Page 62 of Trick or Treat
"And what the fuck are you going there for, if you already know she's good?" He snarls, licking the leaf of the blunt wrap.
"Because, I haven't checked on her for a few days, Saint. That's why," he fires back, snatching his keyring off the hook.
"Hurry the fuck up. We're gonna start Scarlett's training soon."
"And what do you have in mind for her?" I ask curiously, handing him a pretty purple nugget with a delicious aroma that wafts right up my nose the second I pull it from the bag.
"We're gonna prowl the parkand she's gonna pick her victim. I wanna see her kill a mother fucker, and then we're gonna fuck her," he says nonchalantly, grinding up the weed without casting a single glance my way.
This is why we try not to make plans because every fucking plan we make goes right down the fucking drain. Being spontaneous is where it's at apparently.
Without saying anything else, Riley leaves the Mausoleum, slamming the old, concrete door behind him, grabbing the attention of Nixon. As he walks out of the room, he gives Saint and I an intriguing look, scratching the stubble on his chin as he walks out in his underwear, his cock already hard and sticking straight up. Saint's eyes follow it, finally looking up from his neatly rolled blunt to lick his lips as he sits down.
"Like what you see, Saint?" Nixon asks, smirking at both of us, grabbing the massive bulge in his lap that's taunting us.
"Always," Saint says, flicking the zippo, igniting the flame that he puts to the end of the blunt. "Matter of fact, why don't you get over here so I can have a little taste?" He licks his lips before sticking the blunt between them, taking a decent rip that makes him cough almost immediately.
Nixon looks at me intriguingly, and all I do is shrug.Ever since I told Saint about Nixon giving me head, he hasn't stopped talking about it. He's acting almost jealous for some fucking reason.
"What, you wanna suck my cock, Saint?" Nixon grumbles, walking over and sitting down beside him, snatching the blunt right out from his mouth.
"Why not? Isn't that what we all do… together?" He grins, flicking his gaze between me and Nixon, jealousy rearing its ugly head once more.
"Well, I have a better idea." Now Nixon looks at me, then at Saint, a devious look taking over his features as he casts a subtle glance toward the room Scarlet's in.
"Oh, I'd love to fucking hear it," Saint says, rubbing his hands together anxiously.
"Yeah, so would I," I agree, my cock already growinghard in anticipation.
"Well…" Nixon begins, puffing generously hard on the blunt before passing it to me. "How about we run a train. We haven't done that in a while." He wiggles his brows, eagerly awaiting our replies.
Saint and I share a look, not even having to think about it before blurring out our answers.
"Let's fucking go." Saint stands first, taking quick strides towards the room.
"Hold up, who's gonna be where?" Standing, I ask, already shedding my shirt, working on my pants next.
"I figured since Saint wantsmeso fucking bad, I'll take him, while you take Scarlett, and Saint takes you." I grin, knowing I'll get to have my sinner again, which is exactly what I fucking want anyway.
"Works for me," Saint agrees, rushing toward the room before Nixon or I can beat him to it.
Scarlett
Finally allowing my eyes to close, just as I begin drifting off to sleep from the meds Nixon gave me, I'm startled awake from the sound of numerous loud voices entering the room. As my tired eyes fling open, I'm met by three sets of hungry, dark eyes staring down at me as they sweep over my partially clothed body, my hands cuffed to the metal headboard... again.
It's like they don't trust me orsomething… but where the hell am I going to run to especially with this tomb heavily guarded by them and the security cameras everywhere around this place?
"Rise and shine, brat," Nixon says, taking it upon himself to remove my bra and underwear they were nice enough to let me wear to sleep last night. He uncuffs me from the headboard and kisses my bloody, bruised wrists with sweet, sensual kisses, a side I don't see much from him.
"What's going on now?" I ask, even though half the time my questions don't get answered.
Noticing that Riley is missing, I breathe a small sigh of relief that I keep to myself, knowing whatever they have planned for me, hopefully won't be as bad. Blade, Saint, and Nixon, all hastily undress, and my heart sinks immediately, knowing they're about to annihilate me once again. Still sore from the countless other times they've fucked me ruthlessly, my body begins to tremble as I imagine what sinister game they have in store for me now.
"What's going on is we're about to have a little fun… all of us," Nixon says, apparently talking for all three of them since neither Blade or Saint have yet to speak.
But they have no problem staring at me like I'm a piece of fucking meat they're about to devour. All three of them start stroking their cocks to the sight of my naked body, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on watching them. Trying to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache and stop the wetness from dripping down the inside of them, but the look on their faces has me freezing in fear.
"What the fuck are you doing, trouble?" Saint asks, taking another step toward the bed. "Open your fucking legs so we can see that pretty pussy, will ya?"