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Greyson

It had taken me less than a day to find Keith Cadieux and less than that to convince him to tell me where his brother lived. Every day, someone thought they were going to be the next star, the all-American dream, and in Keith’s case, an NFL quarterback. But, like most people, he never made it. I didn’t know his exact reasons. It could’ve been an injury, he might’ve gotten in trouble with the law, or the school sniffed out that he was going to bring drama to their door and dropped him. Whatever the reason was, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that Keith worked a dead-end job and spent his free time sitting around, yelling at the television.

From what I’d been able to gather in my short time in Keith’s home, he didn’t have a family, and if he had any kids, there were no pictures of them anywhere. The old farmhouse was stocked with beer, guns, and an alligator he was in the process of stuffing.

I’m sure that brings the ladies running.

Keith’s younger brother Johnny, on the other hand, seemed to have it all. He was married with two kids, a couple of cats, and a beautiful wife. Johnny worked at a fancy corporation, had a decent home with two cars, and, for whatever reason, still helped support his older brother. I couldn’t help wondering if there was some guilt trauma or maybe blackmail involved with their relationship because, from what I could tell, they weren’t close. Yet, the moment I used Keith’s phone to text Johnny, the guy couldn’t have driven any faster to see his brother. The bond of siblings was hard to break. Lennox wasn’t even related to me by blood, but to me, he was my brother, and if he needed anything, I would be there.

I glanced down at Alora as we stopped in front of the door to the mausoleum. She was as calm as if we were walking the beach on a romantic date, hand-in-hand. I’d never lose the vision of her crouched down in front of her sister’s tomb, her shoulders hunched like she was just waiting for the world to take its next punch at her broken heart. It was her tattered soul that had initially called out to me, but now the woman who stood by my side didn’t need me to mend the broken pieces. No, she was a different animal now. Alora had become the doll who held a knife in her hands and didn’t wait for someone to pull on her strings. She could stand all on her own. This version of her was, if possible, sexier than the person I’d fantasized about crushing.

Taking Yara from her hands, Alora gave me a questioning look as I sat her on the ground and looped the end of her leash over a decorative statue.

“What are you doing? Aren’t we going—” Grabbing a handful of her long hair, I crashed my lips to hers, and the question died on her lips.

“Fuck you taste sweet, Doll.” Releasing her hair, my hands cradled her ass, pulling her flush against my body. My cock was begging to invade her cunt and make her scream my name. Her voice would haunt anyone within earshot as it echoed like the dead were crying from their locked tombs. “I want you,” I growled, her eyes flaring with a mirrored passion.

“Right now?”

“Right now,” I answered, stepping closer and forcing her back up against the door. I smirked at the cross caved into the stone above her head.

“Why don’t I take the edge off to start,” Alora offered. My aching cock didn’t give a fuck what hole it was shoved into as long as it was in her. I nodded, my body shaking. She lowered herself to her knees, and as soon as she released the fly on my jeans, my cock sprung free and waved in the cool air. She licked her lips, and I grabbed her hair and pulled her head down. The craving to have her grew more potent by the second.

My legs quaked, and my ass flexed as I slipped into her hot mouth. The excitement of what was to come was driving me wild. Bracing my other hand on the door, I thrust my hips forward. Hitting the back of Alora’s throat, I groaned, and my hand tightened in her hair as the next thrust nudged a little further.

My doll’s eyes filled with tears, her fingers digging into my legs as I forced myself deeper with every thrust until I was pummeling her mouth. Her teeth scraped just a little, and I shivered with the touch of pain that felt as erotic as her tongue rubbing against the underside of my shaft.

“Fuck…so good.”

A gasp made me turn my head. An older woman stood in the middle of the row, her mouth gaping open as she clutched her hand to her throat like she was gripping her pearls.

“What the fuck are you staring at,” I asked as I yanked Alora’s mouth off my cock. She sucked in a deep breath as I twisted her head to look in the woman’s direction. With the tears running down her face, I doubted she could see a thing. “Get the fuck out of here, or you’re next,” I snarled. The old rage that used to control my every action tried to take over.

The old lady made the sign of the cross over her chest. “Blasphemy,” she muttered as she shuffled away.

I growled at Alora, but she was far from scared or worried about insulting anyone. The devil himself danced in her eyes as her mouth hung open, tongue out as she waited for me to fill her once more. Rubbing my cock on her tongue, I slid back into her mouth and gripped her head with both my hands. Her whimpers made me shudder.

