Twisted Death (A Twisted Fairy Tale Book 2)

by Ace Gray

  Elle squared her shoulders and pride welled inside me. I forced a demonic laugh to bubble up instead.

  “What do you mean?” Mickey snarled beside me.

  I tossed my knife with laser accuracy at her toes. He knew what I was saying without needing words.

  “You don’t say?” Mickey snarled and I didn’t have to look over to know light danced in his eyes. The line we were walking got even thinner.

  I stood and strode directly to my knife and pulled it out of the floor. I walked toward Horse and curled what I could of my lip. Keeping my smile as loose and disturbing as I possibly could, I pressed up against him, doing what I could to prove my prowess.

  “Good boy,” I said as patronizing as possible.

  Horse snarled in my face, playing his part with a little too much gusto. Mickey would expect the monster to put him in line.

  “I thought we had a talk about being a good little soldier,” I said with my demonic voice in place as I grabbed his still healing wound from The Butcher. Only Horse knew I didn’t dig in. Only I knew his yelp was staged.

  He dropped to his knees and I made sure to lord over him.

  “Stop! He’s hurt,” Elle cried out behind me.

  I decided to add a little kick of my shiny shoe to his chest to help him sag further.

  “You’re a monster,” Elle spat.

  I’d told her to say it last night when we made this plan but the amount of venom she mustered made my heart jackknife. What I wouldn’t have given for a moment to blow out a deep breath and steel myself against what was coming.

  “I’m a monster.” I wheeled on her. “You might want to ask your precious little pony over there what he let me do while he took you out for a drive this morning.” I stepped closer and traced the blade of my knife along the open neck of her t-shirt. “I wouldn’t hide things between the mattress anymore. Especially not valuable things.” I pulled the papers from my pocket and threw them at her. She gasped but she didn’t flinch. “I particularly enjoyed going through that lingerie drawer of yours. You should buy more of those little lace things.” I used the blade and pulled her shirt away from her body, letting my hungry gaze sweep over the perfect swell of her tits.

  “You searched my room?” Her voice trembled but lust mingled in where there should have only been fear. I pressed the point of my knife to her skin as a gentle reminder. She gasped and stepped away from me.

  Again, I wanted to blow out a steadying breath, they were playing along beautifully.

  “I searched every inch of everything you own that I haven’t personally burned to the ground.” I raised an eyebrow. “Except…”

  I stepped after her and used the knife to cut at her t-shirt. The second the fabric started opening up she darted back. I threw the knife as hard as I could at the floor and it stuck with a twang as I lunged for her. I ripped at the shirt as I dragged her forward toward the spotlight washing the floor in front of Mickey.

  Gray cotton tore away, revealing her pale peachy skin. She cried out and once again I prayed I was the only one that could tell there was a thick coating of want in her voice. I circled her like she was prey. The way that my dick twitched at the sight of her made me wonder if, in fact, she was.

  With the quick work of two fingers, I unhooked her bra and her naked breasts swayed gently as the fabric fell away. I wanted to devour her. Maybe even tear her limb from limb, so long as I got to consume every single inch of her.

  “Well…” my voice almost cracked, “not hiding it here.”

  I roughly palmed her breasts and pulled them apart before letting them fall. I had to stare straight into the beautiful blue doe eyes I loved to keep from fucking exploding.

  “Perhaps…” I quirked my eyebrows up as I looked down at the fly of her jeans.

  “No. Please,” she begged. “Not again, please!”

  “Well, I wasn’t going to check the sweet little folds of your pussy, if that’s what you’re talking about.” I chuckled.

  “I’ll check them.” Mickey had risen and walked over to us without me even realizing, the hammer of my heart had drowned out his footsteps.

  He reached for Elle’s waistband and pulled her towards him. Her eyes went even wider, this time panic setting in and ringing her pupils. Mine had to be a perfect mirror. I’d said the wrong thing and now I had to scramble to find something.

  “Let’s make Horse.” It flew out of my mouth before I thought about it. Thankfully, I had the foresight to add a devious laugh.

