Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(16)

“So hard for me,” she murmured, licking the head of his dick.

“Always, little lamb.”

She took him in her mouth, letting go of his dick so he could control the action. I met Prescott’s eyes over her body. He gave me a wink before shoving his dick so far down Scarlett’s throat, she let out a low whining sound around it and gagged.

“Such a dirty little slut you are, taking his dick so deep,” I taunted as I fucked her with brutal strokes.

She was trapped between us now, getting thoroughly railed from both ends. And she did nothing to stop it. No, our girl took every inch of our dicks.

“Look at you, crying so sweetly, lamb. Such a good girl,” Prescott said. “You deserve a reward.”

“Give it to her.”

“Only if you make her come.”

I grinned, reaching around and strumming her clit with my fingers.

“With fucking pleasure.”

Scarlett bucked between us, trying to impale herself further on my dick. I held onto her hip tighter to stop her from moving whilst I claimed her pussy with my cock and stroked her needy clit. She was moaning around Prescott’s dick, her hands scrabbling against the wood.

“Come for us, little lamb. Soak his dick,” Prescott ground out, fucking her throat harder with his hand still fisted in her hair. “Give it to us.”

It took another minute. Then she was crying all over his dick, her pussy clamping down around mine and her body trembling with her orgasm. She was wild with it, shifting and bucking in our hold. Prescott didn’t let up with his cock in her throat. He kept ramming it down whilst I continued to fuck her pussy with as much brutality.

“Fuck,” he groaned a moment later.

“Don’t swallow it all yet, slut,” I ordered as he came violently down her throat.

Prescott held her in place for a moment longer, before letting go of her hair, his dick popping out of her mouth. I gripped her hair instead, pulling her upright against my chest. I gripped her chin and turned her face towards Mason.

“Show him.”

She opened her mouth, cum dribbling out of it down her chin.

“Good slut. Now lick it up and swallow.”

Scarlett did as she was told whilst my hand went to her throat, holding it as an anchor whilst I continued to fuck her.

“Make him come, lamb, I want to see him flooding your pussy,” Prescott told her as he sat back and watched the show now he was spent.

Scarlett wrapped her hand around mine on her throat and leant into me. I held closer with my arm wrapped around her middle.

“You hear that, slut? Pres wants to watch me come inside you. Do you want that? Want my cum running down your fucking thighs?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Dirty, dirty little whore. My little bitch is in heat, isn’t she?”

She whimpered but nodded against my shoulder.

“Good thing I’m about to feed your pussy then, isn’t it?”

My hand squeezed around her throat as I felt it building. I fucked her harder, making her cry out from the intense pace. Then I was groaning in her ear as I erupted in her wet little pussy, coating her insides and making her squirm in my hold.

We stayed that way for a long moment after I was spent. Then I lowered Scarlett back to her hands and knees, leaning over her as I forced her to look at Mason again.

“There’s something you need to know, little Scar,” I whispered in her ear. “And you’re not going to like it… but it’s time. The truth needs to come out.”

Scarlett tensed in my hold as I continued to whisper to her, watching Mason’s grim expression to see what he thought of our little display. He had no idea what I was about to unleash on him. This was my final hurrah. My fucking ace. It would hurt Scarlett. I knew that, but my need to get revenge on this sick fuck was far more important.

She would forgive me… but she wouldn’t be forgiving Mason for it.

Not by a long shot.

He was about to find out the reason I called her my little warrior. And why he should have never messed with my woman in the first place.





Eight


Scarlett





I stared at Mason, my entire world falling to fucking pieces as West whispered the dreaded words I never wanted to hear in my ear.

“Mason killed Lylah. He killed your mother on Stuart’s orders. She was making too much noise over your disappearance. It was all over the news. She kept harassing the police to do more. She wouldn’t take it lying down, Scar. She was determined to get you back because she loved you so much. You were everything to her. And Stuart couldn’t let that stand when he realised you couldn’t remember what happened that night. When he kept you to punish us.”

A tear leaked out of my eye. This time it was one of grief and not pleasure.

“He had Mason kill her and stage it as a break-in gone wrong. He stabbed her to death, Scar. It was brutal and bloody. It’s an unsolved killing because that fuck was good at covering his tracks, but we knew. We fucking knew it had to be Stuart’s doing. When we found out Mason had done it on Stuart’s orders, that he was the one who killed her, we were fucking livid. But we couldn’t touch him because of his fucking daddy.”

Mason had killed my mother. He’d killed my fucking mother. Rage, hurt, and pain echoed around the void in my chest where she should be.