Back Unhinged Cain
Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. 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.”