but the bitch likes to ride a hard cock too.
“Why does she get the coke and your dick?” Glenna huffs. “That’s bullshit. She’s getting what belongs to me. You wouldn’t even be here, if it wasn’t for me.”
“I like her pussy. It’s much tighter,” I growl into Dawn’s ear, biting down on the lobe hard enough to draw blood. She shudders over me, adjusts so she’s sitting up, taking control of riding me. I run my fingers down her back, looking over her shoulder at the anger boiling in Glenna’s eyes. There’s one thing you can always count on with a redhead, their temper can be legendary.
Right now, I’m banking on that.
“It’s only tighter because she hates dick, she’d rather be smothered in pussy. She’s terrified of cocks.”
“She doesn’t seem terrified now. She’s riding me like a fucking rodeo star. You want my cock, Glenna, and another hit of coke?”
“Yes. I’ve earned it. I did what you asked.”
Dawn slows down as she tries to understand what we’re saying. She’s definitely high as a fucking kite though. Which is good. Really good. Time to step things up.
“You crave dick so much, Glenna, how in the hell did you end up in a relationship with another girl?”
“I needed Dawn,” she mutters.
“Why?”
“I care about her,” she says, but she’s lying. We both know it.
I hold up the empty vile. Of course, Glenna has no idea the vile is empty.
“You want this?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice almost begging. She reaches for it and I hold it just out of her reach.
“Then, tell the truth. Tell Dawn why you’re with her. She deserves to hear the real reason.” Dawn’s not riding me half as much now, but it doesn’t matter, I’m getting more pleasure out of what’s going on right now than I’d ever find in her cunt. This is just starting to get fun.
“I was kicked out of my apartment. I needed a place to stay, she’d been sniffing around me for a fucking month. I’d never tried being with a girl before, so I did.”
“And you liked it?” I prod her, moving fingers over Dawn’s pussy, keeping her primed.
“No,” Glenna sighs. Dawn’s body goes tight in my arms but I hold her down on me. She’s not getting away.
“Then, why in the fuck did you move in with me?” Dawn snarls.
“I needed you to co-sign to buy my car. You were so fucking easy. All I’d have to do is pretend to enjoy getting you off and you’d give me anything.”
“You used me,” Dawn whispers, the sadness bleeding through the happiness the drugs had going just moments before.
“Can I have the coke now?” Glenna says, dismissing Dawn.
“You hate Dawn, don’t you?” I purr, grabbing her hair and pulling her so that her face is right in front of me, but even closer to Dawn.
“Yes
. I hate everything about the bitch. I thought getting a man in our bed would make her leave, but she’s so weak, she stayed even knowing she wasn’t wanted,” Glenna snarls.
“You fucking bitch,” Dawn cries out. Then, surprising even me, she wraps her hands on each side of Glenna’s neck and starts choking her.
Glenna flails, clawing at Dawn’s hands, but Dawn doesn’t let go. Glenna’s face is starting to change color, she’s gasping and making these noises that I swear to fuck, vibrate in my cock.
“She used you,” I purr in Dawn’s ear. “She thinks you’re weak.”
“I’m not weak!” Dawn screams, and even from this angle I can see the tears sliding down her face. “I’m not weak!”
“You need to teach this bitch a lesson. She’s a user. I bet she’s even been fucking men while you’re been together. While you’re out working to pay off her car, she’s home fucking whatever cock she can find.”
“I’ll kill you,” Dawn hisses to Glenna and she’s really close to doing just that if the color of Glenna’s skin is to be believed.
“You need to make it hurt,” I whisper, ever helpful. I reach under the mattress and find the knife I have hidden there.
“She’s not worth it,” Dawn finally says, and drops her hands, one falling on my leg.
“I knew you couldn’t do it,” Glenna says, her voice hoarse. She coughs as she gets the words out. “You’re too fucking weak. That’s why I picked you. I could control you,” she hisses. I put the knife in Dawn’s hand, wrapping her fingers over the handle. She jerks, looking down at the knife in her hand. I put my other hand back in Glenna’s hair, keeping her from moving away. The poor bitch hasn’t seen the knife yet.
Soon she will.
“I hate you. I hated everything about you. The way you snore at night, the way you insisted on spooning me every night like a fucking loser. I hated it all, but the thing I hated the most was the way you tasted. I had to hide the fact that I was gagging the entire time!” Glenna is trying to scream, but her vocal cords are definitely bruised.
Dawn raises the knife, and presses it against Glenna’s neck.
“I’m not weak now, am I, bitch? Do I look weak to you?” she snarls. She presses the blade deeper, and a little sliver of blood appears bright against the silver blade.
“Like you have the balls to do anything. You’ll wimp out, just like you do with everything else,” Glenna laughs.
I see the moment indecision flashes through Dawn. I may not be able to see her face, but I feel it coming off of her in waves. I cap my hand over hers and hold the knife, not letting her retreat. I press harder. Glenna’s worried now, I see it in her dilated eyes. She tries to pull away from me, but she’s afraid to do too much because the knife is poised, cutting into her.
“It’s time to take back control, Dawn. If you don’t have respect in this world, you have to take it,” I tell her. I move the knife down just a little, cutting Glenna as I go. I stop to see what she’s going to do. I’m not going to let her out of this, but I’d like it better if she does this part of her own free will. It will make it that much sweeter.
“Dawn, baby, I did…n’t mean it. Let’s stop this…Go home.”
“You mean the house I paid for? The bed I paid for, because you had to have it?” Dawn asks. “How many people did you fuck in our bed, Glenna? How many?” she cries.
“Dawn,” Glenna whispers. She doesn’t say anything else, but she doesn’t have to. The truth is easy to read and I smile in victory.
