You Kill Me (The Prospect Series Book 3)

by Glenna Maynard

  Fuck me I could fuck her all the time.

  She continues playing with her pussy, but I’m not done with her. I pull Trinity to her feet and bend her over someone’s chopper with bright blues flames and the Jacks Devils insignia on the gas tank. “The only way you’re cumming is on my cock, Trin.” I jerk her leggings down and slap her ass before sliding right in she’s so fucking wet for me. “Take this dick, bitch” I slap her ass again and again as she takes everything I’m giving her.

  “God, Killer. I’m close, give it to me harder. Pull my hair and choke me.”

  I wrap a fist in the dirty little bitch’s hair and the other around her throat. Fucking perfect. The tighter I squeeze the harder she fucking cums. Her juices gush down her thighs, and I let go of her throat to hold her hips so I can fuck her until I fill her up with my cum.

  “Whose bitch are you?” I growl.

  “Yours, Killer,” she pants my name out and that’s all it takes for me to get off.

  “Damn.” Thrust. “Straight.” Pump. “You are.” I let go and cum all in her pussy. The pussy that owns my dick.

  When we’re done, I take the key to my bike back.

  “Hey, fuck face,” she snarls and smacks me.

  I laugh tasting blood on my lips. “Did you really think I was gonna let your drive my bike? That’s cute, baby.” I lean down and grab her face squeezing it hard. “You might make me cum fast and hard, but I call the shots, Trin. Now move your ass. We need to put some distance between us and Pedro. I want to take you some place quiet. And if you behave maybe we’ll pick up a stranger or two to play with on the way.”

  “That does sound fun.” She grins and kisses me.

  “That’s my girl.”

  We get her stuff in my saddlebags and ride out. Thrash follows us to the interstate just to make sure we don’t run into trouble. Bastard offered to come with us, but I don’t want him getting any ideas about fucking Trin. I saw the way he looked at her when I was fucking her over his bike. I’d hate to kill him. He seems decent enough in my book and he has a couple of kids. I’d hate to leave them without their daddy. But I would if he touched my pussy. And Trinity is my pussy. Soon, I’m going to have her knocked up with my baby. It’ll be us against the world and fuck all the rest.

  Chapter 14

  Trinity

  “You want anything?” I ask Killer while he fills up his gas tank.

  “Grab me a water and beef jerky.”

  “You got it.” I leave him to it and go in to grab our snacks and use the bathroom. I approach the counter an see the bitch behind the register staring at Killer. The way she’s lookin’ at him is pissing me the hell off. “You think my old man’s hot?” I wink and grab a pair of hot pink heart-shaped sunglasses from the display.

  “Uh. No. I mean, I guess. I um.”

  “You. Um. What? I saw you looking at him, bitch. It’s okay. I know he’s hot. God, the man does things with his tongue and his big fucking cock.” Her face goes red and I laugh. “Maybe if we pass back through, I’ll let you try him out.” Her face pales. “I’m kidding.” I grab a few more snacks and put on my sunglasses. “How do I look?”

  “Great.” She gives me a funny look that I don’t like.

  I narrow my eyes on her behind my shades. The door dings and Killer walks in. “Hey, baby. Looking cute.” He steps up and throws a pack of baby wipes, bungee cords, and lighter fluid on the counter. The girl looks at his choices and her hand shakes when she rings him up. “Going camping,” he tells her.

  I pop my sucker in my mouth and suck it hard puckering my lips at Killer.

  “Fuck, baby.” He grabs his crotch.

  I grin. “You know brownie here behind the counter thinks you’re hot. Do you think she’s cute?”

  “I’d let her suck it with a bag on her head.” He chuckles

  I look back at her and she’s fucking terrified. “Well?” I prompt.

  “Your total is thirty-five dollars and sixty cents.”

  “No, sweetheart. Do you want to suck my man off with a bag on your head?”

  “Please pay for your stuff and leave,” she whispers, trying to sound strong. She doesn’t, which makes me want to laugh and scare her some more. I have a feeling this bitch would piss herself.

  “Oh, my god. She thinks I’m serious. That’s sweet.” I toss some cash on the counter.

