You Kill Me (The Prospect Series Book 3)

by Glenna Maynard

  I make my way to the kitchen to grab us some food and drinks. I’m gonna have to uncuff her soon so she can go to the bathroom. Though I should catheter the bitch until she learns to play by my rules and do what the fuck I say.

  I slap together a few sandwiches and grab a bag of chips and a couple beers. When I get back to the room Trinity is pouting like a big baby. “I come offering food.”

  “Oh, fuck your face.”

  “That can be arranged. I’m game if you are.”

  She turns her head, and I sink down on the bed next to her with the food. I hold up a sandwich to her mouth, but she refuses to eat.

  “Suit yourself.” I take a big bite and wash it down.

  I catch her eyeing the beer.

  “Thirsty?” I rub the other cold unopened bottle between her legs. I never pulled her pants back up.

  “You’re a prick.”

  “Point being?”

  “There isn’t one. You better enjoy that fucking sandwich because it’ll be your last meal.”

  “Now why is that?”

  “I think we both know the minute you turn me loose I’m going to kill you.”

  “But, baby, I haven’t fucked you yet.”

  “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last cock on Earth and the only way to survive was to fuck you.”

  “Now you’re just being mean and trying to hurt my feelings.”

  “Oh, like you have any.”

  “I was gonna be nice, feed you, and take you to the damn bathroom but fuck it. I don’t care if you shit the goddamned bed.” I throw my sandwich at the wall and hers too then I drink her beer while I’m at it.

  Chapter 10

  Trinity

  Killer storms out of the room and doesn’t even bother to close the door or take out the sobbing cum and blood covered whore. Her crying gets louder, and the damn bitch sees the door is wide open but doesn’t even bother to make a move to leave. “Yo, either shut the fuck up or get out. Actually, how about you do both.” If I was uncuffed I could have tossed her out myself.

  She still doesn’t move from the floor, but at least she shuts up. Not long after Killer has left, I notice one of the prospects by the door. “You need something, handsome?” I ask him sweetly.

  “Trin.” he grins. “Here to get that one back to her room so she can get cleaned up and checked over by Doc.”

  A huge smile takes up my face. “Thank you! Little bitch has just been sobbing there for the last hour, door is fuckin’ open, she could have left anytime.”

  He laughs and goes to the girl, lifting her up by the arm and shoving her in front of him. “You want the door open or closed?” he asks me, as his gaze roams my naked lower half.

  I notice his cock hardening in his pants. Giving him a sly look, I tell him, “How about the door closed, but you stay and do something about this?” I open my legs wide, knowing he’ll see my wetness. His cock twitches and hunger’s written all over his face.

  The door shuts. I guess he’s gonna let Cum Face find her own way back to her room. Flick starts taking off his jeans. His dick flops straight out as his pants hit the floor. Well hot damn, he’s got girth. “Can you sit on me with those cuffs or do I gotta do all the work?” he asks, leering at me while giving his cock a few tugs.

  I test the cuffs and notice I have just enough space to ride a dick. “Handsome, get over here.”

  Flick pulls a condom from nightstand drawer. I wonder if they keep stock like this in all the rooms. He lays on the bed, sliding under me as I lift my ass, and works the condom on his shaft. My arms go around his neck for a tight fit, but we’re making it work.

  We grin at each other as he holds his fat dick up for me to sink down on. “Oh yes.” I feel so full, he’s not the biggest, but his girth is fucking perfect inside me.

  “Fucking hell, you’re tight.” Good to know my Kegels paid off. I move on him, slowly at first as his hands cup my ass, urging me on more. “Come on, you bitch, faster,” he demands.

  I move faster, with his hands at my ass helping me. And then the door swings open. “You fuckin’ serious right now? Gone not even ten minutes and you’ve already got another dick to sit on?”

  I don’t stop moving as I look over my shoulder, giving Killer a wink. “You left, and my pussy needed love.”

  His jaw clenches, and I turn back around, the prospect under me looks slightly worried, so I pick up the pace a little more until I feel hands going in my hair. “You like that, you filthy slut? How about if I ram my cock in your ass?” I moan, fuck that’s hot. I won’t tell him, but I love it when he gets all threatening and talking all mean with me. The shit turns me on.

