Hate on Me (Knights of Retribution MC Book 3) Read online

  Brushing my fingertips over the top of my head to secure a few stray strands of hair, I walk straight into the studio room where we’re filming today. We have a couple different themed rooms, but this one is for strictly classroom stuff. I’m playing the part of an eighteen-year-old woman in detention in her senior year of high school. But, I’m not the only one in detention, my stepbrother is also here with me. We’re both being disciplined by the teacher when I get mouthy and a ruler is smacked on the desk in front of me. At which point I’ll make a remark about the ruler being used somewhere else. Long story short, my teacher is going to fuck the shit out of me in front of my stepbrother, and then he’s going to invite my stepbrother in on the action.

  I have no idea who’s going to be playing the teacher tonight, but I know King is portraying my stepbrother. I’m guessing the teacher could be Judge or Sly. They’ve both filmed a couple movies with me, but for the most part it’s King and I. I can barely stand his attitude, but I love his dick. He sure knows how to use it, and that’s for sure.

  Going over to the first desk in the room I see, I make sure I’m diagonal from the teacher’s desk. I know King is going to take a seat in the desk a little ways away from me, enough to flick paper at me and start the conflict between us and the teacher.

  King comes in a minute or so behind me and I lean back in the chair, darting my eyes across the ceiling, seeing every camera in the joint. They’re positioned at all angles, and we even have some set up to where they’re on eye level, able to be zoomed in and grab anything we’re looking for.

  Taking my finger, I twirl it around in my hair and look around the room, biting my bottom lip because I know they’re going to take stuff like this and turn it into teasers. King will use whatever he can to get us more signups on the website and it’s not like I mind either. The more promiscuous I am, the more money that ends up in my pocket.

  “Man, this fuckin’ sucks. I don’t even know why we’re here, Layla,” King grunts from his seat, glaring at me. Okay, well we’re going into full character already.

  I grab the pencil in front of me and put it on my ear, raising my brows at my faux-stepbrother. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is all your fault and we both know it. You just had to start a fight with me in the hallway and look where we’ve ended up!” I snap back at him.

  He huffs, “Typical. You’re always the one who doesn’t take any accountability for your actions. How do you expect to get into an ivy-league college with an attitude like that?”

  I snicker, licking my bottom lip. “I already have. I guess being passionate is something they look for.”

  “If you mean bitchy, then yeah,” King quips just as the door opens.

  The first thing I see is a red dress shirt and black slacks, and then the geometric tie, but the tattoos on his hands signal who he is and I’m in absolute shock. He’s never done a movie with me because we can’t fucking stand each other . . . and yet he’s here . . . and he’s the one who’s supposed to be fucking me first before King joins in.

  I blink a couple times in shock, but quickly readjust myself. I don’t have time to be thrown off guard right now. What I need to be doing is moving past this and staying in character. Still, I’m pissed at King for not bringing this up. He knows Needles and I don’t get along, and yet he didn’t think to tell me about this? Motherfucker.

  “Well, well, I wish I could say I’m surprised to see you both here, but I’m not. The Carmichael children are always stirring up trouble here at the academy. What, is this the seventh time you’ve gotten detention this semester?”

  “Eighth, but who’s counting?” King shoots over to Needles, who heads behind the teacher’s desk and takes a seat.

  Needles shakes his head, shuffling between the paperwork on the desk, looking like he’s grading papers or something. “You two can each write a three-thousand-word essay on why detention is something you should avoid. Considering we have three hours until noon, I’d say you’ve got plenty of time.”

  “Three thousand words? You have to be kidding,” I speak up, rolling my eyes.

  “Layla doesn’t even know three thousand words,” King comments from the other side of the room.

  “Stop being an asshole, Hunter!” I snap, slamming my hand down on the desk in front of me.

  “Enough!” Needles slams his fist down on the teacher’s desk so hard it rattles, and my heart honestly beats harder in my chest. Holy fuck. Did that really just happen or am I losing it? I know we’re in character, but my core begins to tighten a bit and I’m getting a little excited at the movie we’re creating. While Needles is an asshole, this teacher could be a real hottie.