  Killer blows her kiss and grabs our bag as she looks like she’s about to pass out.

  We get out to his bike and he can’t stop laughing. “Did you see her face. Bitch probably pissed her panties.”

  “I didn’t like how she was looking at me.”

  “Tell you what. If that little cunt is working next time we come this way…she looks at you like that again, I’ll cut her eyes out.” Damn, is this what it means to swoon?

  “Careful, Killer. Sounds like you might be falling in love with me,” I singsong, skipping toward his bike.

  “There’s no fucking maybe about it,” he mutters so low I barely hear it. Hearing it causes me to almost trip and go face first into his backside. Holy shit. I’ve never done love, never wanted love, but this man was made for me, and just maybe I’m falling in love with him too. This isn’t good. Maybe we’ll still be able to fuck sometimes when this is all over. I can’t picture this being a long-term thing.

  Do I want it to be? Maybe, but it would never work.

  We get back on the road and Killer takes me up to the mountains to some spot he said he used to go to when he was a kid for family weekend getaways before his old man walked out on him and his mom. It takes us nearly an hour to hike after he hides his bike.

  “There’s a cave we can sleep in up ahead. The water is about a half mile down that path with the red marker on it. We should be good here. “He smiles at me looking all too good when he rips his t-shirt off revealing all his ink. “I’ll gather us some wood for a fire. There’s a tarp in my pack we can use to lay on tonight. I know it isn’t romantic, but it’ll do the job.”

  “Do I look like a girl who needs romance?”

  “You just look like mine.”

  I shake my head. “Whatever. Go get the wood.”

  He winks and disappears into the woods leaving me alone for the first time in days. I’ve been so caught up in Killer I haven’t had time to process all the shit that went down. If Killer hadn’t come in when he had…truth is Micah may have killed me or I would have killed him. That bastard killed Nadia. I may not have loved her the way she wanted but she was loyal. She deserved better than she got. Especially from me. Hush promised me that he took care to make sure she got a proper cremation and that he’d get me her ashes when shit dies down.

  Bitch always talked about going to live on a beach somewhere. I’ll make sure I sprinkle her somewhere beautiful. Some place nice that she would have liked. Her falling for me was never part of the plan. Hell, I’ve been plotting and planning for so long I don’t even remember what my original plan was. But number one was I would never count on anyone but me. I’ve been fucked over too many times. Mother fuckers always get greedy and want something from me. Killer seems like maybe he could be different than all the rest but I gotta be careful. He could be playing me.

  He was sent to kidnap me after all, but if he wanted to turn me in, he could’ve pinned Micah on me and took me in. But he didn’t. Whether I want to admit it or not that shit means something to me. Maybe he’s starting to mean something to me too. I sit on a rock and push the dirt around with a stick. Waiting for him to come back.

  I could steal his key and take his bike, but I’ve grown used to him in the short time we’ve been together. Even now I find myself missing him. The emotion is new to me, and I don’t particularly care for it. It means I rely on him. That I want him around. I stopped having feelings when I was just a kid.

  I hear the ground crunch and look up seeing my man with a stack of wood.

  “You look deep in thought.”

  “Just thinking about the past.”

  “I
wanna know what’s got that look on your face. Tell me right now, Trin, or I’ll spank it out of you. I’ll blister your ass.” He drops the wood to the ground and crosses his arms. I get he’s trying to look scary but all it’s doing is making my dead heart beat.

  I take in a deep breath, then let it out. “Being around you, confuses me. You make feel shit. I’ve not allowed myself to really feel anything since I was a kid. My sister was an evil cunt. She used to torture the fuck outta me when she was supposed to be watching me. Her and her bastard of a boyfriend. She’d hold me down for him, and he’d burn me with his cigarettes then fuck me. That bastard got what was coming to him, but he wasn’t my first kill. My sister used to have these pet birds she loved them. So, like a good sister, I poisoned them and put them in her bed.” His face turns to rage as I continue. “The shit part of it all, she was apparently my mother, not my sister. I was four when my grandmother that believed to be my mom was murdered during a home invasion. I hid in the closet like she told me too. It was the one time she worried about me. I did what I was told and hid.” I let out a breath and feel like a bitch when a tear slips free.