  “I haven’t seen Horse in action in ages,” Mickey said, obviously tempted. His fingertips still stroked beneath the denim of her pants.

  “If he does it right, it’ll be proof he’s choosing you over her,” I added even though my insides were roaring furiously.

  “If he does it right.” Mickey moved swiftly and his fingers were at her fly in a second, undoing and shoving her pants down.

  I had to swallow puke.

  “Show her she’s just our property, Horse.” Mickey gripped at her ass and I eyed my knife where it remained on the floor, a little too far from me. My fingers itched to grab it and feel Mickey’s throat dance against it again. Only this time it would be followed by hot, sticky life running down my arm.

  Horse all but sprinted from the floor, as desperate as I was to get Mickey’s hands off Elle. He fumbled at his belt and, the moment he sprang free, he batted away Mickey, bent Elle over and shoved in. Elle’s hands flew to her knees as she steadied herself, her beautiful tits swaying in time with his hammering thrusts.

  While I was grateful that Mickey stepped back level with me, jealousy snarled inside my chest. Horse shouldn’t be all over her without me in between. She cried out loud as Horse’s hips hit her over and over. I wanted to swallow those cries up. They were supposed to be mine anyway.

  “You’re just fucking her Horse,” Mickey said as he ran his hand across Elle’s back. She cried out at his touch and it tightened everything in my stomach. “Perhaps I’ll have to show you how it’s done.”

  Horse pulled out of her and all but shoved her to her knees. Every fiber of my being wanted to reach out and slow her crash to the floorboards but I simply balled my fists at my sides, grateful that he’d taken action. Well, as grateful as possible under the circumstances.

  Elle went to brace herself but Horse fisted into her hair and kept her from reaching the floor. He yanked on her head until her mouth was angled at his cock, then unceremoniously shoved in. She sucked tentatively at first so Horse shoved in and stayed there. Her hands flew to his thighs and she pushed.

  I could tell by the twitch of his muscles, the familiar reflexes and read of Horse’s body, he wanted to let her breathe. Damn, did I want to pull her back too. Thank God he just backed out for a second, pinched her nose and shoved back in, bringing his hips as close to her nose as he could. He stayed still for just a second then started nudging a little deeper.

  She shoved against him again as her throat wildly constricted. Muffled gags and chokes sputtered around Horse’s thick cock. Tears started to pool at the corner of her eyes as she actually balled her little fists to pound on his muscled thighs.

  “Take it,” Horse snarled. “Swallow it.” He pushed in even a little deeper.

  Elle tried to scamper back. At the last moment, Horse let her go. She’d been fighting harder than I thought and without him to hold her in place, she crashed back to the floor behind her. Mickey stepped toward her and my heart launched itself into my throat.

  “More skin, Horse,” he commanded.

  Horse shrugged out of his shirt then let his pants fall to the floor, putting his body on display. The two of them, their sweaty skin in the dim light, was enough to make my slowly growing erection tent my pants. Like a moth to a flame, I stepped forward.

  “Don’t interrupt, Cole,” Mickey put a hand on my chest as he started stroking himself. “Make Horse prove himself.”

  Horse knelt down and grabbed his dick, only to stroke and tease Elle’s clit with the ti
p. She shuddered then her big blue eyes opened and fixed on me. Lust and fear were tangling up in a violent storm inside me and I prayed she could see. When Mickey unzipped, fear crashed over top and I saw her flinch.

  I scanned the men around us, all inching forward to watch, some jerking off the way Mickey was. Face by face I evaluated them. Were they distracted enough? How many could I kill before I made it to the door? Would Mickey be one of them? Would Horse know to get her out right away?

  “Yes, Horse,” Mickey hissed beside me.

  My eyes snapped back to the rough sex on the floor in front of me. Horse had grabbed his belt and tied Elle’s hands and ankles into a tiny little bundle, leaving her hog-tied limbs up in the air and her slick pussy waiting for him. He teased her a few more times, letting her limbs go limp then shoot rigid in response.