  Needles picks up the ruler from his desk and slams it down. “You both better straighten up. I’m not looking forward to spending my Saturday here babysitting the two of you. For goodness sake, you’re stepsiblings and you need to get yourselves together. You graduate in less than two months, and you’re both legally adults now. Start acting like it!”

  I look down at the ruler and then up to Needles eyes, then back down to the ruler. “I know something you could slam that against,” I mutter under my breath, taking the pencil from on top of my ear I stick the eraser in my mouth and gnaw on it a bit, appearing to be a seductive bitch in heat.

  Warmth pools at my core as he walks over to me, the sound of his soles slapping against the tile floor causing excitement to rush through my body. “Miss Carmichael, you need to behave yourself.”

  “What if I don’t like to behave, Mr. Abbott?” I bat my eyelashes and take my tongue out, dragging it slowly along my bottom lips. Looking down to his pants, I see a bulge and know his body is reacting too. That, or he took a Viagra before he had to start filming. I know King has done it a couple times to keep his dick up for five or six hours when he’s shooting multiple scenes in one day.

  “Shut your mouth, Miss Carmichael.” Needles is trying to give me a warning even though he steps closer.

  “I don’t want to shut my mouth,” I hiss, glaring at him with all my might. “Actually, if you want me to shut my mouth then you’d better make me shut it.”

  Like a command, he unbuckles his belt, pulls out his cock in record time and slides it past my lips. It’s fat and long. To say he’s hung like a horse is an understatement. He’s hung like a fucking dragon.

  Needles plants his hands on the back of my head and thrusts his hips against my mouth, pushing his cock further down my throat. I gag to the point my eyes water and look up at him, seeing the evil sneer pulling at his lips. “If you aren’t going to shut the fuck up then I’ll make you.”

  “Whoa! The fuck!?” King cackles in surprise while the screech of metal against the floor rings out in the room.

  “Your stepsister is a loudmouth slut it seems. You know one way to make them behave, don’t you, Hunter? You put them in their fucking place. Get the fuck over here,” Needles gives King an order and he comes over, wiping his hand across his face, playing the part perfectly. His eyes fill with excitement while I widen mine, not sure what the fuck is going on. I’m sure if I was Layla, I’d be freaking the fuck out.

  “Mmm, if I think what’s going to happen is actually gonna happen . . . I’ve been thinkin’ about this shit for years,” King cackles in a sinister manner.

  Needles laughs, holding the back of my head against his cock, I gag while he speaks. “You’re going to fuck your stepsister today, Hunter, so get ready. She needs to be taught a lesson.” Needles pulls his cock from my mouth and slaps me with it before sliding it back in, out, and then slapping me again. “I’m going to teach you to be a little cumslut, Layla. As long as you’re at my school, you’re going to be my personal little cumslut. Do you hear me? Whenever I call, you get your little ass in my office. And if you want to graduate this year, you’ll do as I fucking say. I can flunk you out, and then you won’t go off to college like you’re supposed to. Imagine how sad your daddy would be if he found out you flunked, oh what a disappointment you’d be.”
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br />   King snakes his hands around the front of my white dress shirt, kneading my nipples through my red lace bra. Needles grabs me by the back of the hair roughly, yanks his cock from my mouth, and drags me along with him. “Ow! Stop it!” I holler out, but he doesn’t. Then again, he’s not supposed to. He’s supposed to be fucking treating me like this, because this is the way the script is supposed to go.

  Needles releases my hair and I drop down on all fours, but I’m not alone. King is behind me and I feel pressure at my backside. Turning back, I see King sneering at me and shake my head like my character is supposed to. “You taunted me, and now you’re going to get fucked like the bitch you are. You wanted me to use this, didn’t you?” Needles holds up the ruler in his right hand while he fists his cock with his left, rubbing his thumb over his head, coating it with the precum oozing out.

