Page 18 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

Chapter

Sixteen

This fucking witch is in my head, takin’ up all the space.

Sliding my hand beneath her perfect ass, I dig my fingers into the meat and drop my face into the crook of her slender neck. Not giving a damn if she cares or not, I sink my teeth into the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

Breasts heaving skyward, smashing against my pecs, Sola screams so beautifully my dick nearly explodes as she scores my back with her sharp nails, damn near drawing blood.

That’s it, pretty whore. Hurt me. See if I care.

Skin slapping skin, echoes in the cool basement as I fuck her harder, deeper.

Wanting her to bruise. Needing her to feel me for days on end.

Needing her to crave more. Of me. Of my cock.

Of pain. Why did Rot have to send me that stupid video?

There’s a fine cunt upstairs. A willing cunt.

Not a pain in the ass, who thinks it’s okay to slap me.

I sink my teeth deeper until the tang of her delicious blood coats my tongue. Sola’s heels dig into my ass as she groans, and her entire body trembles beneath mine.

Fuck.

She likes this.

I unlatch and move to her shoulder, where I bite again until I draw blood.

And she comes.

Her wet cunt squeezes me, and the fingers embedded in my shoulders shake as her orgasm rushes on and on, strangling the hell out of my cock as I fuck her through it.

“Out. Out. Out,” she screeches and tries to shove me off her.

Not understanding what she’s going on about, I sit back just enough to pull my erection free.

Her palms slap the cold floor on either side of her as her back arches off the ground like she’s possessed by a demon.

Mouth rounding in the perfect “O”, sound ceases to exist beyond my own heavy breathing for what feels like forever.

Then she wails. Eyes rolling into the back of her skull, liquid squirts like a geyser out of Sola’s cunt as she writhes on the floor.

Fuck.

I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.

As the last trickle pulses out of her pussy, Sola’s chest heaves for breath, and her eyes pop open, locking on mine.

Moaning low, she waves me forward, and I go to her.

Settling between her thighs, I slip my dick back inside.

Needing to feel her skin on mine. For some stupid reason I can’t explain, I shove her shirt up so I can see her pierced nipples.

The ones I gave her. The ones she’ll always wear because of me.

Pride blooms inside the blackened organ that resides in my chest, happy she didn’t try to remove them.

Sola curls her arms around my neck, and I’m struck dumb on what to do as the adrenaline of our fight fades and, with it, the urge to cut her from tits to ass.

Her entire body quivers as I push a damp strand of hair off her forehead. “You good?”

Sola nods and blinks at me like she doesn’t know what to say.

Unable to look her in the face, I lick the remnants of blood from her neck and shoulder.

She purrs like a sweet little kitten and sifts her fingers through the hair at the base of my neck.

Nope.

I can’t do this. Whatever the voodoo fuck this is.

Shaking my head, I blow out a frustrated breath and get as far away from this woman as fast as I can, fixing my pants as I go, not caring I’m still hard or that she’s lying on the basement floor by herself in a church full of criminals. That’s her problem, not mine.

Jogging up the steps, the taste of her blood still on my lips, I try to rub it off with the back of my hand. It doesn’t help.

In the kitchen, I flip on the faucet and shove my face under it to get her taste out of my mouth and out of my head.

But she’s there, lingering, and what’s worse is all I can see is her splayed before me, breathing, bleeding, and what must be cum shooting from her cunt, bathing me and the floor in it .

Fuck.

I look down.

The front of my jeans is soaked in her.

Needing it gone, needing her gone, needing everything gone, I rip off half a roll of paper towels to rub her off me.

“What did you do?” Rot demands as he storms into the kitchen.

I don’t have time for his shit.

Throwing the useless wad of paper towels in the trash, I skirt by him. Rot tries to grab my arm to stop me, but I shrug him off in search of the one thing that’ll screw my head on straight.

I find her sitting in the chapel by herself. Tiffany.

Marching right up to my guest, I don’t give her a chance to ask questions when I drag her past Necro up to the altar.

The same place we welcomed Sola. The same place we welcome them all.

I don’t bother with lighting candles or using any of the bullshit we’ve done before.

Tiffany doesn’t deserve to be decorated with any of my jewelry.

Picking her up beneath her ass, I set her on the altar and force her to lie down.

Necro joins me a moment later, a brow raised in question. What are you doing? he signs.

