by K. Webster
“Vienna, that fucking cunt. And her husband Diego Gomez. They’re vicious. If they find you here, they’ll have you killed,” he hisses. “We have to go.”
Gabe snorts and I suppress a grin.
“Shhh,” I coo as I roll him to his back and straddle his stomach. My wet hair drips on his chest and he licks his lips. “Are you thirsty?”
He nods and stares up at me as if I’m an angel who’s come to rescue him. Hell’s angel. I grab a handful of my drenched hair and wring the water out over his mouth. A groan rumbles from him as he catches the wetness.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
I sit up on my knees and hold my dress out. “More? I can wring it out from my dress.”
His gaze falls between my legs and his eyes widen. My pussy is naked and on full display. Since he doesn’t answer, I wring my dress out into his open mouth. Then, I sit back down on his bare chest. My wet-from-the-rain pussy slides against his skin.
“W-Who are you people?” he demands, suspicion dancing in his eyes.
I rest my palms on his shoulders and rub against him. “I’m Hannah.”
“Why are you here?” His jaw clenches as he glares at me. His fingers dig into my thighs over my dress. “Why the fuck are you here?”
Gabe grunts and stalks over to us, his heavy footsteps thundering in the metal tomb. He drops the bag beside Esteban and yanks his wrists above his head. “Don’t talk to my fucking wife like that.”
“D-Did Ricardo send you? Are you here to rape me too?” Esteban snarls up at my husband.
I laugh because it’s fucking funny. This big, scary man is weak and helpless as Gabe cuffs him and then pins the cuffs with his knee. Esteban tears his gaze from Gabe to glower at me. Pleasure courses through me as I rub my pussy against his flesh. I scoot down until I meet the trail of hair below his belly button. His cock jolts and bounces against my ass crack through my dress.
“You like this,” I accuse, a wicked smile on my face. Then, I flick my eyes up to Gabe. He watches me with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw as I grind against this rapist’s happy trail. With my thumb between my teeth, I lift my dress so my husband can see what I’m doing.
“Don’t fuck him,” Gabe orders.
I smirk. “I only fuck you.”
“Damn right.”
“You two are fucked up!” Esteban roars, his entire body coming alive with adrenaline. He must sense his fate. “Those cunts sent you, huh?”
“Shhh,” I hiss as I rake my fingernails down his chest, breaking the skin as I go. “I want my knife, baby.”
Gabe grunts and digs around in the bag. Once he hands me the small knife, he grips my wrist and yanks me until I fall into him. I kiss him hard with my thighs smashing Esteban’s head. I’m getting into our kiss when Esteban bites the inside of my thigh. I screech and lift off from him. The knife clatters to the metal floor loudly.
“He bit me!”
Gabe snarls and grabs a handful of Esteban’s hair. His wild eyes are on mine. “You okay, baby?”
I lift my dress and frown at the teeth marks. He didn’t draw blood, but it still hurts. “Tape his mouth,” I snap.
Gabe lets him go and finds the duct tape we bought earlier at the ghetto store. He rips off a giant strip and slaps it over Esteban’s mouth. I stick my tongue out at the little biter and then straddle his face again so I can continue kissing my man. Esteban’s hot breath comes out hard through his nose and it tickles my sensitive flesh. A tiny moan escapes me.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” Gabe mutters against my mouth as he grabs my ass through my wet dress. “What are you doing under there?”
I rub myself against Esteban’s nose and jolt when the tip of it touches my clit. “Nothing.”
“Little liar,” Gabe says with a grin. “Show me. Take this shit off.”
I match his wicked smile and peel off my soaked dress. It hits the metal floor with a slap. Gabe and I look between us. Esteban’s wild eyes are staring up at us as if we’re crazy, his chest heaving.
Maybe we are.
Gabe’s eyes find mine as he grabs my hips. He urges me closer to him. Esteban’s nose pokes inside me and it feels good. My eyes roll back when his hot breath rushes inside me.
“Oh!” I cry out.
Esteban jolts from beneath me as he struggles to breathe. Gabe pins my hips so that I can’t move anywhere.
“Touch your clit, baby,” Gabe instructs.
