you, so much pain, not even the fury you demons possess can save you. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” Whistler says, a slight shake in his voice.
“Good. I want a meeting with your Prez. He comes to me. There is no negotiation on that.”
“He won’t come until she passes.”
Reaper nods and lets go of Whistler’s hand and turns toward the Ruthless Kings. “Let’s roll.” Reaper turns around and then stabs the knife in the wood of the cage floor. Tongue runs to the knife’s side and yanks it out, kisses it, then sheaths it again.
“That’s the guy who cuts tongues,” I say. One’s eyes go wide when Tongue slides his thumb along his neck, smiling at the promise of spilling the Demons Fury blood.
“Look at us, making new friends.” Maximo claps his hands together and slaps me on the back. I hiss, almost punching him in the face with my knuckles, but I catch myself in time. “I need everyone to get the fuck out, okay?” He smiles, and the twists and turns of his attitude give me whiplash.
“Hope yer smart and really consider siding with us. Ye have no idea how fucked up we are.” I head toward Dawn just as she wipes her mouth. She’s in damn tears again over the idea that her son might already be sold.
I lay my arm around her shoulder and guide her toward the exit. Once we’re alone, she stops in front of me. “You killed a man tonight,” she says with a wobbly lip.
“Aye.”
“You liked it.”
“Aye.” No need to lie about it.
“You’re a killer.”
“Aye.”
“Stop fucking agreeing with me!” she screams.
“Aye,” I say again, but she pushes against my chest until my back is against the wall of the casino. The rough stucco digs into the open wound of my back.
I’ve put a few things together when it comes to Dawn, my sweet lips. When she’s emotional, she needs an outlet. It’s like me with fighting.
“Stop it! Stop. You killed a man. You liked it. You wanted more! Do you want to do that to me? Do you want to hurt me?”
“No, Lips. I never want to hurt ye.”
“Seeing you fight like that did,” she says. “Seeing you become that man…” She trails off and stares at the ground, crossing her arms over her chest. “Skirt was gone.”
“Aye.”
She rears back and slaps me across the face. It’s the first time all night I’ve been hit by someone else’s hand, and since it’s hers, my cock rolls beneath my kilt and comes to life. “Stop agreeing with me.”
“Do it again,” I say.
She backhands me next until my cheek is on fire. I should not be turned on right now, neither should she, but she and I both are running high on emotion, and this is how we take it out.
On each other.
“Again.”
“No.”
I flip us around until it’s her back digging into the rough concrete. I push her shorts to the side and slide my fingers through her wet cunt. “I said again.”
“I said no! I won’t hit you again.”
“Yer defiant…” I shudder, loving how much she fights me.
“I can’t get the thought of you killing that man out of my head.”
I shove my hand over her mouth, lift my kilt up, and plunge my cock into her heat. “Get used to it, Lips. I’d kill again for ye.” I thrust in and out, rocking furiously. I can’t believe we’re fucking right now, but adrenaline is high, and it needs an escape. “And again.” I take all my anger and frustrations of the night out on her, plundering her deep, wet crevice. “And again.” My back burns, stings, and I can feel fresh beads of blood swelling up and flowing down my back.
Dawn screams into my palm and her inner walls massage me, forcing cum from my sack. It’s the quickest, dirtiest fuck I can imagine us doing. I spill my seed inside her and smash my mouth against hers, spearing my tongue between her lips. She sucks my red muscle, and my eyes roll back, and another wave of cum leaves me as her cunt strangles me from her orgasm.
“We’re fucked up,” she whispers against my mouth as the humid air swirls.
“Aye, but we can be fucked up together.”
Dawn knows what I need without me saying it, and the same goes for her. We are fucked up. I don’t know another couple that loves to rough house like we do. I like the slapping she gives me when she wants my cock and