Vicious Punks (Dolls & Douchebags #2)

by Madeline Fay

Breathing, sharing the same air as you. Maybe, if I give you my breath, you’ll want me enough to stop breathing. If you give me yours, maybe it’ll make me breathe long enough to stay sane.” His lips graze mine, his hot breath warming my mouth and drawing in what little oxygen I have because I’m suddenly breathless.

I have the perfect way to fix that. Seeing the group of fake blonde bimbo’s surrounding Logan and Nicky’s car, I take this as my opportunity to show Nicola it’s okay to be different as we reach the guys parking spots. Letting go of Nicola, I mess up my hair on purpose so it’s sticking up in all directions and jump around in front of the girls like a crazy person while making the loudest screech of a pterodactyl humanly possible. I chase them off, watching them scream and run in their high heels. Once they are gone, I place my hands on my knees and laugh until tears are rolling down my cheeks. Turning around to high five Nicola, I’m confronted with horrified faces and Nicola gasping for breath on her knees on the pavement.

“Honey bear, if you need a straight jacket, I have one at home you can borrow,” Tey says dead serious with a nod, like he’s actually thinking of going to grab it for me.

“I don’t know what scares me more. Knowing that I had whores leaning against my car or that Tillie is just as crazy as Tey. Always thought I’d only have to look after one loose cannon, but now it’s two.” Logan shakes his head, looking up at the sky in exasperation, but his lips twitch like he’s holding back a grin. I smooth my hair down, clearing my throat as I glare at them like it’s their fault I had to resort to this part of myself. It feels good to let go. I watch as Nicky stares down as his laughing sister and glances up at me in silence for a beat then helps her off the ground by a hand on the elbow. What was that look for? “Oh God. I wish I was filming that. Thank you.” Nicola hugs me fully, causing me to tense for a second before I hug her back, melting into her as my shoulders relax.

“Daddy,” I whisper, my voice husky. His eyes roam over to me, like he has all the time in the world, as his hands grip my hips tight enough to bruise. “What did you say?” he growls, his gaze bright and violent as his pupils dilate. “Punish me, use me. Fuck me, please… Daddy.” Never would I have ever thought that just calling him daddy would get this reaction, but I’m going to be calling him that from now on.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you, use you, and by the time I’m done… all four of you will be kneeling.” My smile vanishes just as quick as it comes, making me look more crazy, but I don’t care. “Don’t think just because you’ve been inside my pussy that I’ve forgotten exactly who you are and what you’ve done to me.” I deliver that message but with a little extra spice to prove my point.