Seven Sunsets Read Free

shot it dead. We weren’t cool. I smiled to myself, feeling devious, thinking of taking her roughly before our talk. Bitch had lied, was lying, and I would get to the truth and show her she couldn’t fuck with me.
    Pulling her hair, I asked her, “You still want to die?”
    “About what happened back there,” she started.
    I didn’t let her finish. “I asked you a fucking question!”
    “I don’t know,” Emery had the fucking audacity to answer.
    “You don’t fucking know?”
    She moved to get off my lap, but I tightened my grip on her hair and seized her waist, putting my arm around it. Trapping her on my hardening dick felt so good. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
    “Let go of my hair. We need to talk.”
    I only pulled harder. “Why the fuck should we talk? It’s a waste of my goddamn time. I’ll ask who you are and what you want and you’ll fucking lie. You’re full of lies. I say we fuck first.”
    “Fuck you. I’m not your whore.”
    “Oh,” I laughed, grinding my cock on her ass. “Now, you’re not my whore. Honey a deal’s a deal. Who said the fucking deal is off?”
    “The money’s gone. I thought things had changed,” Emery’s voice was so small, sounding so far away. I had to remind myself what a good actress she could be.
    “No, baby. The deal’s on. You paid me to kill you whether you’re sure or not now. And you’re mine to fuck until I kill you.”
    “And if I change my mind?” She didn’t sound scared enough.
    “I can’t let you go now. You fucking killed my friend, bitch.”
    Emery snorted. “That old whore had done you dirty and was going to turn me in.”
    “But you want to die.”
    “Not by the hands of Manul. He won’t kill me anyhow. He just wants to fuck me again.”
    Again , what the fucking hell? The red I’d seen turned black. I got up, throwing her on the bed, falling on her, trapping her down as she fought. “I’m going to ask you one last time who the fuck you are, then I’m going to fuck your brains out ‘cause you’re mine now.”
    “Get off of me you big fucking dick.” Emery pushed at my chest and scratched my face, drawing blood.
    I hauled back and slapped her hard, making her howl and cry. She held her face, but I seized her hands and held them away, making her look at me. My face inches from hers, I demanded, “Who the fuck are you and what do you want with me and mine?”
    “You’re no different than Manul, wanting every woman to be your damned whore.” She butted her head up, conking me on the forehead.
    Fuck! I closed my eyes for a moment but didn’t let go of her. “No different than Manul, huh?” I held her tiny hands together above her head in only one of my hands and slapped her cheek again. Next, I yanked down her leather pants as she fought, tugging them down past her ass but no farther. Worming my fingers between her taunt thighs into her warm, soaking wet pussy, I stroked her clit with my thumb. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy fucking me, your wet pussy don’t lie. Did you enjoy Manul’s fat dick too?”
    Letting go of her hands, but securing her with my body covering hers, I undid my belt and unzipped my pants, freeing my throbbing cock. I pressed it between her inner thighs, since her legs couldn’t spread much. Memories of fucking her the last few days flooded my mind and flowed to my thick shaft, hardening it even more. I wanted to take her violently like the fucking storm that brewed inside me while she still fought, whether she wanted it or not. “You’ve been lying to me. Tell me why I shouldn’t just take what’s mine?”
    “I’m not yours,” she seethed between clinched teeth.
    “Yes. You. Are,” I grunted, driving my cock into her slick pussy with every word, plummeting deep inside of her. Emery had been fighting, but she was wetter than an otter’s pocket. “You’re mine whether you say so or not, your pussy says fuck me,” I said, my voice husky, as I stilled for a moment while she