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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Pricked

  (Chaos, Nevada. Book 3.)

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  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

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  Chapter 25

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  Chapter 29

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  Chapter 31

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  Prologue

  Jane

  There had been another killing. The thought of it weighed on me, made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin – was everyone looking at me? I held my shaggy, golden coated Labrador tight against my lap, while the city bus cruised through the morning bustle of Chaos’s traffic. I’d gotten JB when he was only two years old, back before I left home in Seattle when I was emancipated at seventeen.

  The drunk to my left reeked of a mix of vodka, rum, and piss; the frail old woman was located to my right, knitting away at a purple beanie. I tried to do a head count and assess any threats or suspicious characters. Normally I wouldn’t take public transport to the news station, but I’d racked up so many speeding tickets in the past four months I couldn’t risk chasing that adrenaline rush right now.

  I checked the gold Olivia Burton wristwatch that my mother got for me on my fifteenth birthday. Twenty minutes till nine.

  When the bus came to a stop, and people started taking their leave, I craned my head to the left, my long blond hair cascading over my shoulder. I watched one by one as mechanics, nurses, old men, young men, mother’s and their daughters and all sorts went by. Through the crowd of people, I felt the predatory chill that I swore I’d been experiencing before the past couple of weeks. Someone was watching me. And it was the kind of look that I could never forget. The one that I didn’t need to see.

  It wasn’t even my stop and I still rushed out, walking the rest of the way to work.

  Chapter 1

  Jane

  I kept my service dog, JB, close to my side; without him it felt like the world might swallow me whole. He was always close to me on bad days – which seemed all too frequent lately. I walked down the aisle of blue carpet. Renfear’s bar is always packed, but it’s where we all went to after work. With tables at either side of me, there were happy family’s enjoying dinner; men of business cutting into unquestionably rare steak, college kids seeing who could drink the most, and at my table, a collective of hard working girls ready to relax.

  My best friend Bethany, whose long hair was so black you’d think she dipped it in a pool of ink, turned her head with an excited smile. “Jane!” She practically chirped. “You made it.”

  I preened back a strand of my platinum blond hair behind my ear. “I didn’t want to seem like a flake,” I admitted, “besides my stomach has hated me all day.” Just after the words left my lips, a pang of hunger formed in my belly, and a faint rumble could be heard.

  The other three girls, Mary, Sayla, and Francine, were smiling at me. It was hard for me now, to process how they could be so effortlessly happy. They collectively said my name and gave their greetings.

  Before I knew it, drinks had been imbibed and the cheesiest, most greasy bar food imaginable had been consumed. And of course, delicious doggie treats were bestowed on my most faithful companion hiding beneath the table. During the course of my celebration, I made mention of the many tickets I’d racked up over the last couple of months speeding on my motorcycle for cheap highs. It caused a dull sadness to bloom in the back of my skull when I thought about it. How riding like the devil was the only way I felt like I had to deal with the incredible pain. The crushing, ever-looming agony of that night.

  Each thought of it, each stab of memory, it only sent me spiraling down further and further into darkness.

  “Jane?” Bethany said in her mousy voice.

  “Huh? Yeah?” I replied, blinking and coming out of my daze.

  “You know, if you need to earn some scratch chickadee, there’s this gig going around at The Blackstar.”

  That wasn’t a place I was intimately familiar with, but I did know that it was a bar managed by none other than the notorious criminal Leonardo Ligotti. “I don’t know if I have any gigging days left in me after that weekend in Nebraska.”

  Bethany laughed, no doubt remembering our run-in with the twins who had us try and recover their grandfather’s time capsule; we had to use those shovels from the ass crack of dawn up until the stroke of midnight, with nothing but our sweat and sarcasm to keep us sane. That was our ninth circle of hell. “It’s actually pretty sweet,” she admitted. “You get two grand just for passing the initial test.” She blushed then, strangely. “I’m sure you’ll pass far easier than I did,” the words left her in a sad, envious tone.

  “Sounds like a scam.”

  “It’s definitely not a scam,” Bethany chuckled, the other girls expressing utter delight when the waiter came back around.

  “Heyyy cutie come over here,” Sayla was much deeper into her drinking than the rest of us. She had the constitution of an Irish bull of a man trapped in a woman’s stunning body. She whistled for the waiter, as if she couldn’t catch his attention before.

