Fucking Rapists!

Alex's POV 

Shit!

Without sparing a second, I fumbled the settee for the ring, my eyes darting to every possible corner, searching even the tiny spaces embedded, hoping that somehow it was stuck in between the folds. 

My knees crashed to the floor, and I bent beneath the settee, my sense of touch on high alert as my hands groped in the dark to dictate the feel of a ring. "Where the fuck is it?" I muttered under my breath.

"This nigga ain't serious" The ugly escort scowled behind me, clicking his tongue.

"What's going on man? Looking for your brains down there, huh? You don't even know her. Just get away from here!" The other said, shrugging his shoulders in annoyance. 

I heard the spark of a lighter, and soon, the acrid scent of smoke from a burning cigarette swept the room. "Did you hear him? I'm going to forgive you if you just walk away now..." The ugly one uttered. "....this devil down here wants to have a good screw," He added, his voice alluring as he stroked his groin area with excitement and pleasure. 

Their devil-like laugh echoed eerily in the space, and they commended each other with a high five with future hopes of how rough their damn dick was going to do a neat job. "Yeah, man!" The other one moaned, swirling his waist and shooting it forward in an exaggerated thrust in the air. 

"Spanky spanky!" Bella cheered, clapping her hands groggily with excitement. I threw my head up when I heard her speak. It annoyed me to even think that she was the one who called the escorts in the first place. Was she out of her mind? She is my wife and no matter what is going on, I own her. Not to think of her having her first time with these rough dicks. 

I patted her cheeks with impatience, "Hey, Bella. Open your eyes. We need to get out of here". She brushed my hands off and coiled up herself drowsily.

"Trying to beg her for some, huh? Well, she needs a huge dick, not your pretty face!" The ugly one sneered his voice cracking with a scowl.

My skin turned crimson with rage. Her whole drunkenness wasn't helping matters. "Open your eyes, we need to get out of here. Goddamn it!" I barked, unable to contain it anymore.

She opened her eyes slowly to look at the man, who screamed at her with so much authority. My hope came alive again and I cupped her face with desperation. "Bella, listen. You've got to tell them am your husband, okay? That's the only way we can leave this place" I explained, but her expression held anything but understanding. She looked like she didn't hear a thing. Instead, she clamped my hands and pouted her lips babishly, "I want to pee!" She drawled, eyes still closed.

I arched a brow, "What?" 

A firm hand gripped my shoulders with a hard thud, "It's time up, man." The voice groaned. My eyes glanced to my shoulders in disgust. His fingers looked as crooked and ugly as the owner, and I almost puked imagining how many cunts he must have dug his fingers into in just one night. I picked it up with my two fingers, like a dirty rag that didn't deserve to be held with my whole palm, and flung it aside. Glancing over my shoulders, "You can do the talking without touching me with those-" I paused and sighed. I wasn't about to steer trouble by calling him ill names. "Fingers," I said finally, with a softer tone to avoid the spark of violence.

"You should be proud this fingers touched you, dude. It makes worth more than just your pretty face can". He said and the other one laughed heartily, hitting his legs with effect, like the entertainment was so overwhelming.

"Well..." The other one began, struggling to squeeze his words out, amidst the laughter that tickled his senses. "....he is already a fine piece. Just a good finger and a huge dick to get him balling in the business" He squealed like a worn-down brake pad, enjoying the moment.

I clenched my fist, to restrain myself from doing the unthinkable. I felt like punching them so hard in their face till they became unrecognizable and begged me to stop. But one against two? It wasn't a good idea. This was their space, and if anything happened, they would be at an advantage. I was the stranger here, intruding on their privacy, by the way. 

"Alright!" My voice was barely above a whisper and I rose to my feet. One way or the other I had to sort things out. Either I walked out of here alone, which was definitely not happening or I spent the whole night arguing aimlessly. "How much for a night?" 

A collective "Oh!" erupted from them and they chopped knuckles, their faces gleaming with lust. 

"Guess someone is shy to say they're gay?" The other one said, his eyes raking my body.

"I was becoming worried the night was going to be a waste. Just staring at you all night, but not having a taste of your ass in those pretty pants you've got there". The ugly one said with a wink that twisted his scared face most annoyingly. 

I averted my gaze, "Disgusting!". 

He was sick to the core. I thought just his ugly face was the problem, but his brains too. "Tell me how much I need to pay you to have her instead..for the night" I responded, referring to Bella with my eyes. 

They exchanged glances, their faces wrinkling with annoyance. That was not what they expected but I know they wouldn't sleep on a good opportunity to make some cool cash. 

They whispered to each other in muffled tones, and after their decision was made, the ugly one stroking his chin said, "You sure about this, dude? She's worth a lot".

I sighed angrily, "Just name your damn price!" I ordered, with a husky tone.

He nodded, impressed, "You're gonna have to pay for also ruining the night. And we are two....Scott can't be left out. So let's call it $5000".

"On it," I said and took out my phone, ready for the transfer. They looked at each other bemused. Maybe they were expecting some negotiation not something so straight up. "Your details?" I asked and he read it out real quick. "Done!" 

Without wasting a second, I sneaked my hand around Bella's waist and lifted her effortlessly in bridal style, ready to leave.

But their eyes still sparkled with mischief.

They blocked my way, and without warning, a sharp excruciating pain struck my nose, its impact sent me stumbling back in pain. The unmistakable metallic scent of blood filled my breath as it trickled down from my nose.

"That's for my dick!"