Page 44 of I’m The Worst

“You didn’t have to kill him.”

“He knew the rules.”

“But you didn’t have to.” She wipes at her face, smearing diluted blood across her cheek.

My eyes trail down her body, over the curve of her breasts and down to the soft patch of dark brown hair between her thighs. Images of stretching her tight holes flash through my mind. My cum dripping out of her.

My jaw tightens as my cock twitches.

“Why? Why did you kill him? You could’ve done something else. Anything else?” Her eyes water as she stares at me.

He’s lucky his death was quick.

“What did he want? What did he want in exchange for the drugs?”

Her eyes dart to the wall. “Nothing.”

“You really going to lie to me when his brains are still in your hair? You think I’m fucking stupid?” My voice rises.

“No.”

“Then answer the question.”

Her voice breaks. “He…wanted sex.”

I already knew. Still pisses me off.

“Told me to wait until you fell asleep. Then go to him.” Tears spill down her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d kill him. I just…I needed something to stop feeling. Just for a little while.”

I don’t say anything, and she blinks up at me.

“Clothes are on the bed. Hurry up. I need the shower.”

She grabs the little shampoo bottle with shaking hands and starts working it through her hair. I step out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

It takes a minute before my pulse settles.

Another two before I can convince myself not to storm out and kill the rest of Savva’s men. All of them are a risk to the success of this mission, and AJ is my biggest liability.

Hot water pounds onto my shoulders, stinging where it hits fresh bruises and old scars. I crank the temperature higher until it scalds. I need the burn. I lean my forehead against the cold tile and let the water sheet over my back, dragging blood, sweat, and dirt down the drain in rusty trails.

Every time I close my eyes, she’s there.

On her knees. Those small pink lips stretched wide around my cock. Tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as I push deeper, hitting the back of her throat until she gags and chokes. Her smart fucking mouth struggling to take even half of me.

Fuck.

I grind my jaw and slam my fist into the tile. Porcelain cracks under my knuckles. Skin splits. Fresh blood mixes with the water and spirals away.

I shouldn’t be here. Stuck in Russia, babysitting a Commander’s broken daughter.

My cock throbs hard against my thigh.

Dragging in a breath through my teeth, I wrap my fingers around my length. I haven’t jerked off in months, but right now, I need the release before I lose control completely.

I begin to stroke, my thumb spreading pre-cum over the head. The water helps. I pick up speed, my fist pumping harder.

Images slam into me.