Devil's Girl(34)

"Your guys haven't managed to kill any of them?" He paced the tiny, windowless bedroom and didn't reply, which was answer enough.

"Come to bed," I said. I splayed myself out on my side, leaning up on my elbow. Come and chat while you're vulnerable. Give me something I can use. The watch was tied tight in my hair - as long as I could keep him from tugging my ponytail apart, it was safely hidden.

"We've got to get you in the van," he said, though he began to unbutton his pants.

"Tell me how you'll kill them while I suck your cock," I said, my voice low and seductive. He approached the bed as he kicked his pants away, but I stopped him from climbing on. I took his soft member in my hand and stroked it, bringing it to life. "Tell me how you'll watch them die. Tell me." He hardened in my palm.

He chuckled. "I'm gonna have to watch from afar."

What's that supposed to mean? He groaned as I slid his manhood between my lips. It twitched and swelled as I slid my tongue up and down his shaft.

I tensed when he placed his hand on my head.

"I called in a specialist. The Devils, the Eagles, they're all too soft. This guy, he's a lone agent. He doesn't need any fucking club. He's the real deal."

I let him slip from my mouth. "Sounds like someone I'd like to fuck."

"You are the goddamn craziest whore I've ever had to listen to. Quit yapping."

I pouted. "You were gonna tell me how'd you'd kill them."

He thrust his fully hard dick at me, so I took it until my mouth once more and moaned around it, looking up at him with big eyes. He touched my head again. Heart seizing in my chest, I worked faster. I had nowhere else to hide the thing - no personal space at all, no purse, no pockets in any of my dance costumes.

He'd need something to sate his cruel desires. I had to protect the watch. Forcing a wicked grin around my mouthful, I guided his hands to my neck.

He got the idea right away. "No panicking and biting down," he said, "You'll be sorry."

Releasing him for just a moment, I whispered, "I like it." Then I sucked him, hard.

The feeling of my airway closing was a familiar one, but it took a moment to tamp down an intense wave of panic. I immediately regretted ever telling Dawn that I didn't trust Gunner. This was what real fear was. This was a man who couldn't be trusted to follow the most basic of social contracts, who wouldn't hesitate to kill a man or woman if the impulse struck.

Think of Theo. He's fighting for you. He's waiting for you.

Viper didn't let up the pressure until I dug my nails into his arms and squealed around his cock. His bitter laugh surrounded me. I'd barely taken a breath when he choked me again.

Time stood still as I sucked him off. I was afraid it would never end. He grunted above me as he squeezed with bruising force, and all I could think was, finish fast, finish fast. His voice was husky when he spoke again. "I'm going to blow them up." I felt like ice invaded my veins. He chuckled and squeezed harder. "They'll never... Ah. They won't see it coming. They'll find our girls sitting on a stack of C4."

I whined. Seeing stars, it was all I could do to keep going. His words were just noise. I was going to bite down. I was going to pass out...

Finally, he exploded. The hot liquid spurted into my mouth, but I couldn't swallow. Fuck. I loosed my lips and let it pour down my jaw and onto the sheets.

"Fucking slut. You're cleaning that up." I gasped and choked when he finally released my throat. Sweet, sweet air finally filled my lungs. As the oxygen hit my brain, so did the meaning of his earlier words.

"You're going to blow me up?" My voice was hoarse and painful. He blinked as if he couldn't remember what he told me. Then he smirked.

"No, honey, sorry. I want you waiting in my bed when I catch up. It'll be the van behind you." He patted my head. I tried not to flinch. Pushing my face down to the mattress, he said, "Now clean up like a good little whore."

He flopped down across the foot of the bed as I licked up his mess. My mind raced. They'll be coming to me. They won't know which van. They'll be coming to their deaths. What the hell am I going to do?



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I was weak. A stronger girl might have chosen not to transmit her location. A stronger girl might have sacrificed herself.

But they would die anyway. If they missed my little convoy, they'd catch another. The trap would find them eventually. I had no other way of warning them than to lure them right in.

I was traveling with three other girls in my van. Viper's supporters and sympathizers were growing sparser by the day - likely one of the reasons for the relocation - so our only guard was our driver. They shot us up with dangerously large doses of some low-quality shit that left me drooling and borderline comatose. I wondered, one slow word at a time, how bad it was that I could discern the quality of the product used. Problem to solve later, I thought. The words were sluggish to form. We were out of the underground garage and on the highway before I completed the thought. I have a job to do.