I still don’t like it, but it’s true. I want him, but I don’t. This shit doesn’t even make sense to me. “Maybe I should just keep my distance from him for a bit.”
Tiny Tits tilts her head to the side. “Be prepared for that though. One of two things could happen. Either it drives him nuts and he begs you to talk to him, leading to you putting out, or it’ll piss him off and drive him into another woman’s arms.”
I hate this. I can’t wait until this is all over.
**
I can’t fucking believe him. We’ve barely spoken for two days since he went to that big titty bitch and already he’s got his eyes on someone else. I guess getting to fuck me wasn’t enough for him. Sure, I have iced him out ever since but what does he expect? Does he think one ride on his dick is enough to make me forget who and what he is and just fall right back in with him? I don’t think so. He has a lot to learn about me if he thinks I am just going to roll over and take this shit. Two can play that game.
He looks directly at me before he walks into that bitch’s room. I turn my head and fight back the tears. I swore I would never cry over him again. Fuck crying. I look to the bar and see those good looking men I saw when we first came in. I will show Wrecker he doesn’t own me. I do who I want when I want. One is almost as tall as Wrecker. I think he is the one with the big dick. I can already see myself tugging on his blond hair when he fucks me. The other one is shorter and more bulkier; he’s not really my type. But this isn’t about my type. This is about showing Wrecker I can take him or leave him.
Going over to the bar, I pull out my credit card.
“You two.” I wave the plastic in front of them. “You’re with me.”
“Harlee, this isn’t a good idea,” Tiny Tits pleads with me from her spot behind the bar.
“I think it’s a stellar idea,” I snap at her, and wave for the guys to follow me.
Let’s see what Wrecker thinks when he comes into our room and finds me getting banged by these two.
They look hesitant. “You want to earn some money or what?” I raise a brow at them with a hand on my hip.
“We like our dicks and that motherfucker you’re here with is scary,” one of them says.
“He works for my father, the man who owns this place. Who do you think has more pull with my old man him or me?”
“I’m in.” The one who was gonna star in the movie steps into me and I grab his ass before I start leading him down the hall.
His friend isn’t far behind us.
I don’t even bother closing the door when they follow me into the room.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I want you to give me the fucking of every girl’s wildest fantasies. Fuck me like your life depends on or like we are making a baby. However, you both suit up with condoms.” They both shrug and advance on me.
One is sucking on my neck while his hand cups my breast. The other moves around him, pulling my pants down, exposing my pussy. He helps me to step out of my shoes and pants, tossing them across the room.
“We need a condom,” I moan out.
“What you want, Princess?” The guy slowly licking my clit asks. “You want us both in that body at the same time?” He gives another slow but long lick, and my body shakes.
“No, I want one of you fucking me hard in my ass, and one eating my pussy as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever eat.” I demand of them. Both guys step away from me quickly, lust filling their eyes. Wrecker thinks he can only have my body, and all my first, but fuck that, this is payback. And just like me—payback’s a bitch.
Chapter 19
Wrecker
“Oh God,” moans this bitch I’m banging. She’s almost as good as Harlee, but not quite. Her mouth work was sloppy, but her pussy… fuck yeah. She’s a decent lay. She’s isn’t bad on the eyes either. Long black hair, mocha skin.
I pull out of ramming her doggy style and sit on the bed. “Get that ass up here and ride me,” I demand, holding my dick up straight waiting for her. I should have grabbed a second bitch when I pulled this one in the room with me. After helping with the camera work earlier for the new porno they’re shooting in the woods, I’ve been dying for some threesome action. I would love to eat pussy while fucking this bitch right now. Nothing better than a bitch smothering me with her pussy while fucking another. Except fucking Harlee.
“Yes sir.” She gives me a slow smile and climbs on top, her hands balancing on my shoulders.
Doesn’t take her long to cum again. Once she’s done I toss her off me and pull the condom off, grabbing her face, so I can fuck it. Fuck yeah, love the sound of bitches gagging on my cock. A few groans from me later, I pull out, spraying her face.
