Page 54 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

Leaving his brother, Coffin climbs onto the bed, straddles my closed legs, and slides his cock back inside me. Using my ass cheeks as handles, he fucks me so hard and deep, the headboard bounces off the wall.

Necro’s cock slips free, and I lick my lips. Quickly tucking himself away, he rushes to the bathroom, and Rot follows his brother, shutting them inside together, as Coffin uses me like his own personal sex toy.

Falling to my knees in front of the toilet, I rip off my mask and throw it on the floor. Bile fills my mouth as my stomach pitches. I hover over the edge, waiting to puke.

Sola is here.

She saw it.

She touched it .

I came in her wet mouth in less than twenty seconds.

Her. Mouth.

Fuck.

I groan and hang my head as Rot kneels behind me, rubbing my back. “It’s okay.”

I shake my head.

No, it’s not.

It’s not okay.

It’ll never be okay.

She’s here.

That was real.

Post-orgasm clarity is a dark, evil bitch.

She saw it.

It.

What if…

Fuck!

I curl into myself, and the first heave is dry, followed by the second and by the third, all the liquid contents of my stomach fill the porcelain throne in violent surges that turn my throat raw.

I should have died.

I should have planned better.

Then this would have never happened.

Why is she even here? How did that even happen?

Why… did she see it?

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I’m an ugly, disfigured abomination.

I am no one .

I am nothing.

I do not speak.

I do not feel.

I am a sinner.

I…

Fuck.

I need to die.

I came in her mouth. That beautiful woman’s mouth. I tainted her. I…

Dropping onto my ass, Rot hands me a damp cloth to wipe my scarred mouth.

If she saw it, and my legs, there’s no telling how disgusted she’ll be by my face… and my tongue.

Rot kneels beside me, naked, his expression etched in concern, and I fuckin’ hate him for it. Tears gather in my eyes as I shove him in the chest.

Fuck you! I sign.

“She liked it.”

No.

“Yes!” He shoves me back and slaps me upside the head.

I see red.

How dare he let me live and… let her see me… touch me.

How dare he bring her back here. Doesn’t he realize she deserves better? That… we aren’t better!

Fuck!

I tackle him to the floor and swing, and swing, and I don’t stop. Blood paints my knuckles as I unleash on him, and the dickhead takes it.

“Get the hell off him!” a familiar feminine voice screeches, and I look up in horror. Standing in the doorway, naked, with Coffin at her back, Sola stands.

My Soul.

And…

I touch my face and…

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I scramble off Rot, snatch my mask off the floor, and struggle to put it back on as he sits up and wipes blood from his mouth. Sola goes to him. Of course she does. She likes him. She may even love him. But I’m the monster—the… sinner… the one who tainted her.

I want to apologize. To make her leave. But when I turn with my mask back in place, my brothers are gone, and it’s just us.

Her with those bright green eyes and rosy cheeks.

She’s crying, and I fucking hate myself.

I did it.

I made her this way.

I ruin everything.

Everyone.

I am no one.

I have no name.

Sola approaches like I’m a wounded animal and sits on the floor in front of me. The barbells in her nipples are gorgeous. That red thatch of hair at her cunt, so perfectly trimmed and sexy.

Damn. She’s a goddess incarnate.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.

“Take off the mask, babe. Show me.”

Babe .

She… called me…

I look around, and yes, she’s speaking to me.

Wiping the back of her hands under her eyes, she smiles all watery and emotional, and my heart hurts.

I swallow hard and rub the knot in my chest.

She can’t cry. She can’t… look at me like that.

“Please.” She offers me her delicate hand. “Please give it to me.”

Why? I sign.

“Because I want you to show me. You. The real you.”

No.

“There is nothing wrong with the way you look.”

Lies.

Everything about me is wrong.

They did this… because vanity is a sin. Talking is sin.

I’m a soldier.

I obey.

But they’re not here anymore. Sola is and she’s…

I unlatch the mask and rest it in her upturned palm. She sets it on the tiled floor between us, like she’s not taking it away.

“Now breathe.” She inhales deeply and blows out a breath. “Go on.”

I follow along the second time, in through my nose and out through my wrecked mouth.

Again and again, we breathe, my pulse calms, and she smiles at me.

Fuck.

She doesn’t cringe, look away, or seem disgusted—just curious as she stares at my lips. I open my mouth to show her .

“They took your tongue,” she guesses, and by how she’s talking, somebody shared more than they should have. I’ll deal with them later.

Scooting an inch closer, Sola reaches out to me again, except this time she’s looking at my face.

“Can I touch it? Does it hurt?”

I shake my head.

Not anymore, it doesn’t. Physical pain rarely registers. They saw to that. The more they break you. The more you can endure.

In the bunker, they locked us in dark rooms, never to see the light of day. Around our seventh year of life, we were beaten within an inch of our lives, every day for thirty days. Ripping the weakness from us, a pound of flesh at a time.

My legs are a testament to my fortitude.

My endurance.

My obedience.

“Babe,” she whispers. “You okay?”

Babe.

She said it again.

I don’t know what I am anymore.

Soft-edged eyes look at me with such… reverence, my stomach pitches, and this strange fluttery sensation thumps beneath my breastbone like a bat.

Blowing out a fortifying breath, I place Sola’s soft palm against my cheek.

And because I can’t bear to look at her in fear of what I might see, I squeeze my eyes shut as she touches me there. Delicate fingers skate across my skin.

