Page 19 of Sons of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #1)

nineteen

Ali

“ W ill you stop moving?! I’m trying not to damage any more of you.” I slowly dig the tip of my blade in a little more as Riot lets out another pathetic whine.

“Fuck, woman. You try getting shot, then have someone who is already mad at you try digging out the fucking bullet. If I didn’t know better, I would say you are enjoying this,” Riot teases.

I smirk and shrug my shoulders as I dig a bit deeper. “You’re the idiot who got shot. Now stop being a baby, and you’ll get a lollipop or something after.” I joke, but from the corner of my eyes I see Riot’s cock twitch .

“How about a blowjob? That will make me feel a whole lot better.” I pause my movements and peek up at the bloody maniac.

The asshole is grinning ear to ear with a twinkle in his gray eyes.

“I did kill more than you. I think that should be my prize. We never did discuss the terms.” I continue to stare at him.

I’m still running on a bit of a high, and if the tingling between my thighs is anything to go by, I’m beyond turned on.

I really should talk to a therapist or something because I don’t think murder should be such an aphrodisiac, but here we are. Plus, therapists are way too expensive. I’ll take my chances, I guess.

“If you can keep quiet while I remove the bullet, then you can have a blowjob, even though you cheated. That last guy was mine, but you just had to go and shoot him.” The asshole starts to nod his head with a grin.

“But if you make a single sound, you get nothing, and I’ll find one of the others to play with.

” His eyes widen before glaring in challenge. “Deal?” I ask.

“Deal, but after my blowjob, I want to taste you.” I shrug, not believing he will stay quiet anyway, and if he does, I suppose I still get something in return.

It’s a win-win for me. He stays quiet, and I get a release after giving him a treat. He makes noise, and I’ll have two other dicks to use as I please. I’ll even let Riot watch. I doubt they will complain, plus if I’m going to die here, I would rather die in pure sexual bliss.

“Perfect. Now hold still.” I say and dig the blade in.

I expect him to hiss in pain or something because I’m really not being gentle, but there is no way I can be with the bullet so deep in his thigh.

At least it’s the same thigh I stabbed. When I finally feel the bullet, I almost sag in relief.

“Almost got it.” My eyes glance up to Riot’s, only to see that he is already staring at me. Are those hearts in his eyes?

With a small flick of the blade, the bullet pops out. “Got it.” I tell him, grinning like a madwoman. I can now add bullet removal to my list of random skills I’ve learned in my life.

“Finally.” My head snaps to Riot, but then he’s there, slamming his lips down on mine.

The kiss is fierce and consuming, and I don’t know what comes over me, but I’m suddenly starving as I jerk my head away; my hands reach out, grabbing the waistband of Riot’s sweats and tugging them down.

His cock springs free, thick, veiny, and already leaking for me.

The glint of his metal piercing at the tip shines at me as I swoop down and lick up the bead of pre-cum.

His taste explodes in my mouth, turning me from starving to ravenous.

“Oh, fuck.” Is a low curse above me as I grip Riot’s length and shift so that I’m positioned between his legs, then I get to work.

I lick, swirl my tongue, and suck as I go to town like Riot’s dick is my personal lollipop.

I can taste the copper of his blood that covered my hands and hints of the manly musk that is Riot as I get a new kind of high.

It’s like everything fades as the cool metal attached to the tip of his impressive cock hits the back of my throat, making me moan around him.

I hear some shuffling behind me, but I’m so lost in this feeling that I pay it no mind.

Plus, if we were in danger, I’m sure Riot would tell me.

Riot’s groan of pleasure fuels me as I continue to bob up and down, hollowing my cheeks and relaxing my throat muscles to take him deeper.

Then I feel the telltale sign of a man getting close.

His muscles tense beneath me as I keep my speed, up and down, up and down.

Reaching up, I grip his balls in a light caress before slowly applying more pressure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, God damn, wife. Fuckkkkk….” Thick, hot liquid hits the back of my throat, making me swallow.

I breathe through my nose so I don’t gag as he comes and comes and comes.

Fuck. If getting pregnant by BJ was possible, I would be prego tenfold.

Once he is finally done, he slumps back, and I pull back, releasing him with a pop before licking my lips clean .

“Holy fuck, me next.” My head snaps around to find Arsen and Cash standing there with another body’s head pressed into the ground. I grin when I notice very obvious hard-ons straining against their pants.

Shrugging a shoulder, I stand. “I lost a bet, and I might have felt slightly bad that I had to dig out a bullet from this one’s leg. Same leg I may or may not have stabbed earlier.” I wipe the corner of my mouth and watch as both men follow the motion.

Cash shakes himself out of what our little stare-off is first. “I see you guys ran into the same surprise as us. Luckily, we left one alive to question. Let’s grab what we can and head back.

This one chose the hard way and doesn’t want to answer our questions.

” He grabs the guy he was holding down with his boot up by the hair.

The man, dressed just like the assholes we took down, glares at us.

Turning, I start searching the men, finding a radio, a few more little knives, more magazines for the few guns they had, and a backpack full of food and drink.

Jackpot. Dumping everything back in my bag, I stand and wait for Riot to limp over.

At least he wrapped material around his wound to stop the bleeding.

“Ready?” Cash asks, and I nod .

It hits me then that I’m suddenly comfortable around these three.

Maybe I hit my head, or maybe fighting side by side with my supposed psycho husband made us bond.

Either way, I might be more comfortable around them now, but I can’t fully trust them.

The first chance I get, I’m out. I’d rather play hide and seek with them than be a caged cat waiting for the dogs to attack.

