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“What? Why?” She wiped the back of her mouth with her arm and adjusted her skirt before standing up.
“It’s a dick, Rebecca, not an infant. You don’t coo at it.” I grabbed her forearm and began to lead her back through my home. We had been in the game room. I never invited whores into my bedroom, much less my bed.
“I’m sorry, let me–”
“Did you not see it deflate? My dick is traumatized,” I cut her off, practically dragging her along now. Her heels slid around on the dark marble floor.
The word asshole reached my ears, snarled from her mouth. I sighed and shook my head. Why did she have to test me? This was the reason I never saw the same woman on a regular basis. They always fell into their feelings and fucking drowned.
“You want to finish?” A small yelp escaped from her mouth as I grabbed hold of her hair and forced her to her knees. Rebecca peered up at me, brown eyes wide, pale cheeks red. She liked being treated like this. They all did. I’d yet to meet a woman who didn’t.
Too many times to count, I’d thought I was bringing home something sophisticated, decent, only to turn away for a second and turn back to find them with their tits out and ass in the air.
“It’s not going to suck itself, Rebecca.” I didn’t want her anywhere near my dick, but like she said, I’m an asshole.
She licked her lips and quickly removed my cock again, failing to seductively slide it into her eager mouth. We were in the center of my dark foyer. Only the moonlight beaming off the chandelier added light to the open space.
I was impatient and wanted her out of my fucking house, so I took hold of her platinum blonde hair and started thrusting into her throat She gagged around my length, tears of sloppy mascara ran down her face. Yet, she still moaned in exaggerated pleasure on her knees before me. I focused on everything but her.
I pulled out of her mouth and watched my cum land on her face. I had my dick put away and Rebecca on her feet and at my front door in less than five seconds.
“You’re throwing me out?” she screeched at me.
“Rebecca, the day you spend the night in my home, unicorns will shit gold.”
I pulled open my front door and nudged her over the threshold.
“How will I get home?” She whined. “Oh, right,” I pulled out a few crumpled hundred-dollar bills and pushed them between her breasts.
“Please escort her off my property.” My security detail, Roger and Matt, both nodded, and I slammed the door shut. They never batted an eye at my behavior, which was wise on their part.
I made my way to my bedroom and stripped my shirt off before I sat down on the edge of my bed. A sigh left my lungs as I ran my fingers through my hair. My life was a hamster wheel of pussy, murder, and money. When no one tested you, and fucking women was as easy as snapping your fingers, it wasn’t hard to imagine why I was bored. Thank fuck that was all about to change.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It’d come to my attention that some people thought of me as vain or cocky—not that I gave a flying fuck. Nevertheless, I was neither. Confident, yes. Cocky, never.
Men envied me. Women lusted for me. None of them knew the real me. Every time I looked in the mirror, the Devil stared back.
Everyone wanted this power and my wealth, but no one had the balls to do what it would take to get it. None of them knew the things I’d done, the things I still did. Unforgivable, twisted things. I kept it all to myself, letting those demons haunt me day and night. No one needed to know what went on inside my mind, for intelligence and knowledge were two powerful weapons.
I sipped my drink and ignored the hungry stares of those trying to catch my eye.
“Are you sure about this?”
I glanced at my brother and gave a subtle nod. His green eyes were focused on a redhead’s ass across the lawn.
“When?” he asked next, still staring.
“As soon as possible,” I responded, just as quietly. This time, it was Jax who gave a subtle nod. He knew just as well as I did that this could get messy.
Seth Borgia had been a thorn in our sides for far too long. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to take a hammer to his head. The last time I tried to kill the slimy bastard, everything went wrong.
Too many innocent people were killed from my lack of planning. But that was then, and this was now. You couldn’t simply kill a founding Black Onyx member. I knew that now. Everything had been perfectly planned down to the last detail this time.
