Page 60 of Trick or Treat
"I don't fucking know, Saint. I think so," I admit, knowing I can trust him with anything.
"That isn't the plan, Blade. The plan is to kill her."
"I fucking know!" I scream and slam my palms against his chest, causing him to stumble backwards into a tombstone.
"Take it easy. We'll figure something out. We always do." He promises, but I can see the evil lurking in his eyes and can tell he's lying. He doesn't know what love is; he never fucking did. That's why he couldn't keep his fucking wife. To be fair, none of us had any idea what love was until Scarlett showed up.
Scarlett
"Put this on and make yourselfpretty for me, baby." Riley rises from the bed and throws me an outfit.
He comes to a stop in the doorway and turns to face me, flashing me a sexy grin that makes my stomach turn as I think back to the things he did to me.
"Where are we going? Are you going to tell me yet?"
"No. Just out, now fuck off with the questions," he tells me as he storms out of the room, leaving me alone. "Oh, and take those pills too. I'll be able to tell if you did or not," he yells from the other room.
My gaze is drawn to two white pills on the small table, and I cringe as I wonder what they are. In an attempt to devise a strategy, I take one and hide the other, keeping it for later until I can figure out what to do with it. Pulling on the clothes he gave me, I notice it is one of my outfits, and I breathe a sigh of relief that I am not wearing the clothes of a murdered girl. I apply a light layer of makeup, trying to pretty myself up for him like I was told, wanting to remain on their good side for as long as I can so they don't kill me sooner.Anything to survive...
Once I'm ready and I go to walk out of the room, I'm met by Blade and Saint at the door, blocking my way out. As I look deeply into their eyes, they are distant and torn; there is nothing but sadness inside them.
"You look fucking beautiful, sinner," Blade says as he reaches out and grabs my hip.
"Thank you, Blade," I tell him, smiling back.
He leans in for a sweet kiss like I have never had before, and I find myself kissing him back and enjoying it.What is wrong with me?
Saint is obsessively watching, but after what they have done to me, I am not afraid of an audience. Riley's voice interrupts my enjoyment of Blade, causing us both to groan and shiver against each other's bodies.
"Let's fucking go," Riley yells, pushing past the brothers and grabbing my wrist, dragging me out of the room.
Iavoid looking around the tomb, not wanting to see any more blood, bones, or tools for torture, afraid they'll be used on me next. Nixon has vanished, leaving me to wonder what he is up to. But I don't ask. I'm notthatstupid. I take one last look at Saint and Blade before Riley viciously drags me the rest of the way out, the cold air stinging my skin from the wounds covering it.
He shoves me into the front seat and slams the door as he walks around to get in the driver's seat, not saying anything as he drives away from the dark, eerie cemetery that I will never look at the same way again. The entire ride, he has his knife out, resting on my thigh, as to serve as a reminder of who's in control and that if I make any sudden moves, he'll use it on me… and I know he won't hesitate to either.
Riley
Pulling up to the bar, I park and turn off the car, eagerly turning to Scarlett. I admire her tonight, smirking, knowing how she really looks underneath her outfit. I push my hand between her thighs, rubbing her covered pussy grinning when she leans into my touch, a moan slipping from her throat. Grabbing her throat, I pull her toward me and claim her lips, forcing my tongue into her mouth, tasting the bitterness of the pill on her tongue.Good, she took them.Pulling her onto my lap, I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, yanking her hand down so she can stroke it for me.
"Baby, get me hard. I'm gonna fuck you before we go inside." Her tiny, soft hand wraps around my cock, gripping me at the base.
I lift her skirt and use my knife to sever her panties, tossing them into the backseat. Pressing on her clit painfully with the point of my knife, she sucks in a deep breath and spasms in my arms, rubbing frantically against my cock. The knife isn’t even phasing her. I press on it and rub fast, watching her eyes roll back. I spread her wetness around, lubricating her cunt so my cock can slide right in. She arches her back against the steering wheel, her lips parted, her eyes fluttering with desire. I fuck her with my fingers deep inside her pussy, not caring if I hurt her, only caring about how her pleasure makes me feel. As she strokes my cock, I jerk my hips, aiming for her pussy as a hint.
"Come on, fucking sit on it."
"Here?" Shock fills her lustful eyes as she slowly lifts her ass off my lap.
"Yeah, here. Now put my cock in that tight little pussy, Scarlett, and fucking ride me."
She obeys, afraid of me for what I did to her last time. She brings my cock to her cunt and presses the head against her opening, sinking on it slowly—too slowly for me. I slam her down on my cock while holding her hips, ripping her poor little pussy even more and making her scream inside my car. I frantically rock her against me, thrusting my hips so my cock prods deep inside her warm cunt, causing her to chase the sensation as she rides me fast and hard.
I grab my knife from the seat beside me and insert the blade into her mouth while holding onto the handle. Her eyes widen, and she stops riding me, earning her a hard slap on the ass.
"I didn't fucking tell you to stop, so keep riding my fucking cock." She continues, sitting up straight and slamming her ass down, taking me deep inside so she can feel it in her belly.
"Now, suck my fucking knife." Her eyes widen, but she obeys, sucking the blade of my knife slowly and carefully, putting on a perfect show for me.
She sucks it like she sucked my cock that night, being extra careful not to cut herself while riding me and enjoying the way my cock feels inside of her.The boys were right; her pussy is like fucking heaven.