Page 16 of Blade

I lean back in the booth, raise my thumb, and rub it along my lip, instantly intrigued by this woman.

I was supposed to return, ransack the place, and set it alight tonight. I was supposed to get revenge for the Furies causing shit, but I think my plan has changed, at least for tonight anyway. I want that waitress. I want her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist while I fuck her hard, making her moan my name.

“Brothers, change of plan for tonight,” I say as I keep my eyes on the gap in the hallway.

I feel the brothers look my way before they pay attention to where I’m looking, just in time for the waitress that I can see riding my dick while I suck those generous tits walk back into the room, still refusing to look my way.

Venom, Viper, and Psycho chuckle, and I mutter, “We’ll carry the plan out in few days because tonight, I’m getting my dick wet.”

Never have I put club business second to pussy, but this certain caramel-haired woman has intrigued me, and I don’t know if that is a good or a bad thing for her.

Michelle puts our drinks on the table, and I pick my coffee up, taking a sip, pleasantly surprised by how good it tastes while eyeing the other waitress, visions of her and I filling my head, making my dick hard, and I smirk.

I’ve never had to chase pussy before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything because I want this woman, even if just for tonight.

Chapter 6

Luna

Bile rises as Brock thrusts deep into my mouth, his member hitting the back of my throat and making me gag as I try and twist my head to dislodge him. He chuckles, his hand fisted in my hair tightening as his thrusts get quicker, his dick hitting the back of my throat hard going too deep.

There is nothing I can do to stop him, to prevent this, and I can feel my light dimming.

He caught me off guard.

Everyone had gone home, including Conner, leaving me with the clean-up. Michelle had sauntered off with three of the brothers that came in halfway through her shift, and knowing this, Conner still decided to leave everything for me to deal with. I knew how vulnerable I was. I just knew it, but the trash doesn’ttake itself out, so, with my pepper spray in hand and my knife in my pocket, I brought the trash out after mopping.

He came out of nowhere. One minute, I’m shoving the trash in the garbage bin, and the next, my head is being smacked against the concrete wall, making me dizzy, and the pepper spray is dropped to the floor, and before I could get my bearings, his hands were suddenly forcing my mouth open.

He shoved an open-mouth gag inside, giving me unbearable pain. I tried to fight him, throwing my hands behind me to scratch his hands, trying to remove the gag, but all that did was anger him more. He smacked my head against the concrete for the second time, causing blackness to take hold, but blinking, I knew I couldn’t give up, and when my fight wasn’t enough, I tried to grab the knife from my pocket, ready to end him, but he grabbed my arms and pulled them back before he tied my hands together.

As soon as I was at his mercy, he spun me around and the gleam he had in his eyes, an evil one that showed a promising punishment was awaiting me that sent chills down my spine before he shoved me down on my knees knowing he could do anything he wanted to me.

There’re no cameras out here giving him the perfect opportunity and no one was around so he wasn’t in a rush like he usually was back at the club.

“Fuck yes, I love your mouth, treasure,” Brock moans, tightening his hold on my hair, and I swear I feel some being torn from my scalp.

Bile, yet again rises when he hits the back of my throat and I can’t stop it from coming out even if I wanted to. I gag, and vomit fills my mouth, but instead of pulling back, he groans and comes into my mouth, forcing me to choke on my vomit and his seed, and my chest burns as I fight to try and dislodge him.

He presses deep in me, not caring that I can’t breathe, the fluid choking me as he moans, tightening his fist in my hair before pulling my head back, and I quickly lean forward, widening my mouth despite the pain just a little more causing the gag to fall out. I vomit again, this time on his boots, my stomach tightening with each retch, and tears fall as the blinding pain in my jaw makes it difficult to keep it open to vomit.

“Fuck’s sake, Luna!” he growls as he grabs my hair and yanks my head back, making me cry out as I struggle to breathe. Burning hurts my throat, my stomach aching, my jaw now going numb, but he doesn’t care as he sneers, “I have fucking warned you about throwing up!” he leans down as he brings his fist up. I instantly flinch and squeeze my eyes shut, expecting impact, but his phone goes off, and he curses, letting go of my hair as he throws me onto the floor.

I land with a thump, my hands still tied behind my back, and I gasp at the pain shooting through my shoulder.

“Yeah?” Brock answers as I try to blink away the tears and slowly move my hands to loosen the rope. “What do you mean our guns are fucking gone? How does over four hundred Glocks and handguns fucking disappear?” he snaps with outrage, and without a word to me, I watch with blurry eyes as he rushes over to the car that he uses without the club's knowledge.

Can’t get caught raping the president’s sister if he’s in an unmarked car, right?

Without looking back, Brock drives away from the diner, and my tears fall.

“I hate my life,” I choke as I try to remove the rope.

My wrists begin to sting, but I ignore the sensation and manage to get one hand free and bring my hands around, and I sob, gently rubbing over the marks. A rancid taste makes me want to vomit, but I try and swallow it despite the burning sensation and stumble to stand.

I need to go back indoors, I need to wash my mouth, preferably with bleach….

Taking deep breaths, I ignore my image in the mirror like I always do and quickly wash my mouth, trying not to sob.

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