Page 41 of Monk

“We’re good,” I said, already turning away.

Blackjack raised his beer in a mock salute. “Have fun, brother.”

I didn’t respond. Just kept walking, Ruby pressed against my side, her laughter ringing in my ears. She waved at a couple of the other club whores as we passed, a smug smile on her face like she had won some kind of prize.

Fucking pathetic.

The hallway leading to the back rooms was quieter. The music was muffled by the thick walls. The air was cooler here, less suffocating, but it didn’t help. Nothing helped.

Ruby’s hands were already tugging at my cut, trying to pull it off my shoulders, but I grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “You don’t fucking touch,” I growled.

She pouted, but there was a gleam in her eyes. She liked it when I was rough.

I pushed open the door to my room and pulled her inside, kicking it shut behind us. The lock clicked into place, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at her. She was pretty enough. Blonde hair, curves in all the right places, a mouth that knew exactly what to do.

But she wasn’ther. She’d never beher.

Lina’s voice echoed in my head.“I did what you told me to do!”

I shoved the thoughts away violently, desperately trying to force them from my mind, my hands going to my belt with trembling fingers. “On your fucking knees,” I ordered, my voice cold and detached, devoid of any warmth or affection.

Ruby’s eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with unmistakable lust. She dropped to her knees immediately without hesitation, her movements eager and practiced, her hands reaching for my zipper before I could say another word.

I grabbed her wrists firmly, stopping her in her tracks. “I didn’t say you could fucking touch me yet, bitch.”

She bit her lip seductively, looking up at me through her long lashes with those big doe eyes she knew drove men wild. “Sorry, baby. What do you want me to do?”

“Open your mouth.”

She obeyed instantly, her lips parting slowly, her tongue darting out to wet them in anticipation.

I unbuckled my belt with deliberate slowness, popped the button on my jeans, and pulled my cock out. I was already half-hard, the blood rushing south, but it had nothing to do with herand everything to do with the need to obliterate the images in my head, to drown out the thoughts threatening to consume me.

Lina’s face. Those eyes. The kid’s voice. The betrayal that cut deeper than any knife.

I grabbed a fistful of Ruby’s hair, wrapping the silky strands around my fingers, and guided my cock to her waiting mouth. She took me eagerly, hungrily, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive skin. “Deeper,” I growled, my voice rough and commanding as I pushed forward, forcing myself further into her throat.

She gagged slightly, her throat constricting around me, but she didn’t pull back. I didn’t give her the chance as I fucked her mouth hard and relentlessly, my hand fisting tightly in her hair, controlling the pace, setting the rhythm. She made wet, choking sounds that filled the room, her hands gripping my thighs desperately for balance, her nails digging into my skin, but she didn’t try to stop me. She never did.

Good. I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted to use her. Wanted to lose myself in the mindless, brutal rhythm of it.

Lina’s voice:“I did what you told me to do!”

I thrust harder, deeper, my cock hitting the back of her throat.

Ruby’s nails dug into my thighs, her eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks.

She fucked another man. Had another man’s kid. Moved on like I never existed.

My grip tightened in her hair, my fingers tangling in the silky strands as I felt the pressure building deep inside me, that desperate need for release that had been coiling tighter and tighter with every movement of her mouth. “Swallow it,” I ordered, my voice rough and ragged, barely recognizable as my own.

She nodded as much as she could with my cock buried in her mouth, her eyes meeting mine with an obedient, eager look that sent another jolt of pleasure through me, and I let go.

I came hard, spilling into her mouth, my body shuddering with the overwhelming force of it, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me. She swallowed, gagging slightly at the volume, but she took it all, every last drop, determined not to waste any.

When I was finally done, completely spent, I pulled out slowly and stepped back, my legs slightly unsteady as I tucked myself back into my jeans, fingers fumbling with the zipper. Ruby sat back on her heels, catching her breath and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in a gesture that was both crude and oddly elegant. She looked up at me with those big, empty eyes that always seemed to be searching for approval, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

“Was that good, baby?” she asked, her voice hoarse and scratchy from the effort, but still eager to please.