  “You wanted me to use this, didn’t you Miss Carmichael!?” Needles roars, and I nod. I nod over and over again.

  “Y-yes, I did.”

  Needles chuckles lightly, “Good, because I’m going to use this on you over and over again, until you beg me to stop.”

  King rubs his hand against my pussy, pushing my lace thong against my wetness. And while I know this is a job, this is all scripted, Needles is turning me the fuck on with his dominance. I mean, he’s a fucking piece of shit, but in here . . . in the studio . . . he’s . . . god he’s hot.

  “Fuck your stepsister, Mr. Carmichael. I want to see her beg for my cock,” Needles commands, taking a seat in a chair in front of me, I’m forced to watch him stroke his thick, massive dick.

  King pulls my panties to the side and shoves himself inside me in one swift movement, filling up my aching center.

  Chapter Five

  I know there are days where you feel like giving up, but I think it’s brave you never do

  ~ Lana Rafaela

  Needles

  With a swift hand I slam the ruler against the side of her breast. The sound of the wood slapping against her flesh rings out in the room and I watch King ramming his cock inside her. As much as I want to say it’s not turning me on, I can’t lie. Seeing this sassy woman on all fours, taking it from behind as I order them around is hot as fuck.

  “God dammit!” Flora screams out, playing the part of Layla Carmichael so well.

  He’s been fucking her pussy for at least twenty minutes and I ripped every article of clothing off her thick, robust body. She’s the type of woman I’ve always had wet dreams about. Fat ass, big boobs, and curves for days. Fuck, I’m practically drooling. The only thing I hate about her is that mouth of hers, and that fuckin’ attitude.

  When King told me he wanted me to come in for this movie, I almost said no, and then I realized I’d be dominating the one woman at this club who’s only shown me disrespect time after fuckin’ time . . . and a lightbulb went off in my head. It would give her an opportunity for her to see I’m not the type of man she can dominate, but quite the opposite.

  “I’ve dreamed about this pussy for so long,” King mutters, slamming his hand against her ass. I watch as it jiggles and she moans from pleasure.

  “That’s enough of her pussy, Hunter,” I inform him, rising from my seat. “There is something I’d love to try out, though.” I walk to the teacher’s desk and open the top drawer, pulling out a device I can strap around Flora’s mouth. It has an attachment with a dick that’ll go on the inside, stuffing her in yet another hole. So, I put it together and walk over to her, tap the side of her mouth for her to open up and shove it in her mouth. She’s so much easier to deal with when her mouth is shut.

  My balls tighten at the sight in front of me, seeing her mascara run down her cheeks as her eyes water. “You’re going to have a cock in every one of your holes tonight, but it’ll be after I have my way with you. Are you ready for this, cumslut?” I question her, grinding my cock against her face. She moans something inaudible back in response.

  I walk around her and kneel down on the ground, line my cock against her entrance, and shove myself in her tight pussy. She’s tighter than I expected her to be for a porn star, and unless I know she’s regularly tested I’d never stick my cock in her cunt without a rubber. Luckily for me, I know she’s clean and she’s on birth control, as are all the other porn stars here at Knight Productions.

  Placing a hand on her hip and another wrapped in her hair, I use her long locks like reins on a horse, ready to use however I see fit. I rock my cock inside her sweet pussy, loving the way her walls wrap around me, tightening after just a few thrusts. I’ve watched her come twice for King, and now I’m ready for her to release her sweet pussy around my cock. It’ll fuckin’ get me high, knowing she sprayed her essence over my balls.

  She moans loudly as I slam my cock into her without warning, fucking her like a common whore on the street. I annihilate this pussy with every thrust, making sure she knows just who’s boss here.

  “You think your stepsister likes my cock, Hunter?” I ask King, who smirks devilishly and nods.

  “Yeah, I’d say so.”

