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I love the smell of a woman’s pussy, potent yet delicate, and Misty doesn’t disappoint.

She smells earthy mixed with a rose musk, and her body breaking out in a fine sheen of sweat only heightens my thirst for her.

She’s trembling all over.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, because once I taste her pussy, there will be no going back.

“Yes…yes, I’m going to die if you don’t touch me,” she whimpers, her body arching off the counter as her hands reach up to squeeze her own tits. Damn, she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Grabbing her panties, I tear them from her body and her ass jolts forward.

Without teasing her, I dive straight in, lapping at her, savoring every part.

She’s pink and bare, not even a strip of hair, and it just makes me want to bite her mount and leave my mark.

I reach up to clasp her tits, stroking over the nipples as her hands pull and tug on my hair, holding my mouth to her pussy.

I nibble her clit, swirling my tongue over and around the sensitive bud, and she bucks, almost jerking right off the counter.

Her legs clamp against my head as she screams her release, but I push her thighs apart and continue my assault on her clit, chasing her climax for more.

“Fuck, oh, Six—fuck. I can’t…I can’t…stop—oh God, don’t stop.”

Her pussy clenches and pulses against me, her juices gushing over my chin.

I can’t get e-fucking-nough of her.

My teeth bite down on her thighs, as she comes down from her high.

My cock is hard and ready to fuck her into oblivion.

Gripping under her ass and bringing it to hang off the counter, I line up my cock and tickle her entrance, testing to make sure I can slip in without hurting her.

“Just fuck me,” she begs, and I can’t hold back any longer.

Pushing forward, her pussy clings to every inch of me as I plow into her.

It’s happening—Misty is beneath me, all around me, coming undone.

It’s like I’m passing the core essence of my soul to her.

Vulnerability shrouds me.

Being this close to someone, sharing energy—it’s so much more than sex with her.

I lift her from the counter and pin her body to my own before carrying her upstairs.

Throwing her onto the bed, she lets out a little squeal before giggling and reaching for me. I fall over her, catching my weight with my arms on either side of her head. Kissing her lips, I move down her chin and over her glistening chest, tasting the mist coating her flesh.

Snaking her hand between us, she grasps my cock and a gasp leaves my lips. Placing my hand over hers, we stroke together, staring into each other’s eyes, living in this moment
—feeling, breathing, experiencing
this euphoria we’re creating.

I’m going to come and I don’t want to, I don’t want this intense sexual connection between us to end
—ever.
I guide her on to her stomach and cover her back with my abdomen.

Rubbing down her arms with my palms, I then weave my fingers through hers. Her fingers are tiny, but fit between mine like they were created to—a promise, if only for a brief moment, that we don’t have to face the world alone.

I push back inside the warmth of her pussy and with slow drags in and out of her body, I take us over the edge.

“What does this mean?” She strokes over my chest still glistening with sweat from our session, her tiny fingers tracing the tattoo there.

“It’s my gang tattoo,” I answer bluntly.

That needed to be covered.

At one time, I was proud and wore that like a badge of honor, but now it just brought a feeling of hate and regret.

My crew was never disloyal to me, but if they were the ones who discovered my and Jordan’s betrayal, I know they would have killed him, or me, or both of us and maybe even Haley.

It was a fucked up brotherhood.

“Gang? I didn’t think I’d ever know someone in a gang. It feels far away, like just on movies or something.” She shrugs and lowers her eyes, almost embarrassed to share her sheltered life.

She doesn’t realize what a blessing her upbringing was.

I loved that about her.

She’s innocent to the world and it makes her rare and precious—untainted.

Her innocence is appealing and resisting it had been torture.

To finally have her here in my arms after punishing us both is more than I’ve ever felt before.

Every centimeter of skin, every drop of blood, each delicious ache in my body throbs.

She’s therapeutic to my bustling energy and my mind feels relaxed for the first time in my whole life.

I want to be here, and nothing but the thought of taking her again is on my mind.

“So, are there a lot of gangs where you’re from?”

She really didn’t have a clue about where I came from or other cities like it. “There’s reported to be over twenty thousand gangs. Gangs occupy every major city in the US.” Her cheeks turn pink and her eyes bulge.

“Really? Like criminal gangs? Like…what are we talking about here in regards to their crimes?” Damn, she’s inquisitive.

“Gang crime is responsible for roughly half of all murders.” I reach over to swig the beer I went down to get for us after round three.

Her body moves from mine and her arms wrap around her little frame.

“Holy hell.” She raises her eyes to mine and bites her lip before releasing it and asking, “Did you kill people?”

Narrowing my eyes, I look her over, enjoying watching her squirm.

