“Fuck, Cherry. Swallow around me like the good little slut you are,” he commands, but instead, I gag and tears fall from my eyes. “Damn, her gag is magnificent,” he shouts as his hand finds the back of my head. He presses down as he thrusts up, while Spade slaps my ass, rolling his hips.Damn, these two fuck like gods. Shit!
“Does she squirt?” someone asks, and Spade reaches around my hips and his fingers find my clit, flicking and pinching until I’m a writhing mess.
“Come on, Cherry. Cum for us,” Dario growls, picking up his pace as I continue to gag around this length. Spade pulls at my clit, and my cunt flutters around him.
“Fuck yeah, baby. She’s a squirter,” he shouts again as I cum so fucking hard on his cock that it splashes against the wood floor below us. Spade pulls out and groans as cum leaks onto the cheek of my ass, then Dario does the same except he holds me in place, forcing me to take his load down my throat. Spade leans over and kisses my shoulder.
“You did so good, Presley. So fucking good,” he praises as Dario pulls me off of him and he tucks his cock into his boxers. He cups my face, wiping the dribble from my lips.
“He’s right. You were amazing,” he says, putting his hand out to help me stand up straight. My legs shake like jello.I shouldn’t have liked it as much as I did, but fuck! Whoever these two end up with will be treated like a god damn queen.
I let out a ragged breath, and Spade turns my chin to look at him. “Do you want my jacket to cover up?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“No, it’s fine. I’m used to being on display. Plus, I don’t want to draw any attention,” I answer, and he nods. “Thank you though. Not many men would be so kind to a girl like me,” I whisper as Dario wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him
“We know how they operate. I’m sorry we can’t do more for you,” he says. Then suddenly, the double doors swing open and my heart drops.No! No! No!
Chapter 27
Braxton
I’ve been awake for far too long as I lift the glass to my lips, swallowing down the pills that are ruining my life. I don’t care though. Presley’s gone. Axel’s gone. Harley is locked in a cage. Mom’s dead. Life just doesn’t fucking matter anymore. I’m too afraid to sleep, so I keep popping black beauties to stay awake. Every time my eyes close, I see her and him—they keep taunting me and I just can’t anymore. I promised myself a long time ago that I wouldn’t fall down this rabbit hole again, but I guess I’m a whole fucking liar.
This is different though. This time I’m alone ruining my life, not with someone I loved. Someone I enabled just as much as she enabled me, until that one day. The one day that took me so long to unsee. Now here we are. Not only reliving everything I worked so hard to keep in that little box in the back of my mind, but watching Presley be raped literally shattered my heart. And to make matters worse, I fucked her best friend. Why? Because I’m a piece of shit. I fucked Violet so fucking hardwishing Presley was there to see how it fucking feels. I’m so angry with myself, with her—with everyone—that I’m spiraling out of control, and ya know what, I just don’t fucking care. Do I consciously know I fucked up, yet again. Yes. Yes, I do. Did Maverick punching me in the face make a difference? No! After he left, I took Violet back to my room and fucked her again while holding a pillow over her head and crying my eyes out. Thankfully, no one knew what I did. I mean they might assume, but I will deny it until I’m blue in the face.
“You ready?” my twin asks, and I nod, grabbing my phone, blade, and pistol. “Rick’s going to meet us after he sees Harley. I was denied visitation at Hillsboro,” he tells me, and I nod again, not saying a word. I just don’t fucking care. All I want to do is fight, blast music, and get high. Nothing else fucking matters. “Ya know, I’m getting really fucking sick and tired of your shit, Braxton. I need you to snap the fuck out of it!” he yells, but again, I ignore him, leaving my room and heading down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, I open the fridge and grab a soda, then walk to the front door as his eyes burn into the back of my head.
“Braxton!” he shouts, and I spin.
“What? What the fuck do you want from me?” I spit, and he scoffs.
“Get your fucking head out of your ass! It seems to me that only me and Rick are fighting to keep this family together and alive while you drown yourself in pills! Grow the fuck up!” he growls, invading my space.
“Fuck! You! Casp! Don’t tell me what the fuck to do! Mind your own fucking business!” I snap back, and he laughs.
“What happened the last time I did that, huh? Do you remember? Or are you still crying about it like you are for Presley!” he taunts as my breathing becomes labored and rage fills my veins.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” I grit, clenching my jaw so tightly I might break my molars.
“Denial! Always in denial! Do I need to refresh your memory? I’m the only one with enough balls to throw it in your face. Do you need to hear the words?” he asks, taking out his knife and twirling it in his hand. He knows and is prepared for me to snap at any second if he dares to say the fucking words.
“I don’t need shit from you or anyone else. Just leave me the fuck alone and there won’t be any issues!” I warn, trying to change the subject.
“See, that's where you’re wrong, Brax. The more you drown yourself in those pills, the further you go, which only causes nothing but problems. You really buried all the shit that happened with Abigail. That’s wild. Brax. Fucking wild!”There it is. Her name and I fucking snap.
Chucking the can of soda across the room and grabbing my brother by his shirt and pressing him roughly against the wall. The tip of his blade pierces the bottom of my chin but I don’t feel it. I just know it’s there. He’s too calculated for my bullshit. He knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.
“Don’t you fucking say her name!” I threaten as spittle comes flying out of my mouth.
“Abigail would be ashamed of you right now! Look at you! A junky, just like Carly,” he taunts, and I slam his body into the wall harder.
“Don't talk about Abby or our mother! Fuck you, Casp. FUCK! YOU!” I yell, letting him go before I hurt him. I spin and grab my keys along the way and head right out the front door.
“You know I’m right! You junky bitch! I’m done trying to save you when you don’t want to save yourself!” he yells out the front door as I get into my car, put the key in the ignition, and spin out of the driveway.
“Fuck him—fuck everyone,” I yell, slamming my fists against the steering wheel. Pushing my foot against the pedal, I swing my car out, making a right and fishtailing, but I don’t care. I just keep driving until I find myself pulling down an alley and getting out of my car. Taking a deep breath, I walk over to the door and knock.
“Can I help you?” some redhead asks with her hand on her hip.
