Hunter suddenly whirls me around, driving me over to the counter. He pushes me down, my ass waving in the air.
“Hot damn,” Razor groans.
Hunter drives into me hard, bottoming out in one thrust.
I mewl in pleasure, panting.
He fucks me hard and fast, and I can feel his orgasm close. His cock hardens more, and his limbs get shaky.
He reaches around to pinch my clit, and I detonate like a bomb, screaming his name.
He follows me, roaring his release.
Hunter pulls back, helping me pull my pants back up.
I turn to face him and whisper, “Damn, Daddy.” The others are mumbling about blue balls, and I laugh. “I’m going to shower—again.”
Chaos ensues as my guys race each other to get into the bathroom with me first.
Smiling, I welcome as many as we can fit in the shower stall.
God, I love these men.
First, my tormentors. Then, my lovers. Now, my husbands.
Isn't life fucking crazy?
Chapter 43
Purge
Everything is set,and I'm hopping to do this.
This stupid fuck has no idea what’s about to happen.
I can’t wait to Rage Out on a sick pedophile.
This man is the lowest of the low—a real scumbag.
It's almost eight p.m., so we’re preparing to roll out to meet the guy behind the mall. The description he gave me is a man in his fifties, with blond hair, about five foot ten. A short fucker.
He said he’d be wearing a red jacket. The info I uncovered matches his description. Dumbass didn’t even try to give me fake info.
His name is Peter Dolce, married fifteen years to his wife, Brenda. His wife is only thirty-three, so he married her at eighteen. Their son, Terry, is only two years old.
I've already loaded up the car and am waiting next to it for Ghost and Iskra.
“Purge, you ready?” My wife’s voice echoes in the garage, making me smile.
“Yep,” I respond with a smirk.
Ghost has his arm around Iskra, and they share a kiss before she comes to me. Leaning up on her tiptoes, she kisses me too.
We all get in the car and head out. It's only about a fifteen-minute drive. We’re leaving early to scout the location first.
Once we arrive, I slowly drive the perimeter of the mall, searching for any cars or people. It's deserted, so I park behind a bunch of dumpsters in a dark corner. The car we’re driving is dark in color, so hopefully the target won’t see it.
We all get out, moving closer to the location of the meet.