I reach down and rub at my sensitive bundle of nerves. With Esteban fighting for breath inside me and his face moving back and forth, I’m overcome with a delicious sensation. Gabe’s mouth finds mine and he kisses me hard. I close my eyes and give into the wonderful feelings surging through me. Esteban stills just as I climax. I shudder wildly. The moment Gabe lets me go, I lift up to let my little biter friend have some air.
He inhales a deep breath and then breathes so heavily, I wonder if he’ll hyperventilate.
“Hold his hands.” Gabe’s eyes are nearly black with fury and madness. I fucking love that look in his eyes.
I take Esteban’s wrists and hold them down. Not that he’s going anywhere anyway. His body is weak and his eyes are barely open. Gabe stands and walks off. I stroke Esteban’s hair from his eyes.
“Awww,” I coo. “You okay, sweetie?”
Esteban’s eyes widen for a minute and then he shakes his head.
I tug at his facial hair. “You survived. Just like Gabe’s daughter did when you drugged and raped her multiple times.”
He closes his eyes as realization sets in.
I give his cheek a slap. “Open up, honey. The sins of your past have come back to haunt you.”
His dark eyes are wild as they glare up at me. Despite his weak body, fire still burns inside him. Some monsters don’t die easily.
“What are we doing?” I question as I look over my shoulder at Gabe.
He runs his fingers through his dripping hair and levels me with a hard gaze. “I want to punish him for everything he did to her but I’m so pissed I can’t think straight.”
I beam at my husband. “That’s why you have me.” I pick up the knife and turn back to Esteban. He brings his cuffed hands in front of him and attempts to push me away but he’s weak. I use my knee to pin his cuffed arms against his lower belly. Then, I wiggle the knife at him.
“Ready, Esteban? Ready to tell Gabriella you’re sorry?” I scream, my spittle spraying him.
He starts shaking his head, but I ignore him as I begin carving his apology into his flesh. The garbled and choked sounds he makes fuel my adrenaline. When I finish, I shake away my daze and find Gabe kneeling beside me, his attention fully on me. A beautiful smile adorns his handsome face.
“I’m sorry for raping you, Gabriella,” Gabe says as he reads my bloody artwork.
Esteban is breathing heavily, his eyes dilated. Sweat pours from his face. But it’s the blood rushing down the sides of his abdomen that is so pretty. Red against his pale flesh. I drop my knife to the side and rub my palms through the blood. It smears, and new blood rushes out in its wake.
Turning my head to regard Gabe, I catch his gaze before rubbing the blood all over my breasts and belly. Gabe growls and licks his lips.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he utters in a soft, deadly voice. “I want to fuck your pretty little ass.”
I rub my bare bottom against Esteban’s sweaty lower stomach. “So do it.”
“That dickhead will probably like it,” he snarls.
My gaze drifts back to Esteban’s. “We’ll punish him if he does.”
Gabe stands and kicks off his shoes. He tugs his shirt off and his pants drop to the floor. My man is absolutely gorgeous in all of his naked, masculine glory. And, dear God, his cock is amazing.
“Give me your ass, Hannah,” he orders as he kneels behind me.
I rest my forearms on Esteban’s chest as I straddle his hips. My ass pokes in the air, ready for my man. When I feel his cold palm on my lower back, I let out
a breath of anticipation. Esteban is staring at me with hate in his eyes. I expect him to try to shove me away, but he’s too weak and his hands remain cuffed, resting on his lower belly.
“Is your pussy wet, baby?” Gabe questions as the tip of his cock rubs against my clit.
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“It better be,” he bellows. “If you want lube for your ass, your cunt better provide it.”
His words turn me on, and a shiver ripples through me. “I’m so wet.”
As if to test me, he pushes his cock inside of me. My body is soaked and easily accepts his thickness. He drives into me with a few thunderous thrusts. When he pulls all the way out, I know where he’ll go next. The moment he pushes against the tight hole of my ass, I cry out. He’s so big, but I love when he stretches me wide open and threatens to tear me apart. Inch by inch, he drives into me until he’s completely buried.
“Touch yourself,” Gabe orders, his cock throbbing but unmoving inside me.
