Syndicate of Sins (Toxic Paradise, #2)

by Marie Maravilla

Nothing itched quite like dried blood. Well, dried cum was a bitch too.

I bit the fucking hand because it never bothered to feed me, and I’d cannibalize that fucker before ever going hungry again.

I’d rather be the villain. A walking nightmare for those who got in my way.

“Embalming Bitches Services. Fuck us over, and we fuck you up. How can I help you?”

“I will find you, macushla.” His voice carried over the sounds of the city. “And when I do, I will wring that pretty throat of yours.”

I was a fucked-up version of Cinderella. One who’d never known the love of her father and didn’t get rescued by a fairy godmother or Prince Charming. And if Prince Charming showed up now, I would probably eat him.

“She can wear whatever the fuck she wants. One, because that’s her fucking prerogative, and two, I know my dick is good enough to keep her coming and coming and coming…back to me every time.”

When accepting your body, there were always bound to be moments where you’d need to rebuild your walls and remind yourself that you were a hot bitch whose worth was determined by more than appearance.

“You may not want to fuck me, husband, but if you stick your dick in another bitch, I’ll cut the fuckin’ thing off. Which would be a shame because it feels like it’s a nice mouthful.”

“Why the hell are you not wearing underwear?” I asked, stepping between her spread thighs and running a finger over her slick pussy, pulling a moan from her. “Was this always your plan? You came in here ready to get your cunt fucked?”

“I’m going to make that dirty fucking mouth of yours clean up the mess you make on my cock after I’m done using you.” I dug two fingers into her warm heat with my free hand, reveling in the way I made her eyes roll back at the intrusion. “So. Fucking. Wet.” I punctuated each word with a thrust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, wife. Say my name louder so they know I’m bringing your pussy pleasure.”

“Fuck,” he whispered as I writhed against his hand that he still had pressed to my clit from the outside of my joggers. “That’s my good little slut. Dry hump my fucking hand. Can you feel my cum rubbing into your pussy? I want you covered in my scent,” he said, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my shoulders. “My. Fucking. Wife.”

“Yeah, babe. We’re fine seeing each other’s cocks, and I plan on sucking on your clit while Niko fucks you.” He leaned forward, speaking against her swollen lips. “Sometimes my mouth even touches his thick cock. I’ve given it a lick a time or two.”

“Answer me, Scar,” I demanded, slapping her pussy at her disobedience. The wet slap was only hard enough to grab her attention, but her breath hitched, and goose bumps erupted over her skin. She liked that shit.

“Is the sight of my hand on Kenji’s cock going to send you into another orgasm?” I asked, leisurely drawing our joined hands up and down his shaft. “Fuck.” The word sounded like a plea on Kenji’s lips. “That’s right, brother. You’re going to fuck our little cum slut.” I pulled out of her warm heat. “You look so pretty leaking my cum from your used cunt,” I said, watching the sticky white substance trail down her perfectly marred thighs.

“I owe you nothing. Not my name. Not my attention. And sure as fuck not my politeness,” I bit out. Men like him preyed on women who’d been told “don’t be a bitch.” That term had been used to shrink women for so long that some still believed the lie. Be a bitch. Eat the ones who want to prey on you.

“Oh, babe, I can handle her just fine. In fact, I could handle her and fuck you with my fingers if I wanted to,” he answered, his eyes dipping toward where I was licking my lips at his proposal. But then he turned, swinging a leg over the beauty. “Too bad we’ve got places to be. So put the helmet on and plaster that pussy to the back of my ass cheeks.”

“Oh, babe, he wants the best for his wife. Who do you think sent you with me tonight? Caleb is very in favor of you being taken care of,” he said, leaning to speak in my ear again, his breath causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. “Even if being taken care of means letting you have a dick for every hole to make sure you’re feeling full.”

“Your dick’s getting hard, Kenji. Imagining my tits?” she asked without meeting my eyes. I leaned over, not wanting the two men we were following down a low-lit hall to hear me. “No, I’m thinking about sinking to my knees and lapping up that cunt like a good fucking boy,” I whispered, my hand shooting out to steady her as she lost her balance.

“Kenji, be a good boy and clean me up?” she challenged. Niko and I stepped out of the way to let him through, and he dropped down to his knees, a devilish smile on his face. Kenji pressed the flat of his tongue to her thigh, lapping up the combined release from Niko and me, then moving to lap up her slit.

“Exactly, little one. You don’t want a white knight. You want someone whose soul is as twisted as your own.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait to shoot a load down your fucking throat. If you’re a good girl, I’ll clean up the cum that drips out of your pussy and your asshole,” Kenji growled.