  When he shoved in, she screamed. Horse put a decent amount of his weight on her extended legs and started hammering into her. She cried out again and Mickey added a guttural Yes! beside me.

  Horse reached down and palmed Elle’s tits. The way they pressed up and the swell jiggled close to her collarbone, showed how strong his grip was. He curled his hands and clawed in. Elle’s agonized scream almost split the room.

  The longer he hammered into her, the more he groped and yanked on her breasts the harder I got. The more fury bubbled in my blood too. Horse shouldn’t get to do this without my commands. I shouldn’t be on the sidelines. Moreover, Mickey shouldn’t get to watch this. No one should. There shouldn’t be a scenario in which this was even an option.

  Just when red started to cloud my vision and the very real calm spread through my veins, Horse pulled out. He let Elle’s still bound limbs fall to the floor without trying to stop them. I almost snarled when her pathetic yelp cut through the room.

  Killing them all over the top of her perfect pale skin was going to be a true pleasure.

  Horse grabbed Elle’s head and twisted for a better position so he could shove back into her mouth. He went as deep as possible and stilled. He stroked the thick base of his cock a few times then let out his own ragged groan as his muscles went taut.

  Elle’s throat bobbed as she tried to swallow and her arms and legs yanked against Horse’s belt. He lazily thrust a little against her lips as he closed his eyes to steady his rough breathing.

  When he sat back, cum drizzled out of her lips. It was the mirrored tear tracks streaming down her cheeks that was the knife in my thigh all over again. Stabbing. Twisting. Threatening to make me bleed out exactly the same.

  “Yum,” Mickey purred over top of the two of them. “Are you as satisfied as I am, Cole?” I felt his eyes on me.

  Cold eyes. Cold heart. Dark monster. Black soul.

  But then there were Elle’s tears.

  Cold eyes. Cold heart. Dark monster. Black soul.

  Her delicate fluttering eyelids, brushing water across the tops of her cheek.

  Cold eyes. Cold heart. Dark monster. Black soul.

  Horse cleared his throat and it snapped me back to the room, to the plan.

  Cold eyes. Cold heart. Dark monster. Black soul.

  I made my smile curl across my lips. “I’m satisfied she’s not hiding the ledger on that little toy of a body.”

  “No, she is not.” Mickey burst out laughing then lunged at her. He hooked his hand into the belt still wrapped around her and pulled. She skittered across the floor toward him. He studied her intently as he mused, “But that makes me wonder where. Or better yet, when, it’ll show up.”

  “I intend to find out,” I snarled.

  “Can we trust her?” Mickey reached out and with a single finger wiped some of the cum from her chin. He shoved the finger in his mouth then looked up at me.

  I wanted to give in to the shivers running up and down my spine but I managed to stay stalk still.

  “No. Not even remotely. But we can use her.” I took her balled up limbs and Horse’s belt from Mickey’s hands and hauled her up off the floor. She whimpered when I hung her on my shoulder. “That’s why I’m taking her. I think that neck will look quite nice with a chain around it, linked to my bed.”

  17.

  Elle

  There was something fundamentally wrong with me. Something had been irreparably broken at some point and it had fused warped when it reshaped. Because I’d liked it. Every minute of it. Well, except the ones when Mickey laid his hands on me.

  The barely contained inferno burning behind Cole’s eyes had been enough to goose bump my skin. But now, carrying me out of the room like a brutish caveman who’d captured a carcass made me wet all over again. I nuzzled into his thigh and the rich smell of laundry and sweaty, sexy Cole was going to make me moan out.

  Cole kicked the den door shut behind us, Horse, Mickey and his blessing left in the deep, rich darkness on the other side. He set me down onto the frigid floor for just a second, whipping his coat off and covering my shoulders before gathering me in his arms. I was still tethered as he bolted from Mickey’s lair.

  He was trembling as he shoved me into the passenger seat and made quick work of the belt around my wrists and ankles. He gently pushed me in then slammed the door hard enough to shake the car. I wrapped his jacket all the tighter around my shoulders.