I reach between my legs and brush against Esteban’s bound hands before I find my clit. The moment I find the sweet spot, I let out a whimper of pleasure. Gabe takes this as his moment to start pounding into me. The faster he goes, the faster I move my fingers. My eyes lock on Esteban’s. His dark eyes are positively manic. And when I tear my gaze from his to look between us, I can see how turned on he is, despite his helpless state. His cock jolts and his bound hands reach for it.
“He likes this,” I breathe.
Gabe groans and thrusts almost painfully into my ass. I’m turned on as I touch myself and watch this sick fuck attempt to fondle himself. A scream escapes me when Gabe grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me all the way upright. He glares over my shoulder to see what Esteban is up to. Then, his mouth attacks mine. The pleasure of having him buried deep in my ass, coupled with how I’m rubbing my clit, has me crashing into oblivion. A long moan erupts into Gabe’s mouth as I lose myself to ecstasy. The moment I begin to shudder, Gabe explodes with his orgasm inside my ass. Esteban groans loudly enough to steal me from my husband’s kiss. I look down in time to see his semen spurt up his belly.
“Oh, no,” I chide. “Bad boy wasn’t supposed to do that.”
Gabe snarls when he slides out of my ass. He storms over to his clothes and throws his jeans back on. Then, he grabs me by the elbow and jerks me up to my feet. My legs still quiver from my orgasm, and I nearly collapse.
“I want to hear his screams. Rip the tape off his mouth, baby,” he orders as he releases me. “But I want to see your sexy naked body, so don’t dress yet. I want to watch you while my cum leaks out of your ass.”
I grin at him as I bend over to remove the tape. His cum does run out of me and down my thighs. My husband is so dirty. I fucking love it.
Esteban doesn’t make a sound when I rip off the tape but the moment he realizes it’s gone, he starts babbling.
“M-Money. Whatever you want. I’ll give it to you,” he murmurs, his voice weak and breathless. His eyes are on mine, as if I have the ability to sway Gabe’s mind on what he plans to do.
“We don’t want money. We want your life,” I tell him simply.
“P-Please…”
I kneel beside him and swipe his sweaty hair from his eyes. “Stop begging. Bad guys don’t beg. They take their punishment and they die like the motherfucking villains they are. Got it, Esteban? Stop acting like a pussy and take it like a man.”
His eyes turn hard. “Just cut my throat.”
I pick up my knife and tease his neck with it. “That would be too easy, baby doll. I think my husband wants your dick—and not in a sexual way.”
Esteban groans as a tear leaks from the corner of his eye.
“And I think you owe us a tongue. Gabe is quite disturbed about the fact that you took that sweet little girl’s tongue,” I tell him as I run my bloody finger over his bottom lip. “It takes a lot to disturb my husband. But late at night, he asks me about it. We discuss how painful that must have been for that little girl. She’s big now, though. And even without a tongue, she somehow still found love with my brother. They kiss. I’ve seen pictures on his Facebook. You could probably kiss without your tongue too.” I drag my knife along his torn chest to his belly button. I skim over his handcuffed hands, letting the blade hit the metal with a clink before I poke his flaccid dripping cock. “But can you fuck without your cock?” He attempts to steal the knife, but I hold it away, laughing. “Not so fast, bud.”
Gabe drops to his knees on the other side of Esteban and cups my cheek with his hand. “You’re so beautiful when you’re free. I wish I could free you forever.”
I frown and regard his sad eyes for a moment. “I’m free when I’m with you.”
His gaze darkens as his palm slides to my throat. “You think so?”
My fingers grip his wrist and I smile at him. “I know so.”
The sadness seems to dissipate and determination sets in. I love how fierce my man is. “I’m going to pry his mouth open and you take his tongue. For Luci,” Gabe snarls, his glare firm.
“My pleasure, baby,” I tell him.
It’s a struggle, but my husband is much stronger than the weak man in captivity. He manages to pry his mouth open. And with glee, I saw right through the muscle until I free Esteban of his tongue. He gurgles and blood spurts from his mouth.
I grip Gabe’s bearded face with my bloody fingers and motion my head toward Esteban’s lower region. “Now, for Brie.”