“Get cleaned up and go back on out. I might use you again another time,” I tell her but I doubt it.
I clean myself up, put my clothes back on, and go search for Harlee. I’m expecting her wrath, but right now I don’t give a shit. She didn’t want to fuck me. Hell, she didn’t want me at all. Well, she saw firsthand how I can get it from anyone. I warned her ass I’d get it elsewhere. I don’t play games. Two damn days she’s been giving me the cold shoulder. I get it, my damn fault for throwing that waitress in her face. I should have just denied it but I was too damn tired and she was pissing me off, so I didn’t bother.
Making my way out of the bedroom area, I hear moans, and my fists clench. That fucking sounds like Harlee. I go back through the hall, opening and closing doors as fast as I can. When I get to the last one, the door isn’t even closed, and there is Harlee, being held up by some guy, his dick in her ass and another guy’s face in her cunt.
I’m going to murder them. And her.
She looks at me as I step into the room and grins. “God yes, fuck that ass, eat my pussy. I’m about to cum so hard.” She moans like she is having the time of her life. Goddamn her. It’s like she wants me to blow her fucking brains out.
Yanking the guy up eating her cunt by his hair I pound on his face. I hit him until my knuckles split open. The other guy drops Harlee and moves away from me, hands out in front of him. Smart, but not smart enough. I’m so fucking pissed right now, I don’t give a fuck what the consequences will be. Pulling out my gun I aim for his dick. Then the other guy. Blood is going everywhere and Harlee is screaming. But it doesn’t stop me, I keep shooting until I release all the bullets in my chamber. Tossing the gun aside I grab my hunting knife from my belt and just rage at these two fucks who touched my Harlee.
“What the fuck, Wrecker!?” Harlee shouts at me. For the first time, she looks fucking terrified of me. She should fucking be. Bitch is lucky I didn’t shoot her in the Goddamned twat.
“You’re mine!” I shout in her face, throwing the knife away, grabbing her naked body to me. She smells like them two dead motherfuckers and I can’t bear it. I grind my teeth so hard I am afraid I will chip a tooth or two.
Tears gather in the corners of her eyes. “I’m not fucking yours, Wrecker. Not since I caught you with Marissa, and sure as fuck not since I aborted our kid!”
“What did you just say?” She killed our kid? She was pregnant. I swear to fuck. I punch myself in the motherfucking temple. I am about to fucking kill her. I can feel the small bands that were keeping my sanity tethered snapping with every word that comes out of her mouth.
“I didn’t want to have a child with you. I fucking hated you. I refused to raise a child that was part yours. So yeah, when I left, I went to the clinic and did what I needed to free myself from you. I couldn’t have your baby when you were fucking everything behind my back. I didn’t need a daily reminder that the man I loved was no better than my father.”
I’m vibrating with anger, and for the first time in my life, I snap on her, pulling my fist back and punching her right in the mouth.
Her head whips to the side, her lip instantly splits and bleeds. I don’t even feel guilt for it. Her head snaps back to me, and she looks me in the eye, anger steaming off her.
She comes at me like a b
earcat, clawing at my face and screaming at me. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again, you piece of shit! I hate you! You hear me, cocksucker? You better be glad there aren’t any rounds left in your gun. I will kill you. I mean it this time, Wrecker!”
She wrestles me to the ground, going for the gun I tossed. She grabs it, smacking me upside the head with the butt of it, nearly knocking me out.
We trade blow for blow for a while; mostly her attacking and me trying to keep her off me.
“You caused this, Wrecker! You!” She screams and cries as she attacks me again.
Then, as if in slow motion, I watch her tits bounce as she punches me in the stomach, and I can’t fight anymore. I grab her face, kissing her hard with brutal force, as I work my jeans back off.
“No, I won’t be with you. Not after what you just did. Fucking that whore. Killing people. Jesus, Wrecker, you’re crazy. We’re no good for each other. We drive each other crazy. I bring out the worst in you and you do the same to me. This ain’t love, baby. This ain’t love. Can’t you see that?”