  The car shook again when Cole ripped his door open, anger rippling off him in damn near visible waves. His body coiled like an animal, each muscle defined and ready to explode. The set of his jaw was enough to make me wonder if he’d grind his teeth to dust. He revved the engine and the leather vibrated against my bare backside. I groaned as I shoved my hands beneath me.

  Cole didn’t even flinch. He simply pulled away from the curb, gripping the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles turned white. With each city block the tension in the car ratcheted up and his grip got tighter, I thought the tattoos covering the back of his hands might split.

  “Cole? Baby?” I asked as I tentatively reached out for his thigh.

  The second my hand rested on him, he veered off the road. Like a dam breaking beneath the weight of his agony, his roar crashed through the car like a deafening wave. The brutal rawness of it was a beautiful and terrible thing. I watched in both awe and anguish as his soul threatened to shatter.

  He screamed again, drowning out the engine—hell, drowning out my heartbeats—and I swore that tears danced in the corners of his eyes. He ripped on the steering wheel a few times and I half expected it to give.

  I was scrambling out of my seat and over the console to his lap before I thought very long about it. I had to pry at his fingers to slide onto him. Finally he let me, only to collapse forward into me when I settled. A moment later, warm wet tears trickled down my chest.

  “Cole,” I murmured softly. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” I let my hands wander anywhere I could reach.

  “I’m not okay. This is not okay!” His fury bounced off my chest and I clung tight to him. “You were naked in front of them. In front of him!” He arched back, this time growling at the roof rather than me.

  “We knew that was going to happen. I agreed,” I pled with him as my hands cupped his cheeks then skated down to trace the ink of the tattoos adorning his neck.

  “You shouldn’t have to agree,” he spat out with pure venom in his voice. “That shouldn’t have been an option or a conversation or anything. I shouldn’t have to share you!” he roared with a finality that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

  I studied him in the pale light then leaned in to kiss first one eyelid then the other.

  “No, you shouldn’t, but things aren’t that simple right now,” I answered softly.

  “I’m a monster,” he said roughly. “Aren’t you worried I’ll eat you alive?”

  “Worried?” I smirked. “It’s been a little while, but as I remember, I quite enjoy it when you eat me alive.” I leaned in to kiss the scar that marred his lip.

  “Are you serious?” He scowled at my joke.

  “Yes. You really are quite good with your tongue.
” I nipped at his lip hoping to get him to bite. Literally.

  “He had his hands on you.”

  “Don’t remind me,” I said a little too sharp.

  He turned to look away from me and even when I pressed against his chin to turn him back, he wouldn’t budge. “How did we get here, Ladyface? How did I let us?”

  I simply leaned back in and kissed along his neck. When he didn’t react, I nipped on his earlobe then whispered, “I don’t know, but you’re getting us out. All of us. And that’s what matters.”

  He leaned into me, his cheek rubbing against mine. “You really think I can do it, don’t you?”

  “I know you can.” I let my lips drag along the stubble of his cheek. “You’re my knight in jet black armor.”

  “No, I’m not.” His voice was a little husky and his hands curled into me.

  “You saved me back there, from Mickey, from that room… And it’s not the first time.” I traced the contours of his chest.

  Cole stayed fixed on my eyes despite how low my fingers wandered.

  “That wasn’t saving. But I wanted to. With every fiber of my being. When you forgave me, something changed. It’s all deeper now, a never ending well that only I should get to drink from.” His hand finally left the steering wheel and found my body. “I am furious, so fucking furious at Mickey. Even kind of at Horse.”

  “What did Horse do?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.

  “You,” Cole snarled as he grabbed onto my ass cheeks.

  “He has before.” I couldn’t help the way my hips rocked at the memory.

  “Not without me.”

  “He has before,” I repeated quietly.

  Cole’s eyes burned black for a moment and his hand flew from my backside to my throat. He pushed me back to where the rearview mirror should have been. The way his fingertips pressed into my throat hurt the slightest bit, and I was sure he’d add a bruise across my neck to the ones marking my wrists and ankles, but I stayed submissive.

  “While I…?” he started then stalled out. “These last few months?”