He nods and scoots farther down. I straddle Esteban’s chest and hold his face in my palms. The life is draining from his eyes as the blood gushes from his mouth. He chokes and spits. His tongue sits discarded beside his head, and the sight of it makes me wonder what happened to Luci’s. Did he just throw it somewhere?
“You’re dying, pig,” I whisper and kiss his nose that smells like me. “Accept it, baby.”
Tears stream down his cheeks, and then an unholy scream makes it past the blood in his throat as Gabe delivers his final vengeance. The sound of his flesh tearing is sickening and unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. Something hot sprays against my bare back and I shiver. It’s done. Esteban’s been robbed just like he robbed so many before him. Gabe is the dark avenging angel straight from the catacombs of hell tasked with sending the demon to meet his maker. An eternity of suffering for his sins. I hug the bloody dying man as he quickly slips from our world into the next. His entire body spasms until it doesn’t move anymore. The rise and fall of his chest stops. The gurgling and choking is silenced.
“Good boy,” I say with a grin and kiss his cheek before I stand. My gaze skims to where Esteban’s cock once was. Blood is everywhere. What a mess.
Gabe glares down at him, but the rage is calming. I wrap my arms around him and rest my cheek to his bare chest.
“We should get back soon. It’s late,” I tell him with a yawn. “If we want to make the buffet breakfast in the morning, I need sleep.”
His strong hand finds my throat and he glares down at me. The wild look in his eyes is one I don’t recognize. Monstrous. Cold. Not my husband. “Who said we were leaving?” He squeezes hard enough to cut off my air supply. I start to black out.
This is it. He’s made his decision to end me once and for all.
Black.
Black.
Silence.
When I reopen my eyes, I realize the cold rain hitting my naked flesh is what woke me. Gabe carries me through the storm past the rows of containers and back toward the fence. I wrap my arm around his neck and bury my face into his flesh.
“I love you,” I croak, my voice hoarse from his choking.
He kisses the top of my head as a low growl escapes him. “I love you too, baby.”
Maybe he doesn’t have it in his heart to kill me.
At least for now…
One month later…
I’M STARING UP at the ceiling with my entire life in my arms. Hannah is on one side of me with our son sleeping between us. Toto is curled up against m
y side with her small arm slung across my middle. Everyone is asleep. It’s been a few weeks since we came back from our “vacation” where we ended that sicko. And it’s as if my entire little family knows our world is about to dramatically shift. We all cling together in these moments.
It fucking kills me.
My heart breaks for them.
Their mother is dangerous. I’d hoped the trip would sort her out. If anything, it only made her more blood thirsty. The feral look in her eyes—that same manic one from the shipping container—hasn’t dissipated. I can’t leave her alone with the children. I’m scared to fucking death I’m going to wake up to another bloodbath, but this one will steal my soul.
I reach over and stroke her hair. So soft and silky. How can I ever let her go? Truth is, I can’t. But I have to fix this. Everyone in my family is relying on me.
Thank God I have Ren on my side.
He’s been helping me plan.
Tomorrow night, on the eve of his wedding to my daughter, is when we will carry it out. Hannah can’t go to the wedding anyway because my Brie loathes her. It has to be done then.
Land stirs, so I scoop him up and lay him across my chest. I stroke his dark hair before kissing the top of his head. Babies have made me soft. Ever since Brie came into my life, I’ve become weaker. My children have made me this way. Love makes you weak. So fucking weak. But, fuck, if I don’t like being weak from it.
Hannah lifts her hand and strokes our son’s back before whispering. “He’s so cute.”
I smile and turn to see her eyes softer than usual. The darkness is gone as love shines through. I wish to hell I knew how to keep that look in her eyes.
“Because he looks like me,” I tell her in a smug tone.
She laughs, which makes Land jump but not wake up. “Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t have gotten fixed. We could have more.”
My chest aches. I’d love to have more children. But the fact is, we can’t. Not with her mental health situation. We’ve tried every drug imaginable. There is no bringing light to her darkness. It’s just who she is. War is still in denial, but I’ve come to peace with it. There’s no fixing her, unfortunately.