Faster and faster, I slid home into the sweet warmth of her throat, the gagging sound only ramping up my urges. Her nose smacked into my stomach as she grabbed my balls and twisted them the way I liked. It was too much, and I came hard.

“Fuck, yes, take it all, Doll,” I growled as the stream of come hit the back of her throat. Her finger tapped my leg. There was no panic or fear behind the movement, but it told me what she needed, and at another time, I might have seen if I could push her further. Instead, I pulled out. I grabbed her chin while she coughed. Drool and a dribble of come slid from the corner of her mouth, and I licked up every last drop until she was clean.

She stared up at me as I took in her red, swollen lips, and my cock wanted more. Fuck. Pulling back, before I caved, I stuffed myself back in my jeans and then held out my hand to help Alora up. Her hair was a disaster, and her black eyeliner ran down her face in two morbid lines, but fuck she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. As if she knew what she looked like, Alora scrubbed under her eyes with the sleeves of her jacket.

“Stop, you’re sexy. I love that you look like you’ve been crying.”

“You would.” Her lip twitched up.

“We better go in before that old lady sends the cops or comes back for another look. She seemed to be enjoying the show.”

“Yes, I’m sure that’s exactly what she was thinking,” Alora said, making me laugh, while I unlocked the door and pushed it open. She picked up Yara, who hadn’t moved the entire time. “I know this place has a damp smell, but I like it.”

“Just when I didn’t think you could get any sexier, you go and say something like that,” I teased as I moved the coffin aside and revealed the soft glow and stairs that led the way to Alora’s gift. I wanted to see her face when she saw what I got her. It felt like my birthday, and I was about to show off my presents.

Before we came to our final stop, I put Yara in her kennel with her favorite toy, a blanket, and a treat. Holding Alora’s hand, I guided her toward the last chamber and the main event. We stepped in, and I waited to see how she would react. Alora looked between the two men, but I kept my eyes trained on her. Recognition dawned for all of them at the same time, and a chorus of ‘Oh fuck’ rang out.

“Is that?” Alora pointed at the man strung up in the center of the room.

“Yes, it is.”

“You got them both?”

“Yes, I did. Just for you, Doll. They are yours to play with,” I said, wrapping my arm around her waist. “It’s impolite not to say hi, guys,” I scolded, my voice as warm as hugging ice in the dead of winter. My lips turned up as they both greeted Alora like the dutiful toys that they were.

“Alora, wow…it has been so long, you look…good,” Johnny said conversationally, which only made him look ridiculous as he hung there naked. He was my worm on a hook…technically, they both were, but Johnny was playing the staring role. “Did you, um…did you send him to get us?” Johnny glanced at me, and I could almost see him calculating the odds of pacifying Alora to let them go. He was wrong, but crushing his glimmer of hope this soon was not as much fun as watching it fade before it was snubbed out.

Doll glanced at me and then at Johnny. “I may have asked the devil for your long, slow, painful death for what you did to me, my sister, Tammy, and everyone else you hurt the night of the party. I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect him to send someone to collect, though.” Johnny licked his lips.

“I should’ve known that you’d do something insane once your ass was out of the cage. You were completely unhinged the night of the party. You ruined my life with that tire iron. My football career was over,” Keith growled.

I pointed at him. “Shut the fuck up until you’re spoken to, or I’m grabbing that candle over there, and we’ll see if I can shove it up the hole of your cock until only the wick is sticking out. But I can assure you the sheer excruciating pain of the flame inching its way up the inside of your pathetic little dick as it burns you from the inside out will make you wish you were never born.” I might have been hanging around Lennox for too long if I was willing to use fire. I was not a fan of the smell of burning flesh, but the fear in Keith’s eyes as he snapped his mouth shut was worth following through.

Alora stared at me, and I winked. She turned back to Johnny, and I truly adored how she understood me without having to explain in detail.

“I need to know something. Why did you invite Evie to that party in the first place? And why did you let Keith hurt her if you cared about her at all?” Johhny looked away from Alora, a shadow of guilt crossing his face. “You did care about her, didn’t you?”

“I did, but….” Johnny looked over his shoulder at Keith. “I didn’t think he was going to go that far.”