  The waiter, dressed in black pants and a classy white shirt, turned his attention towards our table. He moved over to us with notepad and pen in hand, his bro
wn eyes flicking to the overly excited Sayla. “Hi ladies,” he greeted, “needing something?”

  Sayla grinned, put her elbow on the table and twirled at her curly black hair. “I think I’d get you in trouble if I were honest,” she simpered, playfully winking at the man.

  The Waiter moved in closer to the table, and an internal need to distance myself from the man bloomed through me. The air in my lungs felt heavier, the very act of breathing became a task that I had to remind myself on how to perform. “Well,” the Waiter said with an equally playful tone, “what can I get for you, sweetheart.” His eyes raked over to me, and that heaviness only became worse. My whole body became still. Frozen with fear. It wasn’t always this way, but some encounters were just worse than others – with no rhyme nor reason.

  The only comfort provided to me was that JB was beneath me. I wanted to pet his head, but I couldn’t find the nerve, and I think between my nervous fidgeting I might have shuddered – with the way the Waiter looked at me, I was certain.

  Sayla leaned in further against the table as the other girls nursed their various liquors. “Can you fetch me a strawberry daiquiri?" She asked.

  “That’s not the only thing I could fetch for you.”

  Sayla’s blue eyes danced with amusement. “Tell you what. You go and get me my daiquiri, and I’ll pick out a good leash and collar for you on the way home.”

  The waiter grinned, but even with his distance he still felt so close to me – it made me feel uncomfortable. Made me think back on that horrible day. I tried to push the thoughts from my mind, to focus on the image of my loyal companion.

  After a moment, the Waiter departed, and the pressure in my chest faded away.

  I swallowed away my nerves and looked over to Bethany, "Sorry," I said absently, "so it's definitely not a scam?" I asked.

  "Most definitely not," Bethany replied.

  "How can you prove that?"

  "Well I could flash you my fat stack of Benjamin’s, but I already tucked it away back home. Always keep something in the stash for a rainy day."

  "You just don't want the government getting a sweet cut."

  Bethany gave me a sly smile, "Yeah, that too."

  Chapter 2

  Michael

  Just eating her out, I could tell that she was tighter than her friend. Slipping my tongue inside of her velvet smooth folds, I made sure to taste every inch of her Thai peach. While I did that, the other one, with her black hair done in a ponytail, pursed her lips around my throbbing cock - already eager to slam inside of one of them. I'd convinced the both of them with a few pretty words and a friendly smile that their client last night, Parker Grayson, was a real scum sucker of a man. He always did think of himself as the CEO with the biggest dick in Chaos.

  Course, they know that's not true.

  He's got a wife, but it's not enough for him. Carla. She was a good lay last night, and I'm sure it was a cathartic if not petty revenge experience for her. Still, if I'd a woman that sweet and tight in all the right places, I wouldn't be wasting my time on high-end escorts.

  Fortunately for my wallet though, I never pay.

  Sucking on the short black haired one's clit, I listened to the way that she would moan for me. Speaking something that I couldn't understand to her friend. Whatever she told her, it made the long haired one suck on my cock harder, invigorating me to eat out her friend further and further.

  Her juices were clear and ran down to her ass, completely drenching my five 'o clock shadow and jaw. She tasted surprisingly good for a girl that got around, but again, these two were professionals. After a moment of time, I slipped my middle finger inside of her drenched pussy, letting her walls cling greedily to my finger while I sucked on her. Not long after and I could feel my heart skip a beat with delight; the delight of making a woman orgasm without mercy.

  Feeling her contractions start and stop, feeling her muscles twitch as I pinned her down against the bed. Her moans turned to something guttural, something primal. In that moment, she was mine completely, and with that I couldn’t be fucking harder.

  After having my way with her with my mouth, I pulled back and looked up at her, strings of white trailing from my jaw and lips. “I think you’re ready for the main event,” I said with a cocky smile.

  “Yes,” she bleated, still trying to compose herself from the effects of coming hard against me. My tongue was as quick in the boardroom as it was in the bedroom; the line of work that I’d always endured never demanded anything less.

  Grabbing the short haired one’s head by her hair, I pulled her off of my engorged and glistening cock. She yelped in some degree of pain, but rough was the name of the game – and these two I was only just getting started with. She pawed at her mouth with the back of her hand, wiping away some of her saliva and stared daggers at me, “Asshole.”

  “Not surprised that you know that word,” I replied cockily, eying her up and down before moving myself into position over the long haired girl. Better to ease myself into her missionary than rail away at her mercilessly from behind. Even a pro like her might have a hard time.