Goddamn her mouth makes me so damn hard. “Shut up, Harlee.” I shove her off me, rolling over on top of her, not caring that this room and us are covered in blood, as she fights me.
“Please, don’t do this, Wrecker,” she pleads as I pin her arms down, while shoving my cock inside her.
“That’s it, Princess, beg.” My dick grows harder as she struggles beneath me.
“I won’t ever fucking forgive you,” she rasps out as tears pour out of her. Her voice is hoarse from all the screaming. Like I said, she loves the fight as much as I do. It’s her favorite kink.
She fights a little longer, clawing at me, pushing at me, crying, begging me to stop, but it only causes me to fuck her harder, faster. It’s what she wants. She knows it as much as I do. As I feel her pussy clenching around my dick I know she’s gonna cum soon, and she stops fighting.
Picking her up with my dick still in her I carry her to the wall, over the dickless guy I just killed, and pound into her as if my life depends on it.
“This body is mine,” I tell her as I bite at her neck. “This cunt is mine,” I vow as a I hit her with one long hard thrust. My hands go to her ass, and I spread her open, shoving a finger in, I declare, “This ass is mine. I’m fucking it the second I shoot my load inside you, make you moan out my name.”
“Oh fuck, yes, Carter, yes!” She screams out as we cum together. Hearing her moan out my name keeps me hard, urging me to fuck her faster and harder.
I pull out of her, and throw her back to the ground roughly on her stomach, face touching the gore that is covering the floor. Lifting her ass up, I see my cum leaking out of her cunt and I can’t help myself. I shove my face in, sucking her clit. I spread my cum over her asshole, shoving it in with my fingers. I own her body, no one else. I get to cum all in her no one else. She belongs to me. I’m marking my territory.
Moving, I line up, and shove in. “God yes, so fucking tight.” Two fingers in her cunt, I keep the pace, pounding as hard as I can, as she screams over and over again as she gets off.
I yank her up and fall back to my ass, making her sit on me, still fucking her ass, and grab her face, turning it around slightly, kissing her as she moans. I don’t give a fuck she has blood all over her. She’s mine.
Eventually, a few more position changes, I’m cumming in her ass. I collapse on top of her. Both of us are breathing heavily and unable to move.
I don’t know how long we’ve been laying here, her in my arms as I stroke my fingers up and down her spine. “I love you, Harlee, I always have. I’m so fucking sorry for all the pain I caused you.”
Before she can respond, Sophie Ann comes into the room and curses while crossing her chest at the same time. “Demon don’t pay me enough for this shit.” She shakes her head and starts barking orders.
Chapter 20
Harlee
“I can’t do this,” I whisper brokenly. “We just hit the hell out of each other and then fucked all throughout the carnage.” I look down at myself, and notice I have blood and guts all over me. So does he. We fucked through this mess, and didn’t bat an eye at it. Fucked up, that’s what we are, so fucked up.
“Baby, it was hot. Best sex I’ve ever had.” He grins at me, blood coating his face, not getting how wrong this all is.
“I can’t live like this. The fighting, the anger I feel all day and night. Hell, I don’t even trust you. You say you’re sorry and that you love me, but if that was true you wouldn’t keep fucking every chick in sight.”
“Baby, I vow to you, if you tell me you’re mine, I will remain faithful to you.” His words sound sincere.
I shake my head, tears running down my face. “How can I trust you? You promised me that before, and you still fucked around.”
He cups my face. “What I did before, when we were together, it was work. Your father knew about it, he’s the one that would send me out on those assignments. Fucked up part was, when you found out, he punished me for hurting you by making me remain a prospect. If I didn’t love the club so much and the brotherhood it brings, I would have walked away. I was too deep into the life to walk away from it.”
“I hate my father,” I whisper harshly. I know I say that often, but how could he do this to me? His cheating hurt mom, which of course hurt me. The other kids he had. But this. He basically made my boyfriend cheat on me. What father would do that? Was he teaching me a lesson?
