Page 83 of Marked for Execution
I tried to step around him to ease the women’s fear by letting them know I was female, too, but their attention was stolen when Reed and Gunner dragged the old man inside with us, slamming the side door shut.
Eliseo reopened it and stepped inside. The women shuddered more and tried to make themselves as small as they could.Eliseo was a large guy. I didn’t blame them.
“So, where are you all headed this fine evening?” Gunner asked nonchalantly, making me side eye him.
The old man spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor and stared down the women, making Reed sneer in distaste.How uncouth.
The old man bared his crimson coated teeth as he mentally sent some sort of message to the girls huddled in the back. I could feel the hateful tension radiating off him in waves. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.What was going on here?
“We have nothing to do with him! We were sold. Please don’t hurt us!” The woman whimpered, and my back tensed.What?
My eyes saw red.Sold? Sold? What. The. Fuck?Staring at the youngest girl, who looked to be about eleven, then back to the old man on the ground, I could see a resemblance.
The mother was sold, but the kid washis. He was easily in his eighties or more, while the older woman looked to be in her twenties.When the hell did he buy her?
“Where did you get her?” I snarled in his face before punching his temple, stunning him for a second. I was so pissed, I could feel my body vibrating from the need to kill something—someone.This man.
He shook his head and gave me a sardonic smile that boiled my blood to unnatural heights.
“Wouldn’t you guys like to know? But you already have yourself a whore on the go. One pussy is really all you need these days, I’m just lucky enough to have two.”
I straightened and smashed my boot into his head with a loud crack, caving it in and splattering blood all over the leg of my pants. The woman and child screamed at the top of their lungs, but it sounded like a muffle to my ears as my eyes burned red with rage from what he dared to say to my face. Bringing my boot down again and again, the jagged edge of his skull scratched me and caught on the fabric of my pants as I yelled profanities at this pathetic excuse for a human, almost sliding on the last kick from the amount of blood that was pooling under me if, it wasn’t for Gunner catching me.
The smell of his life source was thick in this small space, taking over my mind, clogging my nostrils, seeping into my pores. My hands wanted to claw at the rest of his body, my mouth watering for retribution for these two innocent women in this RV. I struggled to rip his spine out, but Gunner pulled me further back. I kicked and struggled as the women behind me sobbed in fear at my display of temper.
“Fitri. Breathe. He’s dead, babe. You got him,” Gunner whispered against my ear. His hot breath sent a different kind of passion and hunger inside of me, one that I had come to find went hand-to-hand with the current emotion that was crashing inside of me like a tidal wave.
“I got her,” Eliseo said as he grabbed me from Gunner’s arms, secured me in his, and took me out of the RV side door.
We both breathed a sigh of relief when the air thinned out the scent of fresh, warm blood. My pussy throbbed and I groaned as he continued to drag me somewhere. Eliseo didn’t stop walking until we were behind a tight cluster of trees, out of the line of sight of the RV. Suddenly, he slammed my back against the trunk and kissed me with lustful fire. His hands frantically undid my pants while mine undid his and pulled out his hard cock, wet with precum.
Stroking it roughly, he groaned and bit my lip hard, piercing the skin and making it bleed deliciously. The pain only increased the sexual high I was starting to drown in as Eliseo continued to invade my mouth with his drugging kisses. I pulled at his hair with force, wanting him to feel the same sensations I was, and he growled, turning me around and bending me over with my ass exposed to the open and my legs still trapped in my pants.
“Naughty girls get punished,” he said in a guttural voice.
“He deserved to die. What are you going to do about it? I’d kill him again if I had the chance,” I snapped, still angry about what that shitbag revealed.
Eliseo wasted no time and slammed his dick into me fiercely, pulling at my wet pussy lips just enough to cause a little bit of added pain for my supposed punishment. I was panting, clawing at the bark as Eliseo pounded away and I scraped my hands.
His own nails dug into the flesh of my ass, pulling me against him with every slap of his hips. The squelching sounds of our combined wetness made my pussy spasm from how dirty this all was.
He leaned over me, his hot breath against the crook of my neck, his balls slapping my clit with every thrust. “You’re such a dirty little slut for me,Sili. I love it. I love the way your pussy wants to swallow me whole and keep me there. I should also punish you for letting Gunner whisper in your ear.”
“He wasn’t fucking doing anything.”
Eliseo leaned back and slapped my ass with a hard snap. “He was too damn close to what’s mine,” he growled.
“Who the hell says I’myours,Eliseo?” I taunted, looking over my shoulder.
He bent over me again and bit the crook of my shoulder, making me scream with pleasure. The feeling of him pulling a mouthful of blood made my pussy clench around his cock so hard, my stomach muscles ached.
He licked my neck and groaned, expanding inside of me and spilling his release until it leaked out the side of my pussy and onto the ground between us. I could feel his fingers pushing it back inside of me and it made me whimper.
“I do,” he scratched my asscheeks until I felt wet welts. The moment my skin stitched together was the moment I groaned again, my pussy fluttering one last time around his cock.
When he pulled out, his release splashed against my inner thigh, making me bite my bottom lip.
“You’re such a dirty old man.”