Page 72 of Making the King

“What do you think, Rose? Should he keep his dick?”

Rose is shaking her head before Cara even finishes.

“Oh well,” she turns back to the two men. “Karma’s a bitch.”

Even as he tries to struggle away, with nowhere to go, Cara wraps her gloved hand around his dick and repeats the process. He too passes out before it’s even done, and this time she simply drops his dick to the floor before dicing it up.

Obviously a little squeamish at seeing a dick diced, Stretch sits down looking rather fucking green, but he doesn’t stop watching Cara’s punishment. None of us can stop watching. It’s a sight to behold.

“How m-much?” the pompous guy stammers. “H-how much to p-put an end to t-this? I can h-have the m-money to you within m-minutes.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Cara pouts dramatically. “There isn’t enough money in existence to end your suffering. Not after the crimes you have committed against children.” She punches him in the face then, surprising all of us, before she sets to work on his flaccid dick.

“You’re a fool,” she sneers as she saws the blade through his flesh. “People like you think you won’t get caught. And maybe the cops won’t get you, which would be a mercy, wouldn’t it?” She tilts her head, sneering in his face as he pants and screams. “But what sick fuckers like you don’t consider, is people like me. Like us.” She gestures her head backward toward us, finally sawing through the last bit of skin. The pompous prick nearly topples backward as blood pisses out everywhere from where his dick once hung. “Because one way or another,” she slaps him across the face with his own dick, “I’m gonna get ya.”

And fuck me, as she rains down her wrath, carving them up until each man no longer breaths, I swear I hear the song in my head.

One way or another.

I’ve never been fucking prouder.

Turning to me with wide excited eyes, I can see Cara’s desire thrumming through her veins.

Fuck. She’s beautiful. Stunning. And she needs to fuck bad.

“Shower.” I insist, pointing to the door off to the side where a small bathroom is attached.

“But—”

“No buts.” I shake my head, hardening my gaze as I stare at her so she understands that right now, I am still in fucking charge. “Shower. Dump your clothes on the floor in the middle of this room while we prepare the boat for a good old fashion cremation ceremony.”

“But I have nothing else to put on.” She frowns, and I grin.

“All you need is a towel, hermosa. And let me fucking tell you, it won’t be on for long.”

Her nostrils flare, and her breathing increases as we stare each other down.

She wants to fuck right now. I can see it in her eyes. I can feel the fucking want radiating off her body, even from the six feet between us.

I wonder if she’d actually do it, if I allowed it. Fuck me in front of my men. Take what she needs despite all the eyes on us.

I have a feeling the answer is yes.

“Go on. We don’t have long.” I insist, and she nods, handing me her phone before brushing past me and closing herself in the small room.

The floor inside the bathroom doesn’t have tiles, so I know she’ll be alright, and I turn my attention to what needs to be done now.

Turning to Rose, I offer her a pitying look, hoping she knows she is safe with us.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” I ask. “Back to your mom?”

She shakes her head. “N-no. A-after they beat her u-up, she kinda went nuts trying to find m-me, and the last I heard she got arrested for trying to kill a police officer who she thought was in the Reapers’ pocket.”

Nodding, the story sounds familiar. Not about the Reapers, but I did catch the news a couple of weeks back where a crazy woman had been arrested for assaulting a police officer.

“Well, Rose. I know we don’t seem like the most well-behaved citizens, but we have some girls that work for us at Dirty Diamonds. I’m sure they can take you under their wings and look after you. Unless you’d rather me take you to the police station?”

She shakes her head frantically. “No please, no police. Not after my mom…”

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