Page 166 of Remorseless

“Texts,” Joplin said.

“And I talked to her before Johnnie found us.”

“Does Outlaw have your cell phones?”

They both nodded.

Then, Nyx would be found shortly.

Nodding, he grabbed Gail’s throat and dragged her closer, kissing her deep, twining his tongue with hers, tasting her blood and tears. “Undress,” he ordered, releasing Gail then digging in his pocket for the key to Joplin’s shackles. He freed her.

“Thank you, Diesel!” Standing on tiptoes, she threw her arms around his neck and sobbed. “Thank you!”

“Clothes off, sweetheart.”

Allowing them to follow his orders afforded him time to collect the items he needed: a stiletto, scissors, a nail elevator, and bone cutters. His black bespoke Crusader sword lay on the autopsy table. After all, that’s where he planned to use it.

Joplin and Gail stood side-by-side in nearly identical poses. One arm over their tits, the other covering their pussies. Head down, hair hanging and covering their wretched faces. Trembling with fear, cold, or both.

Pity those cunts hadn’t been so humble before. He liked fucking them.

Brushing past them, he set the tools on the floor near the chair Joplin had been sitting in, then lit a cigarette.

“Sit, Joplin. Spread your legs. Hold your pussy lips open. You know how your pink flesh turns me own.”

Leaning against a wall and enjoying his cigarette, Diesel waited until Joplin complied. Then, he nodded to Gail.

“Lick her pussy. Don’t stop no matter how much she begs.”

And she’d begin her begging soon. Joplin didn’t last long when her pussy was eaten.

By the time he finished his cigarette, Joplin was screaming in pleasure, pleading for a moment to catch her breath. Diesel closed the distance between him and the two women, dropped to his knees and pulled out his hard cock.

“Suck her clit, Gail, and put your ass in the air.”

Joplin shrieked; Diesel sank into Gail’s wet cunt and closed his eyes. Rebel’s face crept into his head. The punch she delivered. Her devastation, anger, and fierceness.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, opening his eyes and gripping Gail’s hips, pounding into her.

She lost herself in Diesel’s fucking and her mouth fell away from Joplin’s pussy. He didn’t want Gail to come yet, so he stopped his grinds.

Joplin’s opened legs revealed her flushed, glistening pussy. She fingered her clit, grinding her hips to an internal rhythm, her ass hanging off the chair.

“Diesel,” Gail whined. “I was so close, baby.”

“I know, love,” he said. He leaned over her, chinned some of her hair aside, and suckled her neck. “Trust me, baby.”

“I do!” she cried. “I do! I love you. Jop does, too.”

Diesel sniggered. “Thank you. That means the world to me.”

“I’m coming!” Joplin breathed, fingering her pussy faster. “C-come in…c-come with me.”

“Use your mouth on her again, Gail,” Diesel said.

Gail sucked Joplin’s clit between her teeth, then soothed her with fast tongue swipes, sending Joplin over the edge.

Lifting her head, Gail glanced over her shoulder at Diesel, a triumphant smile on her face.