Page 9 of Empire of Carnage
That wasn’t to say I was monogamous. I smiled remembering the last time Carolina had found another woman in my bed and the bloody mess I had to clean up. An idea flashed through my mind for a second—the image of Carolina and Celia in a battle royale to the death, in bikinis, bloody and violent.
Yup, that did it.
I cupped my hard-on and gave it a good squeeze, my bulge already in front of her face and primed for her.
“Make it as good as you make it for him, okay baby?” I encouraged her before pulling myself out of my pants.
Santos’ cursing and shouting was damn near killing the moment, and I found I could no longer ignore it.
“Hold on darling. Let’s set the mood.” I yanked my shirt off, shoving a wad of it into my cousin’s mouth so that his obscene yelling became muffled.
The scab on his face stretched apart, threatening to bleed again.
Celia trembled, most likely because all she’d had to eat this week were a few pieces of stale bread, and even that had been shoved down her throat by force. Stubborn puta would have probably killed herself out of spite to not let us do it on our own terms. She was Rafa’s daughter no doubt. Lina, not so much.
As if the coffee grounds were the same, but someone didn’t brew it quite right.
Now that I was here, standing in front of the real thing, it was easy to see why Rafael had put all his energy into his oldest daughter. She would have made a fierce fucking jefa. The girl had an abyss of hate burning deep into her soul, and just one look at her eyes was enough to force you to reckon with your own sins.
And she was on her knees for me.
Her eyes searched over to my cousin, an expression on her face that told me she was desperate for him to look at her. To see the sacrifice she was making.
And the stupid idiot was looking away.
“Mira,” I hissed at him, grabbing her jaw and shoving my dick in her mouth.
She gagged, closing her teeth around me and I pulled out, slapping her face with the back of my hand hard enough to knock her onto her side. She was so frail and pathetic; a couple hits would be enough to take her out. But what would be the fun in that? I stuffed myself into my pants again and pulled up the zipper.
I pulled the microblade out again and jammed my fist into Santos’ stomach two more times.
“NO! Stop,” she cried. I stomped over to her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her up to my eye level.
“Then quit fucking around, or I’ll killhimjust to prove a point to you, zorra.” I sent my fist into her stomach before dropping my hold on her hair.
She doubled over in pain, coughing and whimpering while Santos muffled protests through my shirt. I grabbed her chains and lifted her up onto the hook once again, keeping her dangling just above the ground. I walked over to the table of tools and picked up the pliers.
“Abre la boca pendejo.” I forced open his mouth, pulling the fabric out before shoving the dirty tool into his mouth and clamping it over one of his back molars. “Hold still and it’ll hurt less.” Celia thrashed and screamed, calling me an animal, getting my cock hard once again.
Santos stood still like a good boy, exhaling heavily through his nostrils and moaning in despair as I yanked the tooth out with nothing but brute force. It came free with a sharp tug, and I threw the bloody thing at the cártel princess’ feet before shoving my shirt back inside my primo’s mouth to clot the bleeding.
“Let’s try this again. For every tooth I feel, there will be a tooth I pull. Got it?” I dropped the rusty pliers onto the ground before lifting her off the hook and letting her fall to the ground again.
A V formed heavily between her brows. “With finesse, okay? I don’t want some high school blowjob bullshit, show some enthusiasm.” She looked up at me with disdain. “Well?” I asked, drawing a smirk. “Pull me back out.” I crossed my arms over my chest, satisfied with myself while waiting for her to comply.
I could practically see the steam rolling out of her nostrils. I bet she was biting her tongue so hard right now to keep herself from spitting venom at me. I let out another provocative chuckle, pushing them both over the edge. She knew any wrong move would just be a punishment for him instead.
This was the best form of torture.
“NowCelia,” I harshened my tone. “Show my primo how little it takes for you to get on your knees for another man.” She got into position, a disgusted look on her face like she was determined to sour my mood. “I would have taken C minus work before corazón, but you wanted to act like a brat. Now I expect a B plus at the minimum.”
Santos was still breathing loudly through his pain, but I’d be able to tune it out once she started choking on my cock. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her closer, her fingers shook as she unbuckled my jeans.
“No need to be nervous little Flores, it’s just like any other cock. Except bigger.” I laughed, grabbing it at the base and helping it find its way into her mouth.
“That’s it, nice and big. Wrap those teeth up good for me. Show Santos what he’s missing out on.” But my primo was still looking away, refusing to acknowledge that I could so easily take anything he cared about and ruin it for him forever.
He’d learn soon. As much as Lina hated her sister, this wasn’t about her. This was about teaching Santos a lesson. And I’d teach it over and over again until it stuck in his mind. It wasn’t the worst blow job I’d ever gotten, but I was having to work twice as hard to get myself off with her lack of enthusiasm.
