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Chapter 11

Malachi

N ow that the place is rigged for an easy and quiet entry later this evening, I set out for my car right down the block. It’s just far enough away to where she won’t see me, but still gives me a perfect view of her driveway and her front bay window.

I can see her car turn down her street, and when she pulls into the driveway, Dorian slowly passes the intersection but continues going instead of following behind her. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, and it’s him.

Make sure that she doesn’t leave. If she does call me ASAP. Don’t need tonight spoiled for nothing.

Well, no shit, Sherlock. I don’t want tonight fucked up either. Raven is so fucking perfect, and I cannot wait to get her out to Sica Hollow. She will blend right in with the eerie feeling the forest gives off at night. Especially this time of the year.

You got it.

I shove my phone back into my pocket and settle in for a long one. I start drifting shortly after and dream of what our little death angel will look like in that outfit Dorian sent me pictures of.

The way her ass bounces from under that micro mini skirt as she runs from us and how it just barely hides her pussy in the front. Just barely. When she swings around wildly to check on where we are, her tits sway in a way that has me transfixed on those little X’s. They scream X marks the spot, and my hands are itching to tear them and the little barbells beneath them free from her skin, watching as her blood pours down her body.

A dog barking in the distance snaps me out of my daydream, and when I come to, my cock is hard as a rock, and the sun has fallen beneath the horizon. The stars shine bright in the sky alongside a half-full moon.

“Fuck this sitting and waiting bullshit,” I mutter to myself.

I jump out of the car and slam the door behind me. No point in being too quiet because that would just be suspicious to watch someone carefully close their door and beeline for a house they aren’t intending to announce their arrival to. If someone watches me walk over here like that, they’ll know I’m up to no good. If I look like I’m looking for something, then maybe I don’t have to worry about someone remembering my face or car.

I quickly step between the houses, slipping through the fence gate at the back of her property and sneaking over to her bedroom window. It’s dark inside, but considering the time, she’s bound to make her way this way soon. It's nearing nine or ten at night by now. I’m getting frustrated with tonight. Time is going by too slowly. I need to move this all along faster, but if I don’t follow Dorian’s plans, I will be the one to deal with his wrath.

I’m about to walk away from Raven’s bedroom window when the light suddenly illuminates, and I see her form entering her room. I duck to the side, peer in stealthily from behind the small bush and just watch her. I watch her strip off her tight leggings and oversized sweatshirt that she must have changed into when she got home. I can see the bruises and cuts littered across her pale skin. They are like shining beacons to me. Begging me to touch them and create more of them.

Maybe I should just go in now. Have a little fun with her before my brother gets back.

My pocket vibrates and snaps me out of my thoughts, and when I fish it out, I see that it’s Dorian.

It’s almost time. Be ready in 10.

I’ll be waiting.

Might as well get a nut out while I wait for big bro. I quickly pull my cock from my jeans and spit into my hand. I run it along my length while I watch Raven turn back and forth in the mirror in her room. I can see every inch of her curvaceous form. The way her tits hang just perfectly when she turns to the side. Giving me a view of her perky nipples with those pesky little barbells protruding through. The way they lift when she takes a deep breath.

I can feel myself getting closer to a release when suddenly she bends at the waist to grab something off the floor. That gorgeous warm cunt peers back at me from between her thighs. It’s swollen from the abuse last night, but it calls to me nonetheless. Begging me to fill it up again. With whatever, I please. The thought of putting my hand inside of her again. Watching her cunt swallow my fist has my body lurching forward until my hand slams against the side of the house.

My orgasm tears through me like a force. Hot ropes of cum shoot out of me, coating my hand. As soon as I’m through the release, I look up through my lashes and see Raven stepping out of her room, and take the chance to leave her a little message. Not sure if she’ll see it before turning in for the night, but it’s worth trying.

Better run.