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His words send chills dancing over my spine, electrifying my core. My pants turn uncomfortably wet as he slips in and out of my throat.

“I bet your pussy’s throbbing for attention.” I try to nod, gagging myself.

He pops from my mouth, then scoops me up onto the bed. His frenzied hands rip the flimsy leggings off me before I lay down. He dives in like a starving animal, sucking my swollen clit until I’m writhing under him, moaning his name.

Static crackles from my core, lighting up every nerve ending until I feel like I’m glowing as I ride out the orgasm.

His tip presses at my entrance before I’ve caught my breath, thrusting into me, filling me completely. “I’ll take out anyone that even thinks about touching you. No one will ever hurt you again. You have my heart,” he grits, slamming into me.

My heart shatters, taking him in, absorbing his essence into my soul. He’s the king, saving his queen from the tower she locked herself away in years ago.

Our breath mingles as we recover together. His heavy chest presses me into the mattress “We’re supposed to meet Hendrix and Dad in the bunker,” he pants, starting to catch his breath.

“I don’t wanna move,” I whine quietly, matching his labored breaths.

His hand swats the side of my ass. “This was just a starter. You’ll be bouncing on my cock later. Get dressed,” he orders, standing to fix himself.

“You’re such a bossy prick,” I groan, climbing from the bed.

“Says the sassy queen,” he chuckles, watching me stroll away to find new pants since he destroyed mine.

fifty-four

Poked- Not Sliced

Onyx: 2024

It’s the second you have to stop and ask yourself if reality’s a dream that you start to question your life choices.

A psycho sister hidden in an asylum. An estranged sperm sack turned Dad. The guy you’ve loved to hate since childhood, proving you wrong.

My life’s havoc… but could I exist any other way?

You thrive on havoc!

For the first time in a long time, all I want to do is sleep. The insanity clustering in my brain has finally fallen silent. Vex leads the way down the dimly lit steps, jolting my claustrophobia. He opens the heavy door, holding it for me. The bunkers are morespacious than I expected, giving the vibe of an open loft with a couple of rooms off to the side.

Hendrix and Vance sit at a large round table, each of them reading a file open in front of them. I glance around the space, searching for crazy eyes, only finding monitors revealing the grounds. What appears to be a kitchen area and a row of closed doors. There are also a couple of sofas tucked in a corner.

“About time,” Hendrix grumbles without bothering to look up.

Vex pulls out a chair for me. “We had some shit to work out,” he says, winking at me when I sit.

“No shit talk,” Hendrix warns sternly, closing the file. He looks at me for a second. “You okay?” he asks. “You look tired.”

Clearing my throat. “I’ll be fine. What are we reading?” I ask, deflecting his question, leaning forward to peek at the file name.

He and Vance exchange a glance as Vex sets a bottle of water in front of me. “Brock Brickman and Amethyst Whithe’s files from The Row,” Hendrix answers solemnly.

Vance glances at Vex, then at me. “You’re the first female to attend a Four meeting,” he advises.

My brows scrunch, looking around the table. “Um, shouldn’t there be four of you if it’s a meeting?”

Hendrix smiles. “Depends on the topic,” he answers lazily.

“Oh,” I answer, not even a clue as to what he means. “Someone going to share the topic?” I finally ask.

“For starters,” Hendrix says, locating a paper he hands to Vex. “Carney’s no longer paired with you. And she’ll no longer be living in River’s Edge,” he explains to Vex, and I feel a weight lift from my chest. “Second. Onyx, do you want to be paired with him?” he asks, tipping his chin at Vex.