“Fuck you. Ya goddamn well knew why the girls were there. It was a fucking party and a closet. What that fuck? It wasn’t rocket science,” Keith said, but I let it slide.

“Don’t fucking give me that. It was supposed to be first base only. No one said anything about raping anyone.”

First base? Did anyone use that term anymore? It was kind of a shame that Johnny was going to die. It seemed like his brother had snowed him as much as he had the justice system. But he also never came forward to tell anyone that his brother chased after Alora. That was enough for me.

“It wasn’t rape, the little b—” Keith looked at me and swallowed. “She said she wanted to try more than kissing and getting fingered by tiny hands over there,” he finished.

“Shut up,” Alora growled at him, her fists balling as she glared at Keith.

“You heard her. One more word out of your mouth before a question is asked of you, and I get to play. You won’t like the games I choose, trust me.”

When all was quiet, Johnny continued. “Evie did go into the closet with him willingly. Just like all the other girls. But I swear they were only supposed to make out.”

“So, you let her make out with your brother?” Alora shook her head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“It was part of the game. We all agreed to the rules, and I said I was fine with it when Evie said I could kiss one of the other girls. It was just supposed to be fun. You know, try new experiences. I mean, she and Tammy were both interested with it being all the older guys.”

“Fun? Yeah, until it wasn’t. Of course, they were infatuated with a bunch of college jocks showing interest in them.” Alora pinched the bridge of her nose, and it was easy to see this was stressing her out. I wanted her to have fun killing them, but not like this. She stepped away from my side and slipped the coat off her shoulders. Taking it from her, I hung it on the hook with our change of clothes I’d already brought in preparation for the night’s festivities.

“Look, I don’t know what to say. I was fifteen, stupid, and looked up to my brother. I didn’t know until they came out what happened.” Keith opened his mouth to say something. I picked up one of the candles, and his eyes filled with terror. He wisely didn’t speak. “By then, it was too late. Evie was crying and ran outside with Tammy. I didn’t know what to do.”

“I just want to make sure I have your story straight. You invited your girlfriend to a party with a bunch of older guys, let her go into a closet with your brother, and you didn’t think it was odd that they were gone longer than everyone else? I’m assuming she struggled or yelled. At the very least, I would think that by college, he could last longer than two seconds, but I could be wrong.”

“Fuck off,” Keith yelled and then screamed like a baby as I marched over to him. “No, no, no, please. I’ll be quiet. I swear.”

“Too late, I warned you.”

His chains rattled as he thrashed, trying to get further away, but I snatched his cock and squeezed it hard, the tip quickly turning a violent shade of purple. Keith yelled louder. “Already screaming? Fuck, Keith. You’ll be begging to die way too soon.” I sneered at him. “Good thing you’re not a woman. They push babies the size of watermelons out of their pussies. Do you want me to get a watermelon, Keith?”

“Please, please don’t do this.”

“Beg some more. I like it.” Smiling at him, I locked eyes with the man who had caused my doll so much pain. Spitting on the butt end, I pushed and twisted the candle into the tiny hole, stretching it open one millimeter at a time. I soaked in the pain-filled screams until half of the wax was lodged in his dick. The tip of his cock was stretched obscenely like a snake extending its jaw to eat its prey.

Keith whimpered and slumped against his chains as I let his cock go. Blood dripped on the floor, but it didn’t stop the small flame from curling up over the lip of the candle, pointing dangerously at his skin. Johnny was looking over his shoulder. I smirked at him as I patted Keith’s cheek. Another blubbering whimper escaped his lips, and I pressed my finger to them.

“Now, shhh. Be good and shut the fuck up, Keith, or I’ll push it the rest of the way in like I promised.” He nodded furiously, and I removed my finger.

Crossing my arms, I walked around to stand beside Alora. Johnny was noticeably shaking, and I loved it. Everything about this felt right. I never thought having a partner would feel so fulfilling, but Alora completed this kill for me. Just like how walking in and seeing her all bloody from killing Landry had almost made me come on the spot.

“Will you show me how to torture him and keep him alive,” Alora asked, and I pulled her into my arms and dropped my lips to hers. It took more self-control than it should not to devour her right now as my body strained and demanded to claim her in front of them.

