And then, we come, all three of us, in hot, messy spurts across her face, chest, and throat.
“Put your fucking tongue out,” I instruct, and she complies, taking time to clean each head of our cocks with her mouth, one at a time.
Then, Mara rises slowly and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes bright.
She steps toward Chase, so close he’s forced to look up at her.
“You don’t exist in my world anymore, but taste how sweet it is.”
She smiles, dragging two fingers through the cum shining on her cheek. Then, she shoves her fingers between his teeth, deep enough to choke him.
Chase’s eyes go wide, his throat spasming around her fingers.
“If you bite me,” she says, leaning in, “I’ll rip out your tongue and mail it to your father.”
Chase chokes violently, gagging around her fingers as she forces him to swallow. Only when he’s sputtering and drenchedin humiliation does she tear her hand free and wipe her fingers on his ruined shirt with a disgusted flick.
“Take him back to daddy. Let him rot,” she says. “We don’t need him anyway.” Then, she walks back upstairs.
And fuck, I’ve never been more in awe of a woman before.
ELEVEN
DREDYN
We let Mara shower in peace, and then helped her change into some clothes that I had my mom help me purchase for her. It took just five minutes snuggling with Jasper before she was fast asleep.
That’s when Talon and I decided to go downstairs. With the two of them asleep, we know that we can do what we have to, without their emotional burden.
The Omega Chi Kappa house is mostly updated, except the basement. Maybe because it doubles as a private fighting ring down here, I’m not sure.
The bulb over the stairs flickers when I hit the bottom step.
And Chase Harrington is right where we left him.
One eye is swollen, jaw cracked in three different shades of purple. His lip is split, his shirt is gone, and there’s blood crusted along his chest.
Oh, and probably the cum from when Mara shoved it down his throat.
That’s my favorite part.
See, Chase Harrington is nothing without the suit, withoutDaddy’sname floating around his head like a halo. When he’sdown here, he’s just another dumb bastard tied to a chair in my basement.
And, yeah...
He looks small.
I stop in front of him and look him over. “Morning, sunshine,” I say. “Enjoy your nap?”
He lifts his head, eyes narrowing against the light. “I’ve had worse nights,” he rasps.
“Worse than being stripped, tied to a bolted chair, and left under the Omega Chi Kappa house?”
His smile is slow and ugly. “You really think this scares me, Steele?
“Scare you?” I echo, dragging another chair across the floor. I flip it around and straddle it in front of him, forearms resting on the back. “No. If you were smart enough to be scared, we wouldn’t be here.”
His gaze flicks to my hands, then back to my face. “Let me guess. This is the part where you threaten me until I cry. Maybe fire-hair dude records it for his highlight reel?”
