Arranged love

TITAN

I’VE WATCHED GIRLS make out before. I’ve watched them go down on one another before. I used to have two or three girls in my bed at once. They liked playing with one another, but I’ve never seen anything sexier than this. My cock is hard in my slacks. And the way Bones is watching them, his is too.

The room is full of Emilee’s heavy breathing while Jasmine is on her knees before her.

Neither one of us stops them. Hell, my only thought is to join in. But I stay where I’m at. I’m not sure if they’re putting on a show for us or doing it for themselves. At this point, I don’t care.

Emilee’s breathing picks up, and then she’s crying out into the dark room. I want her to do it again, but this time because of me.

Jasmine stands to her feet, and Em sags against the table. Jasmine walks over to us and stops before Bones. She licks her wet lips. “Now kiss me.”

She doesn’t have to tell him twice. He grips her hair in his hands, yanks her head back, and places his lips on hers. Her arms go around his neck, and he lets go of her hair, grips her thighs, and lifts her off the floor. She wraps her legs around his waist just as he slams her back into a wall.

I go over to Emilee who still sags against the table. For once in my life, I’m not sure what to do. I know what I want, but she’s been mad at me. “Em …”

“Shut up, Titan.” She grabs my shirt and pulls me toward her. “And fuck me.”

I don’t waste a minute either. I’m hard. She’s got cum running down her inner thighs. And I want to hear her scream my name.

I shrug off my shirt while she undoes my pants. She pulls out my cock, and I clench my teeth as she begins to stroke it. I shove her hand away, grab it myself, and push inside her, not worrying about foreplay. We can come back to that later.

EMILEE

I feel like I’m back in college. That night that Haven and Luca watched Bones and me fuck in the game room. Then I watched Luca fuck Haven on the floor. But it’s a different scene now.

Titan is fucking me, but I have a perfect view of Bones and Jasmine over his shoulder.

He has her bent over a small table. Her hands are tied behind her back with his belt. His pants are down around his thighs, and he fucks her from behind. He’s bent over her back and has one hand wrapped around her throat while the other is fisted in her hair.

Bones always was a dominant. He never knew how to be soft. He took over you, controlled every inch of you, and any girl wanted that.

He fucks her relentlessly. The sound of their bodies slapping can be heard over Titan and me. She’s coming, but you can’t hear it because he’s cut off her air. Her face is red and slick with sweat. Her mouth is parted, and eyes closed.

Her body thrashes under his as she comes. He stops, pulls out, and yanks her to her feet by her hair. Spinning her around, she falls to her knees. Ripping off the condom, he grabs the base of his pierced dick and orders her to open her mouth. She does, like any other girl in that position, and he fucks her mouth.

Bones always hated wearing condoms, but he’d do it. That’s why he preferred to come in your mouth. Didn’t need a condom for that.

I see some things haven’t changed.

Titan grips my hair and yanks my head back to give him access to my neck. He bites down on my skin, and I close my eyes, whimpering. The goose bumps crawling over my body. “Titan,” is the only thing I can get out before I’m coming once again.

TITAN

“READY?” I ASK, looking over at Bones.

He nods, chambering a bullet in his 9 mil. “Let’s go.”

We exit my car, and I see Luca get out of his Bugatti La Voiture Noire with Nite. We left Grave and Cross back at Kingdom with the girls. As soon as we had walked out of The Palace, Bones’s phone started blowing up. Luca’s source had come through and found out who the guy was that broke into the York’s residence.

It turns out, the guy is a fucking dentist. Not what we were expecting.

“We’re going in through the back.” I tell Luca and Nite. “You guys take the front.”

“What if he’s not alone?” Luca asks, removing his gun from his slacks.

“No witnesses,” Bones says.

Everyone nods in agreement. We came to do a job. And we’re going to make sure it gets done.

Bones and I make our way around the back of the one-story brick building. It’s a little after midnight, but the informant assured us that he would be here. I guess the guy is going through a divorce and sleeping up at his office.

