I hated that he was right. That’s what pissed me off most, knowing the only way to fix this was to do something that felt nothing like me. Just thinking about it made me want to tear something apart.
“Well, go get some sleep then. Maybe tomorrow you’ll finally figure out hownotto fuck it all up. Who knows, maybe your wife will call you back to your little hideout and let you do all the filthy shit you’re too scared to try without a mask. Or maybe she’ll just find someone else who knows how to handle her for real.” Krash said, mocking.
“Fuck you, Krash,” I snapped, my face shutting down.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I’ll be knee-deep in pussy while you’re over here bonding with your left hand. You and your blue balls can have a little pity party together, maybe even write some sad poetry about it. Meanwhile, I’ll be getting laid.”
He walked out, that smug smile plastered on his face. I tried to focus on work, stare down the endless stack of files, but nothing stuck. After a while, I gave up, tossed everything aside, and headed out. The frustration of not seeing Serenity was chewing me up from the inside.
When I got behind the wheel, I didn’t even think about where I was going. My hands drove for me, and I only realized where I was when the Korven estate illuminated under the headlights.
“Fuck,” I muttered, driving past without stopping.
I couldn’t go see her like this. I didn’t know what I’d say. How the hell was I supposed to explain showing up tonight? The bread trick wasn’t gonna work again, and if I was honest, it probably hadn’t worked the first time either.
So I kept driving, ending up at my mother’s grave, because everything was slipping out of control and I needed something to hold onto. I needed to talk to her, even if I knew she’d never answer.
“She said you were like a mother to her. That she loved you. Did you ever notice the way I looked at her? Knowing I had no right to get close?” I sat there on the cold stone, waiting for some kind of sign, anything. “What did the two of you talk about? Would you have been happy to see us married? Would it really be so terrible to love a Veylor?” I whispered, finally realizing how much shit had changed inside me.
My gaze drifted out to the horizon, the sky was dark and empty, the wind biting against my skin. Not once since my mother died had I ever let myself wonder if I could just love Serenity. If I could let my heart speak, drop the grudge, let go of all the hate. I let the silence hang, the cold wind brushing over my skin, feeling something shift deep inside, something I never would’ve believed possible eleven months ago.
When I got home, I headed straight for the shower. With water pounding down my back, one hand braced against the wall and the other wrapped tight around my dick, my mind spun off to Serenity. I saw her in my head—mask on, naked, laid out perfectly for me, her pussy pink and shining, slick with her juices and my cum. Every time I remembered the feel of her skin under my hands and the way my tongue slid over her, I got harder. The taste of her, her moans in my ear, the way she screamed when she came, I carried all of it with me, burned into memory like a brand. I wanted her to call me, wanted to fuck her again so bad it ate me alive. I never felt this kind of agony before, not for anyone. That’s how I knew it wasn’t just about missing her body. My soul was craving that connection, the kind I never thought we could find, hidden behind secrets and masks.
After a few minutes, I finished up and got out. Towel wrappedaround my waist, I headed to my bedroom and stopped cold in my tracks.
The sight that hit me when I saw my bed made my blood boil.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Eleana?” I growled, eyes locked on her—spread out naked on my sheets, legs wide, pussy on display, thinking she was a gift.
“You don’t like it? It’s been a while, Konflict. You haven’t picked up my calls since the other night. I’m here to make it up to you.” She slid her fingers inside her pussy, slow, putting on a show she thought would break me.
I stared her down, my face blank and anger creeping up my spine. Every part of me regretted ever giving her my door code a few months back, when I was still playing games, flirting, stirring up shit to piss off the Big Six. Even then, I knew I’d never touch her, but I let her think she had a chance because it suited me. Biggest mistake I made was letting her believe she had enough freedom to walk into my house without a word and stretch out naked in my bed.
But what hit me hardest was how little she did for me. Nothing. Her fingers moving in and out, her little act, none of it got a single reaction out of me. Not like Serenity—just thinking about her had me hard as steel. Eleana might as well have been invisible.
“Get the fuck out of here before I drag your naked ass out myself.”
She didn’t even blink at my tone.
“Baby, I can tell you want to fuck a real woman. Your wife lives on the other side of the city. Everybody knows you’re not close, that you’re heading for divorce. You don’t have to wait for her to get some relief. I can take care of anything you need.” She prowled closer, trying to press herself up against me, lips reaching for mine.
“I know what a man like you needs. I’m ready to do anythingfor you, Konflict.” Her hands slid over my chest, soft, practiced, trying to seduce me. “You really telling me I don’t turn you on? I’m here, naked, offering myself to you. You can’t let me leave like this. Fuck me, Konflict. I want you so bad.” She pulled the towel off my waist, eyes hungry.
The second her hand reached for my dick, I caught her wrist, twisting her arm behind her back and yanking it high until she cried out.
“Fuck! You’re hurting me, Konflict!”
“What kind of man did you think I was? Some soft ass fucker that lets a bitch like you crawl all over him? Get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back.”
I let her go and fixed the towel back around my waist while she glared at me, eyes wet.
“You’re nothing but a piece of shit Konflict Korven. A fucking idiot. You’ve got a real woman right here, and you’re throwing it away?”
I didn’t bother to answer before walking to my closet, pulling on some boxers and a pair of joggers, hoping by the time I came back she’d be gone.
“I’m not done with you, Konflict. You’ll be hearing from me again.”
“Yeah? Go tell your sob story somewhere else. Try your luck on OnlyFans, maybe someone else will pay for your act,” I shot back, yanking my sweats up. When I came back into the bedroom, she was in her dress, ready to go.