“I know, Princess, I know.” He leans his forehead to mine and I pull away. This all too much. I can’t even think straight right now. “I need space, Wrecker.” I put my hand to his chest as a tear falls down my face. God, I’ve cried more in the last few days than I have in five damn years.
“What are you saying, Harlee? Are you done with me?”
“I don’t know…I feel overwhelmed and need time to myself. I need a shower.”
Tiny Tits comes over looking at me empathetically and hauls me onto my feet.
“Come on, sugar, let’s get you cleaned up.” I don’t miss the look of disgust she shoots at Wrecker.
I look back at him over my shoulder and my stomach lurches. There’s so much blood and those guys, they didn’t deserve that. They only did what I asked but it’s my fault. I knew Wrecker would flip out and I didn’t care. I only wanted to put him in his place. Look where it has gotten me.
**
I hardly remember getting in the shower. I just know TT shoved me in and set to cleansing me of the blood and gore. I almost told her to get her hands off me, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to clean myself without her help. Then she made me take a bath after that. I don’t even know what room I am in, but at least I am alone. After my bath, Sophie Ann came to me and made me drink a shot and take some pills she said would help me sleep. I slept for two days and I have no idea where Wrecker is or even if I want to see him right now.
Last time I blocked him out for two days, he fucked someone else. But when I mentioned it to Tiny, she said he’s been sticking to the security room and his own. He hasn’t taken another girl since our night.
Someone brought some food in and left it on the nightstand on a tray. I am famished. I gobble up the soup and grilled cheese sandwich in record time and my body is grateful for the nourishment. I’ve tried contacting my father but he won’t take my calls. I’m ready to get the hell out of here and away from Wrecker forever, he’s making me crazy. I thought I was over him. I thought I hated him but deep down I know that isn’t true. I hate myself for loving him. I hate myself for wanting him. Look at all the terrible shit we have done to each other. How do we move past it all? How do I forgive him when I can’t forgive myself? I may act all tough but I’m not.
I don’t even know how to tell him I lied about the abortion. When I first left I went to see my mother’s sister. They hadn’t spoken since my mom had married my dad, but she welcomed me with open arms and when I gave birth to my daughter, she promised me she would take care of her. And she has. Leav
ing her was hard but when I saw my father’s men start to show up in town I knew I had to. If I hadn’t my father and Wrecker would have dragged us home. I don’t want the outlaw life for her. I didn’t want her growing up like I did thinking she had a perfect dad only to find out he was a sleazy male-whore. I send most of the money I make stripping to my aunt to take care of Ellie. Being away from her kills me and I haven’t been able to check in on her since I have been here. Gladys is probably worried sick about me. I always call Ellie and tell her goodnight. Everything I do is to protect her and look at me, I am right back where I started.
I start debating on if I should call her now, but I don’t. What if Wrecker overhears the call? Or someone else and they tell him? I just can’t chance it at this time.
Chapter 21
Wrecker
After our explosive gore sex, I let Harlee have her space. And I kept true to what I told her, not touching another woman. No matter how many times I’ve gotten hard the last few days, I’ve kept it in my pants.
Really fucking hard when there are pornos and strip shows happening all the damn time, not to mention all the moans from the women that are fucking their johns. It would be so easy to grab a woman around this place just to empty my balls, but for the first time in my life, I want to be the man Harlee deserves.
She has no faith in me right now, and I get it, my track record is in the shitter, but I’m going to prove it to her.
I’m enjoying the lesbian action on the stage, and I wonder if I could convince Harlee to get in on something like that. I would love to watch her 69ing with another bitch, while I jacked off all over them. Or while I fucked Harlee in that position, blowing my load while the other bitch went back and forth between my balls and her clit. Fuck, I need to blow my load something bad right now.
“Hey, man.” Turning away from the show I look at Cort and give him a chin lift.
“What’s up?” Repositioning my cock, I swing around on my bar stool.
“It’s been quiet. Ever since you mutilated that guy, there have been no signs of anyone else near this place. I had a few guys patrol around the area, again nothing. I tried to get a hold of Demon, but he hasn’t rung me back. Even left messages with Ash and Briggs.”
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