I shove my elbow into the glass, shattering it. Reaching in, I undo the lock and open the door. I enter first, followed by Bones. We make our way down the dark hallway with our guns raised and ready when we catch sight of Luca entering with Nite in the front.

I enter a room and see a couch facing a TV. Static plays on the screen. Seats wrap around the walls, indicating it’s the waiting area. Walking around it to the front, a man lies across it, holding a bottle of rum in his hand. The blanket barely hanging on.

I place my gun in my waistband and look up at Luca. “You got the bag?”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He nods and holds it up. “Just tell me where you want him.”

Bones and I grab the guy and gently begin to move him to the nearest room, careful not to wake him just yet. We lie him in a dentist chair. It doesn’t have armrests, so I pull his arms behind the chair and Nite duct tapes them together. He shifts a little but doesn’t wake.

I sit down at the head of the chair and press the button to lower the headrest so he’s lying flat while Bones wraps tape around his legs to secure them to the bottom half of the chair. This bastard isn’t going anywhere. He’s going to die here.

Luca is over at the mini sink to the right, filling a jug with water. Nite drops the duffel bag at my feet. I reach down and grab the washcloth out of it.

“Everybody ready?” I ask, thankful the guy had some alcohol before he passed out. Otherwise, he would have already woken up.

Everyone nods. I lean over the chair and slap the guy across the face.

“What …?” He opens his heavy eyes. “What’s going on?” He starts fighting the restraints. “Who the fuck are you?” His large eyes shoot to each one of us. “What the fuck …?” He fights it harder, making the chair rattle. “Let me go.”

“Who sent you to the York’s house?” I demand, getting to the point. I want to end this shit tonight.

“Fuck you!” he spits out.

“Wrong answer.” I throw the washcloth over his face, and Luca begins to pour the water over it. Waterboarding-old yet effective.

His body struggles in the chair, and Luca stops. I pull away the cloth.

“You …” Cough. “Son …” Another cough. “Bit…ch.” He spits out the last bit.

“We can do this all night,” I say. “Now, again, who sent you to the York residence?”

“HELP ME!” he screams, with his struggle.

“Again,” I tell Luca. And this time he places the cloth over the guy’s face and pours water on it. I count to six before I snap my fingers, and he stops. “I doubt you’ll last past ten seconds.”

Everything on him is covered in water. It’s even splashed on my shirt, and the bottom of my pant legs and shoes are wet.

“I say we just end it now,” Bones offers, pulling a knife out of his pocket and pressing it to his throat. Bones has always preferred the bloody side of things. I couldn’t care either way as long as it gets done.

“No! No!” the guy cries. “I don’t know. It was sent through a text.”

I arch a brow. “A text? To what phone?”

“On the floor. By the couch,” he rushes out.

Nite exits the room to go look for said phone.

“Please.” He begins to sob. “I didn’t hurt her.”

I grab his throat and squeeze it, taking his air away. “Yes, you fucking did,” I say through clenched teeth.

Just then, Nite enters and hands a phone to Luca. He goes through it and then looks at me. I don’t like the look in his eyes. “The only number he had contact with that night is a New York number.”

“New York?” Bones mimics my thoughts exactly. Who the hell do we know in New York?

At least we have a location. That’s all we need to know for now. “Thanks for the information.” I slap the guy on his wet chest, and water splashes from his soaked shirt. Reaching down into the duffel bag, I grab the other cloth that is in a Ziploc baggie. It’s been soaking for the past three hours.

I put gloves on, then open the baggie. Grabbing it, I wad it up and shove it into his mouth, ending his protests. “Bones.”

He takes the duct tape and wraps it around the guys mouth and the back of the chair, successfully taping his head to it so he can’t get free.

His body begins to convulse as he chokes on the contents of the rag. I smile. “Swallow it up. It’s been soaking in poison, it’s going to eat you from the inside out.”