  “Hey,” the short haired one protested, squinting her remarkably bright brown eyes at me. “What about me?”

  I didn’t say anything to her before ripping up a high-end condom wrapper and rolling it down my cock. I then leaned over the pretty little just-turned-nineteen girl beneath me. Using one hand I guided my cock to her sopping entrance, letting my eyes tell her in glorious detail in all the ways that I’d make her sick for this cock after this morning. Still, the short haired one persisted and put a hand to my chiseled chest. “Asshole,” she called again, which made me pay enough attention to go and glance at her, “don’t ignore me like that.”

  “What?” I asked, slipping the head of my cock inside of her friend, relishing in the physical delight of penetrating something so tight and eager to eat more of me.

  Her tightness wrapped around my cock and it was something out of this world, for sure, but it was a hollow lust – one without true substance. The pain of it pricked against my chest, at remembering the way that things used to be.

  I didn’t always used to be this way.

  Man whoring my way around the city of Chaos, Nevada.

  Banishing the cutting, faded memory, I brought myself back to the moment. “Fuck you’re tight,” I hissed through clenched teeth, sheathing myself in and out of her velvet smooth pussy. Her juices easily coated my cock, and I could feel them making my groin wet from the way I ravaged her. I pressed an arm around the length of her neck and shoulder bones, pinning her to the bed as I pumped my hips in and out of her, keeping intense eye contact with the girl.

  The short haired one behind me kissed and bit down my backside while I pumped, moving closer and closer to my ass; the sound of my cock moving in and out of her friend’s pussy filled the room, and I felt the first ache within my nuts to explode. I could pace myself better than this, but I had a great need to release. The one that I was inside wrapped her legs around my back, clamping around me, while the young woman behind me rolled her tongue down to my ass – eating me out while I fucked her friend. Pleasure rolled through the three of us, their soft moans mixing with my grunts as I moved balls deep inside of her tight pussy.

  Heat surged up from my shaft, building up a dark, delightful pleasure wanting to spurt from the head of my cock. My heart tapped against my chest, and I made sure to keep my face away from the one that I was inside.

  This wasn’t about intimacy. This was pure, primal fucking.

  The ponytail Thai bit down on her lip, and I felt her walls contract and pulse around my cock, her white and thick cum seeping from her long-lipped pussy.

  I was barely aware of it since I was so close to release, but I heard a bang on the door from the outside and a familiar voice. “God dammit, Michael. Open this door.” Not a chance in hell. Not until I’ve had my way with these two. I unsheathed myself from the girl, and she snapped her legs shut, sensitive from having cli
maxed.

  Quickly turning on my knees over to the short haired woman, she nearly pounced me she was so turned on and ready to be screwed, her lips colliding hungry against me. I gave her a few quick kisses before biting down on her lip hard enough to make her slap my face.

  Again. Intimacy was not the name of this game.

  The pounding on the door came again, and a jolt of fury went up my spine. Rebbecca was killing my mood right now, my chest pounding and my cock throbbing with the need to shoot. I grabbed the hungry girl by her hips and forcefully flipped her around on the bed, positioning her face down and ass into the air.

  I gave her ass a smack as Rebbecca called for me further, threatening to, and I quote: Break this well-constructed door down, you horny son of a bitch.

  Breaking into the Thai girl’s hot womanhood, I fed her tight walls every inch of my cock hard and fast, making her moan from deep within her throat and say something that I couldn’t understand.

  I bunched up the young woman’s black hair in my fist, pulling on her hard as I rode her, grinding my cock and pressing my shaft along her spongy g-spot. White-hot pinpricks formed on the soles of my feet, that bliss building and building as we found a natural rhythm between one another.

  Just as I was getting ready to release, an incredibly loud bang resounded throughout the room and my eyes darted over to the door. It came again, and I felt the vibrations through the bed and my body.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  The bangs punched the air, the door buckling, and wood splintering every couple of seconds. The one that I’d gotten off was scrambling to get clothed at this point, and the more exhibitionist one that I was with seemed like she was trying to ignore it just as much as I was. She dug her nails into the Egyptian cotton sheets, mewling with each thrust that I made; knew that she was just as close as I was at this point.

  Crash. The door came down and I was still inside of her tightness as Rebbecca stood in the entranceway with her Auburn hair sticking against her face, a small black battering ram in both of her petite hands.

  I was going to have to pay for that out of pocket.