“Let’s go.” I say, taking the first step back to our hidey hole.

I t doesn’t take long to get back. Arsen gets to making a fire in the small metal fire pit while I start pulling out all the supplies we collected today. Riot and Cash take our new friend to the corner and set him down.

“So, this is your last chance to choose the easy way.” Cash says casually, crossing his arms over his chest. I noticed earlier that while he and Arsen went out together, it’s only Arsen who is covered in blood that is now slowly flaking off.

Well, we are all in luck; one of the assholes had a pack of baby wipes in his bag, but I call first dibs. Finders keepers and all that.

“I’m not telling you shit.” The guy growls out, flinging spit everywhere. Riot surges forward and punches the guy in the face, his head snapping to the side, and he yelps in pain.

“Are you sure?” He taunts.

“F-fuck you.” He mumbles out, blood dribbling from his lip. Ouch.

This is getting boring, and that fight wiped me out. I just want to eat and take a damn nap, which I doubt I’ll be able to do if this fuck doesn’t start talking. I let out a deep, tired sigh, making the guys turn towards me.

“Why don’t we just ask nicely?” I say, getting up and feeling all the minor aches I have in my body.

Ugh, I need a nice, hot, long bath. All the guys look at me like I’m the crazy one.

Ugh, men. I roll my eyes as I move over to the kid.

He looks young and nothing like some of the guys we had to go up against.

“Hi, what’s your name?” The kid glares at me. “Look, I’m trying to help you out here.” I try next.

“Kevin.” He grinds out.

“Good, Kevin. I’m going to be frank with you.

I doubt you want to be here any more than us.

Right?” He keeps his mouth shut. I blow out a breath and decide I’ll just have to be crazy like the rest of them.

Faster than he can track, I pull out one of the switchblades I found and point the tip to his crotch.

“Look, I’ve had a long-ass week. I was kidnapped, thrown into these sick games, forced to wear underwear while fighting for my life, and then found out that I have three psychopaths obsessed with me.

One of whom apparently married me without my knowledge.

I’ve been attacked by a crazy clown, dead presidents, and now I’m stuck with these guys.

So you’re going to tell me what we want to know, or I’m going to cut off your dick, cook it over the fire, then shove it down your fucking throat.

If you survive that, I’ll feed you your balls next, so on and so forth, until you either tell us or you die.

Doesn’t matter to me.” The man swallows as the men behind me groan.

“Fuck, wife. I love it when you threaten people.” I roll my eyes and jab my knife closer to Kevin’s junk.

“What will it be, Kevin?” I ask, my voice all sugary sweet and clearly fake.

“I-if I tell you what I know, you’ll let me live?” I glance over my shoulder to see the guys response to the question. They give nothing away.

Still looking at the guys, I tell Kevin the truth.

“I will let you live.” I toss a wink in Riot’s direction when his lips tip up in a grin.

It’s still weird seeing them without a mask on when everyone I’ve come across the last two days has been wearing them.

Turning back to Kevin, I give him a small smile.

“If you tell us, I’ll let you go.” I tell him.

“Okay.” Kevin takes a deep breath. “Your fathers hired us. I don’t know the entire story since I wasn’t the one they contacted, but some of the guys talked.

” He glances behind me at the guys. “We were told you three were our targets. We could take out anyone else, but you three were the main objective. That’s all I know. ”

“How many of you are there?” Cash asks, crossing his arms over his chest again. His hoodie is unzipped and gives me the perfect view of his lickable abs. NOT NOW, ALI.

“Just the two teams to hunt you three, but there was a small team sent in to leave charges.” Kevin adds, eyes flicking down to the blade still held at his fabric covered dick.

“Charges?” I ask.

“Explosive. If we couldn’t take you out with the teams, they had a backup plan to blow the place up.” He explains, beads of sweat have started to form on his forehead.

“Where?” Arsen asks. Is it wrong that I find him covered in someone else’s blood attractive? Yes, probably .

“I-I don’t know. It was a separate team. We were to keep you busy so they could place them. My guess is everywhere. It seemed like they wanted you taken out no matter what and paid big money to make it happen.” He hurries to say.

“Anything else we need to know?” I ask because honestly this guy seems like bottom level hired gun material. I’m surprised he knew what he did.

“That’s all, I swear.” I nod, glancing over my shoulder again with a raised brow in question. Cash nods in answer.

I pull back the blade, and Kevin lets out a relieved exhale. “Thank you, Kevin.” I say sincerely, reach around and cut the rope tying his hands behind his back. Slowly, he brings them forward and rubs at his reddened wrists.

“I’m free to go now?” He asks, and I nod, motioning to the door. He stands, eyeing the guys with suspicion. “T-thank you.” He says, shuffling to the side.

“Oh, Kevin,” I call out, stopping him halfway to the door.

His head snaps in my direction. “I said I would let you live.” His mouth turns down in a frown, showing his confusion, but it’s too late as Riot rushes forward, quickly wrapping his chain around Kevin’s neck and tightens it.

Kevin struggles, clawing at the chain, but it’s no use.

Within minutes, Kevin stops struggling before Riot lets his body drop to the floor.

The room goes quiet except for the crackling of the fire.

As the silence builds, it gets more awkward.

Moving to the bag that I was unpacking, I pull out a bag of mixed nuts and take a seat against the wall.

Seeing that the guys are all somewhere lost in their thoughts, I clear my throat to get their attention.

Time to figure out how the hell we plan to get out of this land mine now.

“So, you guys have daddy issues too?”