Ravaged by Them (Descent Into Darkness 2) - Page 6

“She’ll be fine. It’ll be easier to carry her than drag her.” I grunted and shrugged.

Rourke started back up the embankment and I noticed something laying in the floorboard—a gun. I grabbed it and tucked it into the back of my shirt before following Rourke up the embankment to his car. We put Anabelle in the trunk and I shoved a needle in her arm—a little something I picked up from one of our contacts to make sure her nap lasted a lot longer than the one she got from the shot to the back of her head.

I mapped out the route to uncle’s cabin on my burner phone and pointed out the direction to Rourke. The cabin was outside of the city—far away from Prescott Manor—and a hell of a long way from the jail that we had been staying in while we awaited trial. The cabin wasn’t registered to my uncle, so there was no way anyone would know to look for us there. My uncle definitely wasn’t a fucking snitch and would have helped me bury Anabelle’s body if I asked.

A few hours later

“I think she’s waking up.” I looked down at Anabelle and titled my head to the side. “She looks so fucking harmless—hard to believe this little bitch was the one who put us behind bars.”

“Yeah.” Rourke exhaled sharply and pushed a cigarette between his lips. “Let’s see if we can talk some sense into her before we do anything drastic—please.”

Even after a year, Rourke still craved the bitch—she got into his soul—set up shop. That wasn’t going to stop me from taking what I wanted. I hadn’t felt a pussy on my dick since we got locked up and the only nut I’d been able to get was a quick one under the covers after the lights went out. That was a poor substitute for a good set of lips or a nice tight pussy like the one at my feet. There was no way I was going to be denied that pleasure, even if Rourke saw her as more than a piece of meat to be used. She was going to spread those legs, open that mouth, and feel every inch as it was driven inside her.

The little bitch begged—of course she did—like she had a right to ask us for anything after what she had done. I tore her dress—tore those thin little panties off her ass. I wanted to hurt her alright—I wanted to make her scream. That want was about to become reality if she didn’t stop squirming. I could smell her pussy—that sweet scent that I had been craving since the moment I was locked behind bars. It made me rock hard and I wasn’t going to wait to have what I craved. She owed us a debt—and I fully intended to collect. I unzipped my pants as I listened to her whimpers—stroking my cock to the sound of her sobs as they echoed in the cabin.

“Do you know what it’s like to be locked up in a cage.” I leaned forward and growled into her ear. “To have all of your pleasures stripped away?”

“No…” Her voice cracked.

“Of course you don’t—you live in your daddy’s castle—surrounded by everything your heart desires,” I growled again. “Well look around you, princess. This is no fucking castle.”

“Please…” Her chest heaved, and I heard a sob. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her chin into the wooden floor. “You’re fucking sorry!? Do you think a fucking apology is going to fix this?”

“No…” She sobbed again.

“You want to make it up to us, don’t you princess?” I released my grip on the back of her neck.

“Yes.” She nodded quickly

“Have you given your pussy to anyone else while we’ve been gone?” I grabbed her ass and squeezed.

“No.” She shook her head quickly.

“At least you have some sense in that fucking head of yours—who does your pussy belong to?” I growled and squeezed her ass harder.

“You…” She whimpered.

“Not just me, right princess?” I looked back at Rourke.

“No—it belongs to you both.” I heard a sniffle and another sob.

“And you’re going to give us what belongs to us, aren’t you?” I let my finger move closer—close enough to tell that she was already wet.

“Yes.” She started trying to lift her ass—to give me better access—to beg me to put out the fire that my rage had started to ignite.

Rourke might have loved the little ice princess, but he wasn’t the first one who claimed her. I was. Then I shared her with him—because Rourke and I shared everything. I never expected him to see her as anything more than a pretty girl with a wet cunt.

Adrian Prescott’s baby girl was off-limits. Nobody was allowed to touch her—but I didn’t give a fuck. I saw something I wanted the night she walked into the bar on the wrong side of town. A poor little rich girl looking to have some fun. We had fun alright—a whole lot of fun. I claimed her innocence, then I let Rourke have a turn—and she came back for more. We just didn’t know that there was ice behind that beautiful smile.

I shifted my weight so that I wasn’t holding her down—no longer keeping her from lifting her ass for what she wanted.

“Beg for my cock, princess—just like you used to.” I felt a tremble inside me when her pussy lips lifted enough to rub against the head of my dick.

“Please…” She whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

I forced my cock inside of her and listened to her moan as it went deep. Nice and tight—just like I remembered. I had a year’s worth of lust in my balls, so it wasn’t going to be a long fuck. I just needed to bust a quick nut—then Rourke could do the same. I started thrusting hard, barely lubricating my dick with her wetness before I was hammering myself inside of her with quick, powerful thrusts. She moaned—god, that was like music to my fucking ears after not hearing a woman enjoying my dick for a year. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build up in my balls—pressure that I couldn’t stop from erupting. I felt her pussy starting to spasm and knew she was about to come too.

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