“Who? Who did you take to our bed?” she asks. Glenna doesn’t answer, but it’s clear, even if high on coke, to see that there’s been someone. Unless I miss my guess there were several. “I hate you,” Dawn mumbles. “I fucking hate you.”
“Not as much as I hate you,” Glenna says, deciding finally that Dawn isn’t going to buy more of her lies. She probably feels she’s safer, too, because with my hand dropped off the blade, Dawn has lessened the pressure on Glenna’s neck.
But the bitch should have kept her mouth shut. That’s exactly what it takes to push Dawn over the edge. She slits Glenna’s throat, in one hurried, but fluid movement. There’s blood flowing down Glenna’s pale white skin and with each drop my dick swells and distends inside of Dawn.
I knew this was going to be fun.
Ellie
I don’t remember the drive home. It’s a blur. As I get out of the vehicle, all I know is that it feels like I can’t breathe. There’s a strange vehicle in the driveway with Texas plates, and I get scared that something is wrong here, and then mostly piece together that it’s probably Devil’s rental. I sprint to the front door and fumble with my key to try and open the door. In the end, it’s yanked open and I almost fall because I was leaning on it to hold me up. My knees are too damn weak.
“Ice? What the fuck is going on?” Liam growls, taking my trembling body into his arms. His body heat surrounds me, but I still feel so cold that I wonder if I will ever be warm again.
“Liam,” I cry, wrapping my arms around him.
He picks me up, cradling me against his body and carries me to the couch. He puts me down and then kneels down in front of me on his knees. It’s only then that I realize that I’m crying. Which is crazy. I truly might be overreacting.
But it doesn’t feel like I am.
“Baby, tell me what’s going on? Harvey called and said you tore out of the parking lot like wild animals were chasing you.”
“I think Dawn is in trouble, Liam. I think this Reggie or whatever is bad. I’m afraid he’s really bad.”
“Ice, we’ve talked about this. We checked him out and Dawn is going to do what she wants. She’s not going to listen to you. In fact, knowing her, if you tell her not to do something, she’ll do it anyway,” Liam says. “I don’t want you worrying and getting yourself all worked up and sick over this. Dawn is who she is. She’s never going to change, you know that. She’s always been her own worst enemy.”
I hold my head down, trying to sort through my most chaotic thoughts and calm my mind, so I can make him understand. It’s not easy, because right now breathing is hard. I almost feel as if I’ve run a marathon.
“Here ya’ go, Ellie. Take a drink of this, beautiful.”
I look up to see one of Liam’s brothers. The face of the man that I’ve truly missed. From the first day that Liam and I got together, Devil became like a big brother to me and it hurt not hearing his smartass remarks day in and day out. At first I’m shocked by his appearance. He’s changed so much, but not in a good way. His face has scars that are faded, so they’ve been there a while. He’s wearing an eyepatch and because Liam told me a little about the torture that Devil endured, I know it’s not just for looks. He’s lost weight, too, but he looks good despite all of that.
“Devil,” I murmur, taking the drink.
“Is that water?” I hear Liam ask.
“Hell, no. Ellie looked like she needed some whiskey.”
He’s not wrong. I take a small drink and swallow it down, hoping it helps.
“Thanks,” I tell him.
“It’s damn good to see you again, Eleanor,” Devil says and I smile despite the fear that I’m feeling.
“You too, Devil. Leave it to you to resort to making yourself look like Captain Jack Sparrow just to get in all the girls pants,” I joke weakly, as he grins.
“I’m a reformed man, darlin’. Finally found the one,” he says and I can see that it’s real. I’m happy for him. Liam squeezes my hand, getting my attention and I look at him, while handing Devil my drink back.
“I think she’s really in trouble, Liam. She texted me a picture of the three of them with Reggie. It’s the first time I’d really seen a picture of him and I know him.”
“You know him? You mean he’s a regular at the bar?”
“No, although I did meet him there. Do you remember when I told you about that weird guy that came in the other day? How he gave me the creeps?”
“Charlie, right? Yeah, I remem
ber.”
“Right. Except if his name is Charlie, then why is he going by the name Reggie with my sister.”
“You’re sure it’s the same guy?”
“I’m sure. What’s more is he looks just as creepy. There’s something about him that just screams danger.”
“Ellie maybe you’re just seeing things that aren’t there because you’re worried about Dawn,” he suggests gently. “It is possible he has two first names.”
“Hold up, if this is the guy you had Scorpion run the check on, Fury, then he doesn’t. He just has that god-awful name Reginald. Remember?” Rebel asks.
“Still, that doesn’t mean Ellie should be freaking out,” Liam says. “Maybe he was cruising for a woman when he met Ellie and didn’t want to give his real name,” he adds, but I can hear the doubt in his voice now. The fact that he’s starting to sound worried makes my panic slowly eek back in.
“Something is wrong, Liam, I know it. Here, look at this picture. He’s bad, I’m sure of it. You can see it on his face.”
I sound crazy, I know. But, I’ve always been really good at judging people. I trust my gut when it comes to trusting or not trusting someone and it’s never led me wrong.
Except maybe when it comes to my mother lying to me about Liam.
I take my phone and find the photo that Dawn texted to me earlier. My hands are shaking and it takes me longer than it should. I hand the phone to Liam and he grabs it, relaxing backwards on his feet as he looks.
“Fuck,” Liam hisses.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Rebel says, crouching down to look at the phone.
I blink as the boys toss about the f word, it’s not really new, but there’s something about their voices this time that makes me even more scared. Devil must hear it, too, because he hadn’t been paying attention before. But he looks down over Liam’s shoulder and his entire body goes solid. I can literally see all movement from him stop. It’s almost as if he turns to stone.
I gasp as he reaches down and snatches the phone out of Liam’s hand.