“I’m sorry, that was out of line,” she quickly backtracks.

“You know I’ve killed people. Everyone knows that. Trust me, Misty, you don’t want me to delve into my past and spill my secrets.”

“What if I do?” she murmurs.

“You wouldn’t be able to be around me knowing the things I’ve done. It will keep you up at night.” I stand, leaving her as I go downstairs to grab more alcohol.

When I get back, she’s wrapping a sheet around her body.

“My clothes are downstairs.”

“Why do you need clothes? Get back in bed.”

She thought I was going to let her get dressed, but the fact that she had enough energy to get out of bed makes me want to fuck her again.

I pull her into me and savor the feeling of her skin against mine.

She’s curious about my tattoos and I acted like a bitch.

“What is it, Mist? I can see the wheels turning in there,” I say, tapping her temple.

“Why did you join a gang?” Her hand strokes over my tattoo—the final initiation after being jumped that made me a full fledge member of Eternal Kings.

“To make money and feel like I belonged to something, I suppose. I’d been on my own my entire life. They offered me brotherhood, a home, and a way to make money.”

“Making money how?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“Sorry, I just want to know everything about you.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s all part of what makes you, you.”

“I’m not a good person, Misty. You may not like what you discover.”

“I like everything so far,” she giggles, reaching under the sheet and grasping my flaccid cock that quickly grows in her hand.

“You little minx,” I growl, pushing her back onto the bed and rolling her over before covering her naked flesh with my own.

I’ll make sure she has no energy left to ask questions this time around.

The body is screaming.

It’s in my head, shaking, pleading, but denial wraps its icy fingers around my throat, refuting action.

I can’t fucking breathe.

This can’t be real. I’m struck silent, mute, and dying inside.

“I called an ambulance.”

The girl from the floor below sobs, sitting a couple feet from Haley.

She’s holding herself so tight, it’s like she may crumble if she doesn’t.

I need someone to hold me together because I’m disintegrating and I don’t deserve to leave this moment.

She’s like this because of me, blood coating her broken body.

I fight the phantom ghost keeping me frozen and rush to her, moving blood soaked hair from her face.

“No. God, no.” An agonizing cry pours out from within me. “No…no,” I beg the empty air for this not to be real.

Poison drips from my eyes as the letters of Jordon’s gang stares back at me from bloody gouges in her cheek.

Her entire body is etched with cuts made into letters—the initials of every member who violated her body.

Jolting awake, pain seizes my chest.

Misty’s sleeping form makes a cooing noise as she nestles into the covers. Daylight streams through the window, but there’s a light drizzle of rain hitting the pane.

Talking about being in a gang with Misty last night had been playing on my mind after I finally wore her out and we both fell asleep, and it just proves nothing will ever relieve the memories that torment me.

Opening the bedside drawer, I pull out Haley’s picture and note.

Taylor,

Make them pay. Make them all pay for what they did to me. I want you to destroy them, take them apart, and leave them broken, bleeding, and dying.

I need them to pay. I need you to make them suffer like I have.

“They will pay, in agony and blood. I promise you that.”

“What did you say?” Misty asks, her voice croaky from sleep.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

Her arm snakes across my body and then her chin rests on my chest.

Her hair smells of peaches mixed with sex sweat. I love it.

“Who’s that?” she asks, nodding to the picture.

“A memory.”

Picking up the picture, she studies the girl captured within it.

“She’s pretty,” she says, smiling, and there’s no jealousy in her tone.

I take the picture from her and place it back in the drawer.

“You were tossing in your sleep and calling out
‘Haley’
,” she informs me.

My cellmates used to complain about that, all but Ten—they did at least once anyway.

No man should complain about another man’s pain.

It shouldn’t be mentioned or talked about.

There’s a code for that shit and Ten knew that code
.

Damn, I miss him
.

“Was she in the gang?”

“Enough questions about me. Tell me something about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Tell me about your father.”

She taps her fingers against my flesh and her eyes wander to the ceiling.

“He was a great dad when I was younger, before drinking changed him.

I remember all the other girls had their moms put their hair in pretty ponytails or braids and my dad bought a book on how to make your daughter into a princess.

He practiced so hard to make sure he could give me pretty hair like the other girls.

“My mom was sick for a long time, so we were used to it just being the two of us. When she finally passed, a light switch triggered inside him and he kinda left with her.”

My hand squeezes her body to mine as an overwhelming need to be as close to her as possible floods through me.

“He would have flashes of my old dad, but when he drank, which was more often then not toward the end, he would get so mean. He used to build me up and then cut me back down, battering my self-esteem until I believed him when he would call me worthless trash.”