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My date bores me to no end, and she knows it. Right now, her hand’s landed on my dick on top of my pants, her intentions clear.
Of course there’s some hardening. After all, itisa hand massaging my junk, but after another few seconds, I pick up her hand and give it back to her.
I haven’t fucked anyone since things got weird in my room and I fucked the hell out of MG. It’s Magdalena, but I like MG. It’s snotty and gives me space to use it with derision. But yeah, it’s been a good handful of days of goddamn celibacy.
It’s got nothing to do with anything,I amend. Not the softness, not the violent roughness that surged out of control. I’m just bored.
I sent MG back to Hendrick after fucking her hard once more in the foyer, her on her hands and knees and me taking her from behind… I don’t think I’ve cum as much as I have with her. Not in one night.
Upstairs, I ate her twice, a nasty little foray into manipulation by making it seductive that somehow turned back on me. I fucked her, and then as the sun started to poke its nose into the gray of the morning, told her to get out.
After I took her that last time in the foyer, really not wanting to stop yet, I sent her in the torn shirt, the tie, and one of my coats to Hendrick. She looked like a fucking mess, dripping with my cum from her holes.
I got her a car, knowing she wouldn’t take it, essentially sending her out on her own, like a discarded piece of nothing.
Keep telling yourself that, you fuck.
Thing is, it’s both true and a lie. I told her to go. But I didn’t expect her to do that. And the car was a bluff because I knew she wouldn’t take it. I didn’t know she’d go and leave.
MG isn’t a woman who follows orders.
And I—
“Gotta go,” I say to my date, who’s name escapes me.
She starts to protest and reaches for me, but I tune her out and slide free of her. Then I call over the waiter, pay the bill, and just get up and leave.
Carlos is around somewhere. I don’t really need him, but I like him. In a way, it’s like having a friend. That you pay.
As Quinate, I have about a hundred friends to hang out with whenever I choose, but honestly, there’s not one person I actually want to spend time with. They all want something.
I start walking through New Town in the drizzle. There’s no destination in mind.
Why the fuck has MG not called me? Apart from anything, it’s her fucking job. I’m still paying her to get me the necklace.
If Hendrick thinks the Heart of Dark Desires won’t end up with me again, then he’s a bigger fucking fool than I thought.
MG doing her fucking job is the only reason I want to hear from her.
That, and I might feel a little guilty. Sort of. I wasn’t nice. Or kind. Not that I’m nice. Not that I do kind. Only to Lili and Lili’s dead. I failed her, my one fucking purpose. But there’s kind and there’s…not decent. I’m not decent, but…fuck. I don’t know.
I’m usually something better than I was. Because I was a grade A fuckwad, a royal bastard.
I lost control. Got too savage.
She liked it. She came each time. It was intense. Insanely intense sex that took things to the edge of everything, but my anger gave it a bitterness, made me rougher, crueler than I normally am.
Too fucking violent. Too close to my father…
That thought stings in different ways.
I usually let the woman know exactly what I’ll do and the humiliation and pain and roughness and all the games have parameters.
This didn’t.
Unbound and wild and dangerous. And full of hate and anger and lust.
I went way further than I ever do. As a big man, I’m aware of my strength. Overpowering MG wasn’t just hot, it was easy.