  “I watched it all happen. Men came in and raped her while they sliced her up. I didn’t even cry. How fucked up was that? Instead after they left, I went and played with her dead body. Police came two days later. I’m not sure who called them, and they found me covered in her blood. I played with her dead body so much, I basically used it as a fort. It’s probably why I’m still so fucked up now.”

  Killer’s brows shoot up high, and he just stares at me in disbelief. “Where does your sister come into this?” he asks.

  “I was taken to the station, got cleaned up and they called around to look for her. She came almost a week later to get me. The abuse was minimal to start, since I was heavily watched by social services, what with the way I was found at the house. But when I was six, they stopped coming by, and that’s when she got mean. The belt was her favorite, punching me her second. But after a while she got bored with it. And that’s when she started letting her boyfriend hurt me. Once I got my period at ten was when she started letting him rape me.”

  “This is killing me, babe,” Killer interrupts.

  I shake my head. “I’ve had two miscarriages and three abortions thanks to my sister, all before I was sixteen. Then, out of nowhere, the abuse stopped. The boyfriend was an ex-boyfriend and she was dating Blaze. I was around the brothers and the clubhouse often, and they might all be pieces of shit, but hurting kids isn’t something they like. It was then I started plotting, since I was no longer being abused by the bitch. I was digging through my mom’s shit in the attic and came across birth certificates. When I confronted my sister, she told me everything. She had me at sixteen and didn’t want me, so she gave me away. And then four years later she had to take me back because our mother got herself murdered. That bitch blamed me for all the shit that happened. She even said it was my own fault that she had to hurt me. Which is so fucked up.”

  “Fuck, Trin. Let’s go dig that bitch up and kill her again.” He frowns and drops down in front of me. “I don’t get it, why’d you take out Blaze for killing her?”

  I laugh. “I wasn’t pissed that Blaze killed her. I was pissed that he did the job for me.”

  He smirks and shakes his head, smiling softly at me. “I get that.” He sets to getting our fire going, and I grab some of our snacks from his pack. We spend the night just munching on beef jerky and trading stories under the stars. It’s the kind of normal I think we both need.

  Chapter 15

  Killer

  “Let’s wash up in the lake.” I grab Trinity’s hand and lead her down to the water.

  It’s midday and we’re grungy from the road and sleeping on the ground. We get down to the edge of the water and there is nothing or no one for miles. Nothing but us and Mother Nature. I skip a couple pebbles across the water while Trin walks along the edge getting her feet wet.

  “It’s so cold.” She shivers and when she turns her back, I take a run and go at her hooking my arms around her, lifting her off the ground, rushing into the crisp water clothes and all. She sputters and gasps as I take her under a couple times. She smacks at my chest, but I just hold her tight until she gives in, hooking her legs around my waist. Her lips turn purple and her teeth chatter. “You’re a dick.”

  “And your point is?”

  “I don’t have one,” she mumbles, and I brush her wet hair from her brow.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  “I think the cold water froze your brain cells.”

  “We could just leave. Go somewhere new and start fresh. The two of us.”

  “Someone would always be looking, and we’d always be on edge waiting for them to find us. Besides. It’s not like you don’t have a life to get back to. And I have a club to run.”

  “I like where I’m at now.”

  “And where’s that?”

  “With you.”

  “Puhlease. Don’t feed me no bullshit. We both know I’m a sure thing, Killer.” She pecks me on the lips.

  “I see you, Trin. I know you. You’ve never had anyone truly give a damn about you. Everyone was always out to use you and take a piece of you, but no one truly got you. I see the fire in you, but I don’t want to squash it or tame it. I want to ignite you and see you burn bright as the sun. You’ve got the hands of a killer but when you look at me, I see love staring back at me.”

  She smiles at me. “You some sort of poet or some shit. Never took you as the romantic type. You talk a sweet game but we both know if Pedro offers you a deal, you’ll take it to save your ass. I would too.”

