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Peck grips my hips as I tighten around him, bouncing on his length as he shoves my head further down Daze's cock. They both find their rhythm filling my holes as I take everything they give me. My body shivers with every moan and growl that leaves their mouths making me want to cum already. I love the sounds coming from them both, there’s nothing hotter than a man who isn’t ashamed to make a little noise.

Suddenly, I feel a pair of fingers start rubbing my clit and I know Hunter has returned. I was so focused on the feeling of being filled, that I didn’t notice him returning. Fuckkkk this feels so good. It’s almost too much.

My orgasm rips through me, hard, so hard I see stars. Peck finishes at the same time Daze comes in my mouth, I swallow it down like a good girl and glance over to see Hunter licking his fingers, “Tasty,” he says smacking his lips together.

“You’re perfect for me, all of you,” I say and climb back into the passenger seat to pull on my pants “Tom?”

Hunter jerks his head toward the trunk, “Tied up, though I let him watch for a few seconds.” Glad I could give the douchebag a show before he meets my crazy.

We drive to another warehouse the guys obtained, again not sure how and I don’t ask questions. Hunter parks inside thebuilding, hauls the asshole out of the trunk just as Peck brings out a chair, “Did you like the show Uncle Tom?”

He stares at me, “Cala?”

I twirl for him, “In the flesh and now clothed. Did you like the show?”

He blinks, “I mean…”

Hunter punches him in the face, spit flying everywhere or that might be blood since a tooth lands at my feet.

“Oh Uncle Tom, do you remember what you did to me?”

He shakes his head, “Fuck that hurt, what the fuck is this?”

Peck punches his stomach this time as I ask again, “Do you remember what you did to me?”

He stares at me, “I…I…Cala, listen, that was years ago. I apologized for that.” Daze stabs his leg and he screams out.

“I don’t care if it was years ago, you don’t get to hurt us. But based on how your life is going, you don’t really know how to touch a woman properly anyway.” God, I wish I wore a skirt. Oh well, he’s going to get a show.

Hunter drops to his knees and slides his hands into my waistband, pulling my pants down my legs and then helping me step out of them. I pull my shirt over my head and I can see Tom watching every moment, even though he’s bleeding from his stab wound.

“Watch and learn.” Hunter says as a grin splits his face.

Hunter slides my panties down and pushes two fingers into my soaked pussy, thrusting in and out. Peck stands beside me so I have something to lean on. Turning my head I kiss him while Hunter picks up the pace, “Make me come, baby.”

He smirks at me, “Gladly.”

He leans in and sucks on my clit and I scream through the orgasm, nearly suffocating him with my pussy as I hold his head. He taps my hands as I come down and I let him up. He just grinsand we turn to Tom who is visibly turned on. Another pervert. Another one bites the dust.

“That’s how you touch a woman, what you did was fucking degrading, disprespectful. Again, we don’t like being hurt.”

Daze brings the knife down on his other leg and Tom screams, “Cala, I said I was sorry. Maybe…”

Hunter punches him, “You don’t get to touch her.”Awww, he’s so sweet.

“Oh Uncle Tom, you don’t get it. This isn’t just about what you did to me. This is about making my dad cry, unlucky for you.”

Tom’s head jerks up as Daze hands me my torch, lighting it up, “Ashes to ashes we all fall down.”

I light Tom up, listening to him scream all the while laughing. He deserved it, no one besides my dad will miss him. When he stops screaming, the guys carve up what’s left of him, dumping him out into the river outside the back door of the warehouse.

“Can’t wait to see the headlines tomorrow,” I giggle as Peck helps me dress and they take me back to the prison Cala resides in.We’re almost there, Cala.

Chapter 8

Cala - What’s real?

I wake up to my alarm and lean over to turn it off, shuffling back when I see a mask on my bedside table. Where did that come from? It wasn’t there last night.