  He grabs another condom from the nightstand, and I’m pushed forward, face in the wrought iron headboard. “Hold her ass open wide.” Flick does as Killer tells him. Hands come around me to my shirt, ripping it open, leaving my heavy tits swinging in this dude’s face, and instantly his lips wrap around a nipple.

  “Yes.” I hiss at the feeling. With my ass still being spread wide. I feel liquid drip between my cheeks. KY jelly.

  “Looks like it’s gonna be a tight fit.” I feel the tip of Killer’s cock at my asshole before he shoves fully inside me. Holy fuck this hurts.

  My body stretches and burns at the intrusion. “Fuck,” I scream out. “You’re supposed to go slow, not slam it straight in.”

  A loud crack explodes in the room as his hand slams on my ass cheeks. “Bitch, shut up,” he growls.

  I cry out and he starts moving. The burning resides and my body greedily accepts him.

  This full feeling is amazing. It’s been so long since I’ve had two men at once. It’s even better than Breaker and Cruiz. Both men are moving in sync until I shatter all around them unable to hold back, it feels too damn good.

  They keep at me, fucking both my holes faster and harder. I feel like I’m about to be split in two. Flick rubs my clit and sucks on my tits as Killer hammers me from behind, gripping my hips, keeping me right where he wants me.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” My body quakes and my eyes roll back in my head. I just come so hard I might be blind.

  “Take it, you bitch,” Killer grunts, moving harder and faster. The prospect under me is spent, having finished seconds after my third orgasm. Finally, Killer explodes, pulling his cock out, tossing the condom, and cums all over my back. “You look good covered in my cum. I wanna paint your face and tits next time.” I go to move off the other man when Killer moves fast, slamming his blade into his throat.

  “What the fuck, Killer? You want this club to murder us too? We’ve got enough trouble right now,” I shout at him.

  “His balls touched mine when we were fucking. That is some sick shit.” He helps me off the body that is leaking blood all over the bed and finally uncuffs me. I rub at my wrists and my whole body aches from being fucked so damn rough. I stumble as I get up from the bed and Killer scoops me into his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

  Killer kisses the side of my neck, carrying me to the bathroom. He sits me on the sink and moves to the shower to turn the water on. I ease off the counter and move to the toilet. “Could you give me a minute?” I wave toward the door and he snorts.

  “Do your thing. Not letting you out of my sight.”

  “I’m too tired to run right now. Besides you’re the one who should be running for stabbing Flick.” I smirk.

  “Nah. He was never gonna get his cut. He’s been dicking one of the brother’s wives. Heard them talking about stringing him up later. I saved them the trouble. “

  “Whatever.” I squat over the toilet to pee and Killer watches me with disinterest. “Do you have to stare?”

  “I was just balls deep in your asshole. I can handle you pissing or shitting whatever it is that you’re doing.” He grins then turns around to face the shower, stripping the rest of his clothes off.

  I should attack the bastard from behind, but something stops me. I don’t know what, but there’s a voice nagging in the back of my h
ead that says I’d miss him if he were gone, which is crazy because I’ve known the guy for like three days. He’s like the dude version of me. If I had a dick, I’d be Killer. I snort at the thought and wipe then flush.

  I shove him out of the way to test the water temperature and step in. He gets in right behind me and grabs the bottle of bodywash off the shelf and squirts a quarter sized amount into his palms, lathering them up. Those big rough hands massage my body washing me all over with care. For such a jerk he’s acting sweet as hell right now being gentle with my intimate areas touching me there light as a feather.

  “Mmm.” I let out a moan when he rubs my legs.

  “That feel good, baby doll?”

  “Amazing right now.” I’m dead tired, closing my eyes, I drop to sit on the built-in seat. Killer continues to wash his body, and I am nearly asleep when the water shuts off and he is cradling me in his arms with a towel draped over my body. I vaguely hear him asking for a new room and telling someone about Flick as I drift off to sleep.

