“Please, Uncle Marcus. I will never ask anything of you again. Just … give me this one thing.”
His hold is suffocating. A crushing python clamped around my middle. I can scarcely breathe, but I don’t mention it. Can’t when he crashes his mouth to mine.
“What do you want, Linny?” he snarls in between kisses.
Heels dig into the mattress and I arch. I push myself down his length, chasing that familiar rush building at the back of my belly button.
“Kill them.” I break off with a sobbing moan when he pushes my hips flat and rolls in slow, torturous circles. “Kill them for me, Uncle Marcus. All of them. The men. The women. Erase their entire line. Their name.”
His groan is the sound of a wild animal. The vicious roar of a beast tearing into the throat of his prey. And I’m his prey. His willing victim.
“A favor requires payment.”
Against my mound, his bulge rocks. It grinds with the faintest jerk, but I feel it to my toes. It tightens my fingers in his hair.
“Anything.” Our lips bump with the promise. “Anything you want.”
His growl is a low rumble deep in his chest. It’s followed by the deliberate shift, the roll that steals a gasp from me that heswallows with his lips. With his tongue sweeping over mine. He takes my mouth with a heated urgency of someone terrified it might be snatched away from him.
Between us, his body snaps against mine. His cock burns through his sleeping trousers and my panties. It’s a thick wedge of pulsing meat pushing against me with the most perfect drives. Each one has my hips chasing him, meeting and matching every assault.
The hand on my hips drifts inward. Ghosts across my pelvis to shove beneath my panties. I feel the level of my own arousal with the first dip of his fingers through my folds.
“Fuck…” he hisses. “You’re so wet.”
The boys never went past the first knuckle when touching my opening. It knocks the wind out of me when Marcus plunges a full finger in.
His head snaps up. Eyes wide.
“Did I hurt you?”
I try to shake my head, but the sting brings tears to my eyes.
He notices and immediately withdraws.
“Jesus, you’re a virgin?” He props himself up on an elbow to peer into my face. “I thought…”
Heat blooms beneath my cheeks. “No,” I answer his unasked question.
I think he’s going to stop, but his hand is splayed over my mound still. One finger lightly rubbing my clit. He doesn’t move. Continues to flick until my muscles relax and I open wider.
“You should have told me,” he mutters.
We couldn’t.
I couldn’t. We tried but the discomfort was always too overwhelming. Neither of them wanted to be the one to hurt me so the task stayed undone. It never seemed important in the beginning. We knew we would eventually one day and never saw the need to rush it. Not that they didn’t enjoy doing other thingsto my body. Holding me down and taking turns forcing me to take their head and cumming in me was one of their favorite games. But never the full thing. That was the rule.
It was only recently they suggested we bring Uncle Marcus in to help. He was supposed to show us how.
I can’t help wondering if maybe the universe knew I would need that slip of skin for a much bigger purpose.
“It’s yours if you’ll grant me this favor,” I whisper instead.
His expression never changes. He searches my face while skimming a circle around my bundle of nerves.
“Your pussy for their lives?” he clarifies with a husky drawl that makes my cheeks prickle.
I shake my head. “I want to watch you hurt them, Uncle Marcus.”