  “Ride or die, Trin. I give you my word. I’ll ride with you and die by your side.”

  “Prove it.”

  “I will, sugar tits. I will.” She shivers against me. “Let’s go warm you by the fire, yeah?”

  “Yeah,” she whispers.

  We make it back to our camp, and I know I’m going to have to go back to town for supplies or hunt our dinner for tonight. Right now though, I’m hungry for something else. Trin is stripping out of her wet clothes and laying them on a rock to dry. I stare at her body, tattoos and scars that tell a story of a girl who was beaten down and forgotten by the people who were supposed to love her. I step up behind her, trailing my fingers down her spine. My cock pulses with need. I’m always hungry for her greedy pussy. Turning into me, her face has softened, and the hard bitch is replaced with a different side of her that she rarely shows.

  Our mouths collide and I walk her toward the cave and closer to the fire. Dropping to our knees our kiss never breaks. I lay her down on the flimsy plastic tarp, pulling back to gaze at her. Taking my time, I pepper kisses down her neck, seeing bruises from my fingerprints. My cock twitches and grows harder.

  Scratching her nails down my back, Trinity explores my body getting to know the lines and curves of my backside. Here with her, I feel like I’m holding the whole world when she’s in my arms. “I’d follow you down to hell,” I vow, sucking her nipple into my mouth.

  “I’d follow you anywhere, Killer.”

  “Call me Caleb. Right now, I’m Caleb.”

  “All right, Caleb,” she purrs, reaching between us to stroke my length.

  Her touch sets my blood on fire. Trinity makes me want things I’ve never wanted. True intimacy. She bared her soul to me. She’s been through some shit, and it’s no wonder she’s as fucked if not more fucked in the head as me. I know I can’t save her. Hell, I can’t fix her, but I can damn sure love her in this moment. Maybe in a different life under other circumstances she’d love me, and we could go straight, but this is who we are.

  Kissing my way down her body, I move between her thighs, tasting her slowly, dragging my tongue back and forth through her silk heat. She’s already fuckin’ soaked. Her juices melting on my damn tongue. Her fingers stroke my head as I lick and suck on her pussy. I slide two fingers knuckle deep in her ass and Trinity creams on my tongue like a g
ood bitch.

  “Fuck me, Killer,” she pants.

  I roll her over to all fours and slap her ass. “What’d I tell you to call me?” I growl and slap her ass harder before she can answer. She smirks over her shoulder at me, rocking back and forth teasing her ass at the head of my dick. “I won’t fuck you until you say it.”

  “Come on, now. You know you want to slide that big cock between my legs and fuck my brains out.”

  “Gonna shove it down your damn throat.”

  “That a promise?”

  I grab her by the back of her hair and yank her toward me.

  “Damn right it is. Turn around.”

  She does as I ask, and I hold my cock up, stroking my length, as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Precum beads at the tip, and Trin leans forward capturing the pearl on her tongue and swallowing. She lets out a moan that has me thrusting forward as her lips stretch into a wide smile. I ram my cock between her teeth and to the back of her throat. Her lips mold around my girth, her eyes tearing up from the pressure. “What’s my name, sugar tits?” I pinch her nipple hard as I can on the verge between pleasure and pain knowing she loves it when I get rough. I thought I could be sweet to her, but my crazy cunt wasn’t cut from the same cloth as other women.

  She wants me rough, twisted, and filthy.

  And damn if I can’t be a filthy bastard.

  Chapter 16

  Trinity

  So it’s official. I’m fucked. I went and let my stupid dumb ass fall in love. I’ve only told three people my life story before. Nadia, Hush, Petey, and now Killer. Or should I say Caleb. “I can feel you thinking,” Killer mutters into the back of my neck.

  “Mmhmm,” I murmur back, feeling his cock growing against me. We’ve been here another two days. Just us and Mother Nature. I confess that I’ve enjoyed it, but there’s no way I could do this permanently. It’s not me. I’ve never done the whole relationship thing, but this man makes the idea so damn appealing I almost want to call him my damn boyfriend and paint my toenails and braid my hair. Whatever it is that dumb cunts do when they have a man.