Ignoring him, I unfasten my pants, pull this new bitch to the end of the altar, shuck up her black skirt, push her scrap of fabric she considers panties to the side, and welcome myself home.

She moans like a good whore.

She begs for more cock.

I look down at her pussy, and the red hair is gone.

Goddammit!

A frustrated growl rips from my throat as I yank Tiffany down and bend her over the aged wood to screw her from behind, so I don’t have to look at her hairless pussy.

“I was a child bride.” Sola’s sweet voice bangs around in my skull.

They took her, and they hurt her, and they married her off. I watched the video a dozen times. I saw her face. I heard it all.

My cock goes limp.

It just dies inside this… whore.

Shame spirals through me like a tornado as I step back and stare down at my useless appendage, wet and red, but goddamn floppy.

I thrust my hands through my hair, tip my head back, and roar.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!

They made me take the pills.

Always the blue pills.

For years and years. The old ladies from church.

The ones who took me in when my father died.

They said they’d take good care of me. They promised they’d be the mothers I never had.

The four wenches who lived together abused a young boy for years until they got caught when I told my teacher, and I was placed in foster care.

That wasn’t much better. The first house.

What a joke. The second couldn’t handle me either.

I look over to Necro and find Rot standing beside him with Sola, blood on her neck and leg, watching me with the gentlest green eyes—the color of grass.

I don’t realize tears are streaming down my face until she comes to me, and I fall to my knees. Offering me kindness I don’t deserve, Sola’s fingers sift through my hair as I hug her, pressing my face to her soft belly, soaking her shirt in anguish.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why am I like this?

My shaky fingers dig into the meat of her bare ass.

The sweet perfume of her cunt curls up my nostrils, and my mouth waters. Sliding my face down, I nudge the edge of her t-shirt up with my nose and stuff my face against her sex. Audibly inhaling, I get high off her scent and groan.

Damn.

This is good.

I slip my tongue through her folds, find her pierced clit and suckle it.

Mmmm. So damn good.

My cock turns to stone. Aching, throbbing for release.

Sola’s legs quiver. An adorable moan escapes her lips.

I smile against her flesh, refusing to stop—never wanting to stop.

“Coffin,” she gasps, and my dick bucks at the raspy sound of her voice.

So beautiful.

So fuckin’ beautiful.

I suckle her sweet clit until she comes for me. Then I suckle it some more as an apology for my behavior. Her legs give out when she comes a third time, and Rot’s there to help her to the ground. I dive back in as he undoes his pants and feeds her his cock that she happily sucks.

With her mouth full of my brother and her cunt ravished by my tongue, Sola bends to our will.

I jack my cock as I eat her like a starved man, and when I’m ready to blow, I fill her to the hilt and dump cum inside.

Gripping her hips, I fuck my seed into her pliant body, and when I’m finished, I move away just in time to have Necro kneel and take my place.

Knowing he doesn’t want her to see his dick, I cover her eyes with my hand.

“Let us please you, sweet whore,” I whisper as I play with one of her nipples.

She cries out around a mouthful of Rot.

I nod toward her other unloved breast, and Rot helps me play.

Twisting and drawing the rosy buds to peaks, we force her to take pleasure beyond her limits.

I love every fuckin’ second of it. Watching my brothers use her.

Watching Necro’s lids slam shut and climax as Rot fills her throat with his seed.

When we’re through, and she’s been fucked to oblivion, unable to keep her eyes open, let alone stand, I scoop her off the floor and carry her from the chapel, where a bunch of horny brothers who watched us take her damn near come in their pants as I pass them by.

I snap my teeth at them. “You wanna die?”

Knowin’ what’s good for ‘em, they back the hell up.

Rot and Necro aren’t far behind me as I lay Sola on my white bedsheets, for once not caring how dirty they may be. Her red hair fans across my pillowcase. Drawing two fingers down her cheek, her eyelashes flutter for a moment before she falls into a deep sleep.

While she rests, I enter the attached bath and get the first aid kit from the bottom cabinet. I need to clean those cuts before they get infected .

“I can’t believe you fuckin’ stabbed her,” Rot growls, entering the bathroom behind me.

“It’s not that deep,” I snap. She won’t need stitches. I made sure of it.

“You carved a C right above her pubes.”

Yep. I did that.

“I know.” I shove his shoulder to get him the hell out of my way, so I can take care of the woman he wants to keep.

“You carved a C,” the jackass comments again as I throw the kit on the bed beside her and dig through the contents.