Dirty Bad Savage(30)

I didn’t want it.

I didn’t want him.

So, why was I still fucking horny?

I eyed him over my shoulder, stomach lurching as I saw his twisted smile. “Give me that sweet juicy cunt you dirty bitch.”

I heard him unbuckle his belt, pockets rustling. The tear of a packet, a grunt as he slapped his cock against my ass. I tried to back him up but he wouldn’t shift.

“Roger... I don’t...”

“You do...” His cock was slimy in my ass crack. “You want this, Missy. We both know it.”

“He’s out there... I could call...”

Roger’s mouth on my neck, cock paused against my slit. “Take what you’re given like a good girl. I know you like this shit... you told me, remember? I need a guy who’ll just take me... a guy who’s not scared to take what he wants when he wants it.”

I flinched at the memory, how hot the idea had seemed with a vibrator against my fucking clit.

I clenched myself against his intrusion, twisting away from the wet tongue in my ear. “It was a fantasy, Roger...”

“Open that hot little slit for me, dirty girl.”

I squirmed against the door. “I could call for him...”

“It’s me who’s in charge here.” He forced his fingers around my thigh, pinching at my clit. My knees juddered, my body betraying me. My legs opened for him, just an inch.

I whimpered, brain spinning, hating myself for wanting this.

“Call him, sweetheart. Call him or give me your filthy little fuck hole...”

I gasped, gripped in no-man’s land, veering between outcomes.

But it didn’t matter.

The decision was made for me.



***



Callum

They both went fucking flying. That bastard, Roger, went further, crashing all the way back into the four poster, trousers round his fucking ankles, his cock bobbing. His glasses tumbled, bouncing to the floor before he could catch them. Sophie was down on her ass, rubbing her forehead where the door had smacked into her, but I didn’t have time to give a shit about that right now.

I was on him in a flash, landing a solid punch right into his cheekbone. I got him good, and landed another, crunching my knuckles into his fucking teeth. He raised his hands, squealing like a fucking pig.

“Stop! For fuck’s sake! It’s a fucking game! A game!”

I kneed him in the ribs and he doubled over, sinking down to the floor as he gulped for breath. I went for Sophie, dragged her to her feet.

“You alright?”

She nodded. “Fine. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Tell the stupid sonofabitch!” Roger wheezed. “It was just a fucking game!”

I lunged for him again, ready to kick him where it fucking hurts, but Sophie grabbed my arm. “Jesus, Callum, stop! Stop!”

I gripped her shoulders, spitting rage. “He was gonna fucking rape you!”

“He didn’t! He wasn’t...”

I shoved her backwards, soaking in the marks on her body. She was pink and white, dark lines curling under her tits from where he’d beaten her. Her thighs were rosy, they were wet too, she was fucking wet. I put my hands in my hair, reeling. “You wanted that? For fucking real?”

“No... yes... no!”

“She wanted it,” Roger grunted. “She likes rape play. She’s playing us both for bloody fools.”

My eyes sliced into her. “That true?”

“In fantasy... shit.” She stepped over Roger, darting to the bathroom for a towel. I stared as she wrapped herself up. “I said wait to out there! I said I’d call if I needed you!”

“Sounded like I was fucking needed!” I stalked over to the sack of shit on the floor. “Rapist cunt.”

His jaw was already swelling, gums bleeding around his teeth. He turned to Sophie and I fought the urge to kick his fucking head in.

“Nice.” He wiped his face with his sleeve. “This is what happens when you use dumb, fucking meatheads for security.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” I growled. “Before I tear your fucking dick off.”

Sophie nodded, to which he shrugged and staggered to his feet, holding his ribs where I’d kneed him. He pulled his clothes back on, scowling the whole fucking time, then reached for his glasses, flinching as he sat them on his pudgy fucking face. I followed him out, watched him until the lift doors took him from view. Piece of fucking shit.

Sophie was perched on the bed when I went back in, face in her hands.

“I’m sorry...” she rasped. “This was a bad idea.”

“Which fucking bit? Having him here or having me here?”

She moved her hands away, stared up at me. “All of it.”

Her answer cut me way more than it should. “Fuck you, then. Find some other chump to be your fucking guard dog.”