And…

I get hard.

So, fucking hard.

And…

My stomach swoops, and I lose all ability to breathe when she sweeps across my scarred lips.

“So beautiful,” she whispers, and I… groan.

It’s broken like the rest of me. Nothing more than a gruff crackle, but I remain still, letting her explore.

And she does.

Fuck.

She touches me and makes these sweet little sounds like she doesn’t think I’m ugly.

I sense her shift and feel the wisp of her breath brush across my face. I jerk back, and she giggles, all tinkly and adorable. “I’m gonna kiss you now. Don’t move.”

I tremble at her words.

Kiss me.

She wants to kiss a monster.

I’ve never kissed anyone before.

I’ve never been touched that way.

I want to stop her. To keep myself from tainting the most beautiful creature to exist. But before I get a chance, warmth blooms across my mouth, and I moan, and she moans, climbing onto my lap. Threading her fingers behind my neck, Sola brushes her lips across mine. “I missed you,” she whispers.

Emotions clog my throat.

She missed me.

Me.

I… don’t understand .

“I’m gonna kiss you again. If you don’t want me to, please stop me now.”

I don’t.

I let her explore.

When she licks the seam of my mouth, a jolt of electricity makes my balls ache and my heart to… ugh.

Running her soft fingertips down my arms, she stops at my wrists. “Touch me,” she purrs against my cheek.

But I can’t.

I can’t touch her.

“Babe. Touch me. I want you to.”

No.

She must remain pure.

I’ve done enough.

I don’t want to hurt more.

I need to die.

For her.

With me gone, she won’t have to worry.

Rot and Coffin will care for her. Mama will run the club.

I won’t stalk her anymore.

I won’t… hurt her.

Or use her.

Or…need her.

Or… ache for her.

Or ruin everything she is…

“Please. Touch me.”

I can’ t.

I…

“Babe. Talk to me.”

No.

I can’t be here.

I am no one.

I am nothing.

I am a sinner.

Ugly.

Wrong.

Sola grips the sides of my face. “Open your eyes.”

I can’t.

“Babe. Open your eyes. Look at me.”

No.

“Please. I want you to see me. I want you to see us.”

“Open your eyes, brother,” Rot’s voice rumbles through the room.

“Do it,” Coffin adds.

Necro opens his ethereal eyes and stares straight into my soul.

“Hi.” I smile, so damn proud of him.

His eyes widen as if he’s just now realizing how close I am and that I’m naked on top of him. Leaning in, I brush my lips over his scarred ones. They’re rough and bumpy, but they’re his, so they’re perfect.

He makes a sound in his throat.

And I giggle against his mouth.

“If you don’t grab her ass, I’m gonna be pissed,” Coffin growls from the doorway, where he and Rot popped their heads in to check on us not long ago. “She has a fantastic ass.”

“Yeah, she does. I should know. I got to fuck it today. Best. Ass, Red. Absolutely the best,” Rot tacks on.

“You’re ridiculous.” I roll my eyes, smiling against Necro’s lips. A tiny laugh bubbles out of my throat.

“I’m your ridiculous.”

Of course, he is.

Necro obeys his brother and tentatively runs his palms down my backside and cups my bare cheeks. I wiggle in his lap, nuzzling my pussy against his obvious erection.

He groans, grips me harder, and rocks my cunt firmly against his jean-covered member.

“You feel good,” I purr. “Maybe you should take him out.”

That must be the wrong thing to say, because the rocking stops and his entire frame goes rigid.

Necro removes his hands, and I drop my forehead to his shoulder and groan in sexual frustration.

I haven’t come yet today. I don’t know why.

I’m usually quick to get off. But I haven’t.

I don’t know if it’s all the sex or my worry about him, letting me get to the precipice, but before I jump, everything simmers down.

It’s annoying, and I try not to think about it too much. Life happens.

But this…

Being with him. Touching him. Feeling him.

I’m so horny, I could come from dry humping .

But I won’t beg.

If he doesn’t want me that way, if he’s uncomfortable, if I’ve pushed him too far, I don’t want to be that girl—the annoying, needy one, who pleads for attention.

He deserves to set his own boundaries, and I’ve already crossed more than a few of those today.

Sucking his cock will go down as one of the sexiest things I’ve ever done in my life.

All those piercings are seriously hot.

Kissing his bare shoulder, I reluctantly slide out of Necro’s lap and try my best not to pout too much as I get up and exit the bathroom to give him space.

Coffin swats my butt playfully on the way out, and Rot kisses my cheek.

Once I’m in the bedroom, alone, I wipe the remnants of cum from my legs with one of the wet wipes from Rot’s nightstand and slip on another black t-shirt from his dresser. Crawling into his bed, I set the tablet up and select a horror movie that’ll take my mind off Necro and my lack of orgasm.

I got to touch him today.

Taste him.

See him unmasked.

That’s more than enough.

Or so I keep telling my greedy self as I watch a clown dismember a teenager and wait for the tingle in my pussy to go away.

I can come another time.

It’s fine.

I’m fine .

Everything’s fine.

I’m here with my guys, even though they are doing heaven knows what in the bathroom with Necro.

They want me.

And… life’s good.

I hope.

But what if it isn’t?

What if… he tries to kill himself again?

What if… he doesn’t really want me anymore?

What if…

Ugh.

I smash my face into a pillow.

Overthinking sucks.