  Warmth spreads through my body and I smile. Large hands grip my thighs, spreading my legs apart. My eyes don’t pop open until I feel a hot mouth sucking greedily at my clit. I look down and Killer is between my legs munching on my pussy like a mad man. I should make him stop but fuck his mouth feels good on my swollen pussy after the pounding I had last night.

  My fingers move to his close shaven head and stroke, petting him. He looks up at me, my juices coating his lips. “Good morning, sugar tits.”

  I can’t stop myself from smiling and saying, “Fuck yeah it’s good. Now get back to work.” I scratch my nails down his jaw and he dips his head back down doing just that. The door pops open and Cruiz leans against the frame smirking at me. “Breaker said you came calling.”

  “Hey, Cruiz? Wanna join us?” I taunt, knowing he won’t. His Old Lady would rip his balls off. And I know he’s madly in love with her. Except for our threesome, he’s never once cheated on her— that’s loyalty—something I’ve never really seen much of. Hell, Breaker loves the bitch too, but when he’s on the road, he’s balls deep in all the pussy he can get.

  “Only if he wants to look like Flick,” Killer growls against my pussy, and Cruiz laughs.

  “I’ll leave you to it. I just need to grab some shit from the closet. Don’t mind me.” He enters the room and grabs a lock box from the top shelf of the closet.

  Killer pulls back and spreads my pussy lips. “You ever see a prettier pussy?” He looks over at Cruiz and he shakes his head. Cruiz is standing then, starting at my cunt, his dick growing hard.

  “You two are a match made in hell. God save anyone who gets in your path.” He rushes from the room with a hard on.

  “You fuck him before?” Killer asks, blowing air on my clit.

  I hiss at the feeling. “Yeah.” I moan. “Only once. Him and Breaker just wanted to work out the kinks for double pounding their old lady.”

  He hums against my pussy. “Good to know,” he says, shoving two fingers inside me, moving them in a scissoring motion, and I gasp in pleasure. “I’ll fuck you better than any of them bitches you had before.”

  “I don’t doubt that,” I tell him, and he slides up my body to kiss me on the lips.

  Chapter 11

  Killer

  “Beat it,” I tell this club whore who keeps walking past me and flashing her ass. I glance around the firepit looking for Trinity. If she ran, I’ll spank her ass till she bleeds when I catch her.

  “Looking for me,” her husky voice coos in my ear before she drops into my lap.

  If I’d known eating her and fucking her into submission was all it would take I woulda fucked her the moment I killed Micah.

  “I knew you’d turn up.”

  “Did you now.” She gazes into my eyes.

  “Yeah. You like my dick too much to quit it after one time.” I grin and kiss her on the mouth.

  “You two look fuckin’ cozy,” Thrash says.

  “Damn right. I just got fucked into oblivion,” Trin says, smirking, as she rests against me. My hands go around her, and I cup her pussy. If she’s still horny, I swear to fuck it will kill me. She’s already fucked my dick raw. It can’t take anymore right now.

  “We heard,” he drawls. “Looks like you broke him too.” He snorts pointing at me.

  Trinity laughs and moves her ass slightly over my cock. “Bitch, you seriously ready to go again?”

  “No, I’m just teasing you, but you do know, your hand is on my cunt. If I get horny again right now, it’s your own fault.”

  I push my hand against her a little more. “Just making sure everyone here knows your mine. This pussy is mine. I don’t share.”

  “Well that’s too bad.” She pouts, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Because I do,” she purrs while biting her lip.

  “I ain’t fucking you with another man again. That shit ain’t right. Balls slapping together, nope. Swear to fuck his hand slipped a few times too,” I grumble, as she lets out a high pitched snicker.

  A throat clears, I forgot we were sitting with Thrash. “You got the same kink as her?” I must look confused because he goes on. “She gets turned way the fuck on when she witnesses a murder, the more blood, the worse she is.”

  I grin I thought it before, but now I’m even more sure, this bitch is perfect for me. Fucking perfect.

  “Yeah, fuck me. You’re made for each other, sick twisted fucks,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You guys staying to watch the show? Cruiz went home to his woman and kids, he never stays anymore, but shit starts in about an hour.”

