Revenge... (Clinton Cave.) 16+

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Marie's POV// *SEXUAL CONTENT, READ AT RISK.*

I didn't know what was getting into me, I really didn't.

Mitchel walked up the stairs, this now catching my eye as he stared over at me with a smile. I give him a grin before slipping into the bathroom like Clinton had asked.

//Clinton's POV//

"So you found her then." Mitchel spoke, myself glancing over at him. "Yep." I grunt. "Great." He mumbles. "That's just...great." I see a ever-so-small smirk crawl onto his face whilst he walked ahead into his room, gazing over at the bathroom door. I lower my brows, concerned. I knew that face, Mitchel would do that face when he wanted something, and he really did make sure that he got what he wanted, consented or not. I squint towards his direction.

"Don't get any ideas, Mitchel." I grumble lowly,  "You can lay your eyes on some other whore, this one is mine." I follow him into his room, staring at him. I watch him roll his eyes, "I don't want your dumb bitch of a slut." He spat, "I'm not into sloppy seconds, thanks." He stared right back at me, a clear dark tone smothering his irises. I cocked my brow up at his words, shaking my head. "Mm. What you say and what you do is two completely different things, am I right?" I grunt.

Mitchel gave me his famous smirk, his tongue slivered a little upon his lower lip to moisten it. "If I wanted to fuck your bitch, I would." He growls, "But I don't want my brothers sloppy seconds all on my dick, thank you very much." He repeats. I shake my head. "Whatever." I mumble. "Christian, stay outside the bathroom door, im getting a drink." I walk away from Mitchel, my eyes kept on his as I give him a dirty look. I knew him. Once he had Marie alone, its be like a moth to a flame, he'd be all over her.

I don't get the sudden attitude change, one minute he's all caring and soft, now he's a fuckin slut who is clearly thinking with his dick. And that dick is going no where near Marie. No. Where.

//Mitchel's POV//

I roll my eyes and stare over at my door, letting out a sigh of frustration. Whether it'd be sexual frustration or just all-round frustration, you decide. "Christian..." I mutter, hearing him reply with a mumbled 'yes.'

"May you get me whatever Clinton is having?" I spoke. I hear a heaved sigh, "Fine. But don't go into the bathroom, okay, I don't feel like getting brutally murdered by Clinton fuckin Cave tonight." Christian grunts, now moving away from the bathroom door and approached the stairs silently. My grin immediately grew wider, myself now walking over to my bedroom door and look across towards the bathroom. Oh, this was gonna be fun.

//

Once I hear him reach downstairs, I immediately rush towards the bathroom, opening the door quietly. I hear the shower run, my eyes landing on her silhouette in the shower curtain. I close and lock the door behind me, now hearing a voice arise from behind the curtain.

"What took you so long, huh?" Her voice was dark. I grin whilst removing my shirt. "Had to get the two man-whores away, mm. Don't worry, i'm here now." I spoke. I remove my clothes until i'm left naked, then opening the shower curtain, revealing Marie.

"Come in, baby." She grinned whilst I entered the shower, putting the shower curtain back around us. "I've been waiting." She pulls me closer towards her, pressing a passionate kiss against my lips.

"So fuck me." She pulls away from the kiss as I turn around and pin her against the wall, "Clinton's gonna fucking kill me." I mutter, a sly grin upon her pale face. "But it's gonna be fuckin worth it." I lift up her thigh and rested her knee on my hip.

"Hurry, he's gonna be up soon!" Marie whined, bucking her hips towards my length. I pin her to the wall via her throat, "Sh." I hush her, my free hand now slapping her face. I hear her whimper, then turn to me with a bitten lip. "Do it again..." I grin at her words. So I do it again, harder this time.