“Doll, I will show you whatever you want.” I kissed her again until we were both breathless and panting. My heart was full, but the dark urges wanted their pound of flesh. The difference was, now, I wanted to take it with my cock between her legs and not with my blade. “I’m going to fuck you up against that wall before we leave,” I growled. “I just thought you should know.”

“How about I ride you on the coffin with Keith locked inside of it,” she said. I thought I was unshockable, but Alora managed it.

“Doll, you can fuck me anywhere you want, in any way you want, at any time you want,” I said. “Can I paint you in his blood first?” She nodded, biting her lip, and I groaned, wanting to pull my knife and stab Johnny through the heart just so we could get to putting Keith in the coffin.

“You two are fucked,” Johnny said. He wasn’t wrong, but we were the perfect kind of fucked for one another.

Alora slowly stepped back. I didn’t want to let her go, but my hands loosened on her waist. She walked the room with her hands behind her back like a professor at a university giving a lecture. I pulled off my hoodie and laid it down before rolling my shoulders. Alora stopped in front of Keith, and I watched her as she stared at his cock.

“She was only fourteen,” Alora said.

“I told you she wanted it,” he stupidly said, and like a switch flipping, Alora lost control. She screamed as her fist connected with Keith’s face over and over. I knew what it was like to lose the strength to hold it together.

“Hey…hey…easy,” I whispered, pulling her shaking body against mine.

“I’m going to tear him apart,” she snarled and lunged in my arms. Whipping her around, I pushed her up against the wall, locking her hands over her head. “Easy, Doll. He’s going to die.”

“I want him to die right now.” Alora glared at Keith, who was now sporting a split lip.

Nice right hook.

“But if he dies, he won’t suffer.” I rubbed myself up against her and buried my nose in her hair. “You want him to suffer, don’t you, Doll?” She shuddered and tilted her head to the side. Taking the invitation, I drew my tongue up the side of her neck to her ear, running the delicate earlobe between my teeth.

“Yes,” she moaned. Unable to help myself, I ran my hand down the front of her stomach and flicked open her belt. “What are you doing,” she asked, and I picked up on the erotic lilt in her tone.

“Checking something,” I said and then looked up at Keith, who was watching the entire show. Popping the button on her jeans, I slipped my hand inside and shuddered as soon as my fingers touched the wet spot already formed on her underwear. “Already wet for me, I see.”

Pushing the material aside, I slid a finger inside her tight pussy. My cock was throbbing like a fucking drum, begging to have her. My doll gave one hell of a blow job, but nothing beat being buried balls deep inside of her.

“Yes,” she moaned, chasing my finger.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two,” Johnny asked from behind me. There was an edge of anger in his tone, but one glance over my shoulder told me how turned-on he was. His cock stood out from his body, and I smirked. He would never taste another pussy again.

“Good girl, Doll. You stay wet like that for me, okay?” She nodded, and I released her arms as I pulled my hand from her jeans. Walking over to Johnny, I smiled at him as I showed him my glistening finger. He tried his hardest, but he couldn’t stop staring. “You want this? I know you do. Do you want to know just how sweet she tastes?” I ran my tongue up the side of my finger, and he licked his lips. His cock dribbled come as it pathetically begged and bounced in the air. “Fine, I’ll let you have this little taste. You can consider it your last meal.” He tried to turn his head away, but I wiped my finger over Johnny’s lips and smiled as he licked them like a man in the desert without water.

Alora was still standing with her back to the wall, staring at me, lust pouring from her eyes. “Go ahead, Doll. Do what you want.”

I leaned against the opposite wall and watched her as I tried to ignore the ache in my jeans.

“I want you to know that we’re not going to kill you,” she said to Keith. I cocked a brow. “Not tonight, that is. That’s too good for you.” Alora pulled her T-shirt off over her head and tossed it to me. Then, she did the same with her bra. I had no idea where this was going, but it was her show, and I was enjoying the fucking front row.

“No…I’m going to make you suffer for what you did. You’ll suffer for what you did to the first girl you raped because a guy like you…my sister wasn’t your first. Then I’m going to make you suffer for what you did to my sister and Tammy and all the people who were affected by the accident. But then….”

She got closer to him, and he shivered as she pulled her belt from its loops, the leather making a soft creaking sound. She laid her hand on his chest before drawing one finger down his body and tracing designs on his legs. She was fractions of an inch away from his cock, but never touched it.

“Then I’m going to save the best punishment for last. Can you guess what that is for, Keith,” she asked.