  Flora’s pussy constricts around my cock like a boa, begging for my balls to release my seed inside her. I wasn’t kidding when I called her a cumslut, I plan on fucking her cunt good tonight, mostly because I haven’t gotten laid in ages. I need to get my rocks off, and who better to take it than the bitch I want to strangle? King asking me to come in on this movie was fucking perfect, and the best part? There’s a possibility for shooting more scenes, especially depending how many members join the site.

  I bring my hand up and slam it down onto her ass, right and then left, right and then left until her ass is a lovely shade of red. With every slap she screams out, her pussy tensing up even more. I rock my hips in and out of her until I’m about to lose my fucking load. “Hunter, get over here,” I instruct King, pulling out of her for a second, I pick Flora up and turn her around so she’s facing me.

  King comes up behind her and kneels on the ground, while I lean back and shove Flora’s cunt over my cock, making her ride me. Her pussy lets out a little bit of her essence the second I fill her up, and King hovers over her back, slowly sliding his dick into her asshole. I grab Flora by the throat, and bring my lips next to her ear, “When I said you were going to be my cumslut, Miss Carmichael, I fucking meant it.”

  I shove my cock so deep inside her that I feel it hitting her cervix, and her moans signal King’s sliding himself into her asshole. Every time I thrust in her pussy I can feel King sliding in her ass. We move in unison and she moans out over the dildo in her slutty little mouth.

  I drag my tongue across her face, pull my hands up to her nipples and twist, all the while ramming myself into her cunt. She screams out, getting tighter than she has all night and I’m a goner. My balls tighten up and within seconds my seed is flooding out of my cock and into her pussy. I keep ramming myself into her, getting every last bit of cum inside her. Flora moans, practically collapsing on top of my body, but I’m not done with her yet.

  King groans, signaling he too has found release and once I see he’s pulled out of her, I flip Flora onto her back and pull her legs up getting a better angle. “I’m not done with this pussy. You’re going to feel my cum sliding out of you all day tomorrow, Miss Carmichael.”

  Flora tilts her head back, moaning with every movement as I rub my thumb against her clit. I hate the woman underneath me, but she’s been the best lay I’ve had in a long fuckin’ time.

  Chapter Six

  Your future needs you. Your past doesn’t

  ~ M.R.

  Flora

  The chair rattles me awake. My heart pounds in my chest so hard I can hear it in my head. With wide eyes I scan the area and see I’m being dragged away from Benita. The metal of the chair scrapes against the concrete and I’m being tilted backwards as it moves. “No, no!” I scream, completely unsure of what’s going to happen, but I know one thing, whatever’s about to happen . . . it won’t be good.

  “Screaming won’t save you
,” the pain bringer tells me. I’m stuck wondering if he enjoys this, if his favorite part of his job is trying to break me and my cousin. Though, Benita only has to watch. She could’ve said something by now—anything, but she hasn’t, and at this point I’m doubting if she will. It angers me so much, that she’s willing to save the man who didn’t even warn us of his plans, and instead she’ll let the woman she viewed as a sister to suffer endlessly.

  I jolt out of bed with my hand on my chest, my chest rises and falls in an endless need to feel safe. Even though I know it was nothing but a dream, my body doesn’t have the same reaction. Sweat beads on my forehead and my eyes search my bedroom, verifying no one is here with me, that the pain bringer won’t be dragging me out by my hair and having his way with me.

  I rub my hand over my chest, trying to calm myself. It’s one of the only ways I can soothe myself, something I learned on the internet actually. After getting to Puerto Rico, Benita and I started getting into the porn industry because it paid well and it’s not like they did any background checks, needed a physical address or any of the required information you might have with other jobs. After a couple days I was able to get a phone and looked for resources online since I was barely getting any sleep. Any time I shut my eyes I saw his face, and every time I was able to fall asleep it turned into a nightmare. He plagued my dreams for ages, and while it’s sporadic that he enters them these days, it isn’t impossible.

  “It was only a dream. You are safe,” I whisper to myself, yanking the lilac colored duvet back up. As I do I tilt over a bit to get some of the cover out from under my ass, but as I do an aching pain strikes through me, reminding me of what I did last night. Or rather, who.