Chapters (44)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Copyright
- Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
- WARNING
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Thank You
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Stalk Me Links
“What the fuck?” I called out as his added weight pushed her lush ass impossibly harder into my trapped cock that was now screaming to flip her over and fuck her hard.
“Let me go, you crazy fucks,” Kirby screamed, but her fight was slowly waning as she panted.
I couldn’t see what Abel was doing, but suddenly, Kirby’s writhing body was lifted off of me by her legs. I clamped my jaw down tight, the muscles twitching as much as my aching cock. The thought of pushing her over the taxi crossed my mind. I was so fucking tempted, but Abel would want in on the fun, and this was one prize I had no intention of sharing.
Going with the momentum, I stood. She wiggled back and forth like a worm, only to splay open her ripped blouse and show off the sexy lace-clad breasts. Fuck, her nipples were nice and pert.
“Damn man, she be fine! No wonder you wanted this one. We’re gonna have some kind of fun with her! Whoohoo! Giddy up, girly. I mean, look at those milk jugs. I’m gonna motorboat those bitches,” Abel licked his lips as he stared at Kirby’s chest, and a fury crawled up and gripped me by the throat. I stopped walking, and it jerked Abel to a halt.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” I snarled over the top of Kirby, who’d gone quiet and momentarily stopped her struggling to look between the two of us.
“Wow, who crawled up your ass and died?”
“Just get her in the car,” I said.
“Fine, whatever,” Abel complained as he opened the back door with one hand.
Kirby instantly started screaming again, her struggles stronger from the few seconds of rest. I was enjoying the feral look on her face, and I loved the idea of taming her even more. I’d never kept anyone longer than a night or two, but the idea of keeping her around for multiple days or weeks held an appeal that felt foreign.
Capturing victims that we set loose just to chase down had become a bit of a pastime. In perfect synchronicity, we turned so Abel could draw her legs into the backseat. He opened the other door, stepped out the far side, and closed the door.
Kirby looked me in the eyes for the first time since her mad dash, and her stunning eyes were pleading with me. “Please don’t do this. I don’t want to die.”
“I’m sorry, Sunshine, but you sealed your fate to this moment the first time I laid eyes on you.” She yelled for help and struck out at me as I laid my lips against her forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll break you in slowly…maybe.”