“You ruined my career. Isn’t that enough,” Keith said but sucked in a shuddering breath as Alora rolled one of his nipples between her fingers.

“No…that’s definitely not enough.”

“Fuck you. I was never able to throw a football the same way again. The doc said it was nerve damage. I lost my ride to the NFL, and now your insane boy toy has a candle stuck in my cock,” he screamed and lunged at Alora, but she didn’t flinch. My lips curved up with pride.

She stopped touching Keith and instead sucked a finger into her mouth before following the same trail my hand had to slide into her jeans. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I took a step and forced my feet to stay planted. She was so fucking sexy, and the candlelight gave her an ethereal feel. She’d become my dark angel.

My cock throbbed behind the fly of my jeans. I needed to palm it to get some relief as Alora rubbed one hand over her chest while the other disappeared out of sight. I didn’t need to see the finger to know what she was doing. Alora moaned, tweaking her nipples. I squeezed my cock, willing it to wait. Whatever she was doing, she needed to hurry up before I lost it.

It took a minute to understand what she was up to, but as Keith’s cock stood at attention and he hissed in pain, unable to control the reaction he was having to the sight of her, it all clicked. She was truly my other half. Even I hadn’t thought about making him hard.

“You lost your scholarship? My heart breaks for you,” Alora said, her tone dripping with disdain. “You know what really fucking sucks, Keith? Sitting trapped in a car with your dead sister, unable to get out. Unable to help. Unable to save her. Then, to add insult to injury, the guy who ran us off the road left the scene and lied in court to help put me in jail for five years. For an hour, Keith…a whole hour, I stared at my baby sister’s face. The only sound was the blinker that wouldn’t turn off and the 911 operator trying to talk to me from a cell phone in Tammy’s dead hand. I begged for forgiveness. I begged with everything in me until I had nothing left to give. Now, it’s your turn.”

Keith winced a little as she sucked the fingers from her pussy into her mouth. But he screamed at the top of his lungs as Alora wrapped the belt around her hand and swung it like a whip at his cock. The leather tip snapped against the enflamed head, and his entire body jerked. Damn, that was a fucking good shot.

“Please, he’s had enough. Leave him alone,” Johnny said.

“No, I don’t think so,” was my doll’s response.

Crack, crack, crack.

She hit him until he was reduced to a blubbering mess, while Alora didn’t look like she even broke a sweat. Her tits rose and fell in time to her chest, and my eyes were permanently glued to the hardened peaks. I pulled my knife and squeezed the handle. The feel of it calmed a little of the need racing through my body. But the moment she started again, I gave up the fight and unzipped my jeans to stroke my shaft. The sight of the red welts forming on his abs and legs was more than I could handle after all the teasing. Each snap of the leather had my hand yanking on my cock faster.

Alora glanced over at me, smirking, but shook her head. “Save that for me,” she purred and bit her bottom lip.

“Then you better stop doing that. I’m about to lose it.”

“Okay.” Her eyes swung to Keith’s face, snot and drool dripping off his chin as he whimpered. “This is just a warm-up. I’m going to make you watch as we slowly dissect your brother, one tiny piece at a time, in front of you. Each one of his pleas and screams for mercy will be all you can hear.”

“No…please, please,” he said.

“No, why me? It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t hurt her,” Johnny said.

Alora marched over to the table I had set up with a wide assortment of tools and toys. She looked them all over before grabbing the silver industrial stapler. Interesting choice.

“You’re fooling yourself, Johnny. That’s just what you tell yourself when you close your eyes at night so you can sleep. But that’s not the truth, and you know it.” Alora looked up at me. “Can you hold Keith’s head?”

“I’m your Vanna, Doll. Of course, I can.” I was once more amazed at her grit and stomach for torture as I held Keith’s head still despite his attempts to move away.

“Ah! No! Please,” his high-pitched screams echoed, but there was no one coming to help him, no one to bail him out this time. I watched as she pulled his eyelid open and stapled it so he couldn’t close his eyes.

Fuck, I love her so much.

“You don’t get to close your eyes. I want you to see all of this,” Alora said, her voice as cool as the color of her eyes. Her arms snaked around my waist. “Are you ready?”

“Doll, I was born ready for this.” Gripping her chin, I kissed her softly. “I love you, Doll.”

“I love you more.”