  I nod, not really knowing what the fuck he’s talking about. He walks off with a bottle of bourbon. “I love the shows here, so hot, make sure you’re well rested, Killer, ‘cause that dick will be going to work later.”

  Fuck me. She’s trying to break my dick.

  Someone passes her a joint. She takes a heavy toke and blows her smoke directly in my mouth. I don’t know what changed between us, but I feel this connection to this bitch, like we’re kindred spirits or some shit. I think she feels it too. From the moment I saw her I knew I wanted to fuck her but the longer I’m with her the stronger my attraction to her grows. I know I’m supposed to be taking her to my Pres but part of me wants to keep the crazy cunt all for myself.

  “Here comes the good shit,” Trin says, blowing more smoke at me.

  A Jacks Devils member by the name of Kane come strutting in front of the group with his bitch on a leash. She’s kneeling at his side like a fucking dog. Trin hands the joint off to Hush and leans back in my arms, my head resting on her shoulder.

  Kane jerks his bitch’s head up by her hair forcefully. Her green eyes go round, growing wider as her pupils dilate.

  “Cunt. Thought you could fuck behind my back with that little rat bastard Flick. You made a fool out of me but no more.” He lets go of her head and lifts his boot that’s covered in dog shit. “Start licking my boot clean, slut.”

  I watch her visibly gag at the smell. Kane backhands the woman. Her head whips to the side and she spits out a tooth. Trin wiggles her ass over my crotch. Fuck she’s getting turned on because I am too. I grip the top of her thigh and she kisses my lips tasting of weed and moonshine.

  “I said lick my shitty boot, you cunt, or I’ll shove it up your ass,” he barks, yanking on her leash.

  She drops to all fours and he lifts his boot. Laughter rings out around when the tip of her tongue darts out and licks the toe of his nasty ass boot. Kane rubs the top of her head then draws his foot back and kicks her in the teeth.

  “Who wants to fill her holes? Her mouth is worthless, but her pussy and ass are fine.” He roars with laughter.

  Someone shouts, “Give the whore a breath mint.”

  A few members step up. The firepit blazes higher, and I can feel the heat from the flames licking up the side of my face. Trin grabs my hand, placing it over her pussy.

  I shove my hand down the front of Trin’s pants and she’s fucking soa
ked. She’s sick in the head just like me. My dick starts growing hard as we watch Nameless spread her ass apart and spit on it before pulling out his gun and shoving the barrel up the dumb bitch’s asshole. No one could think of a good road name for the bastard, so he got coined Nameless.

  “Let’s play Russian roulette my way,” he tells her, and she cries out like she’s enjoying it as he fucks her ass with his weapon. “On three,” he warns. She starts panting rocking back and forth on her knees. “Three.” He pulls the trigger, but nothing happens and then he starts cussing because when he pulls his gun out of her, she shits everywhere.

  “Shit happens,” Hush says, and everyone laughs as the bitch starts retching and falls in her own shit.

  “Party favors.” Thrash places a couple hits of E in my palm. I take one and give the other to Trinity.

  “Thanks, man.”

  “I got you.” He gives me a fist bump.

  Trinity pops it in her mouth and turns into me. “I’m gonna make you feel good.” She bites my bottom lip, and I thrust my tongue in her mouth needing to drink her in.

  Chapter 12

  Trinity

  Well that was fucking nasty. Shit does not turn me on, but I notice Oak, another brother getting rock hard. I’ve heard shit about him enjoying scat play, but thought it was complete bullshit, because no one is that fucked up. But I’m proven wrong as he stands up and moves Kane out of the way.

  This bitch is covered in vomit and shit as Oak drops his pants and puts on a condom. While kneeling in the splatter shit, he grabs her by the hips and shoves his cock in her cunt. No longer turned on by this scene, I still can’t help but watch, and gag, as he rubs his hands all over her filthy body, getting off on it.

  “Okay, I’m thinking this is done for me, that’s nasty,” I whisper to Killer. Oak is still pounding away as he grabs the bitch’s hair and shoves her face into a puddle of her shit, forcing it into her mouth. Which of course has her vomiting again, but it’s not stopping Oak, he just keeps going.