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He doesn’t care about his possessions. He means himself. I can fuck her only if I leavehimalone.
He’s willing to sacrifice his wife to save himself. Just like my father did.
Without another word, I move out of the shot and push a few buttons on the laptop to take a screenshot.
“Not that—”
Flipping my gun around so I’m holding the barrel, I knock his stomach with the handle, causing him to double over, looking just as pathetic as his limp dick still dangling over the waistband of his silk pajama pants.
“Shut the fuck up,” I grumble while taking more screenshots. Him being red-faced and hunched over gives me exactly what I need.
Satisfied with the amount of images taken, I end the video call and the squelching noises all at once.
“I only fuck my wife from the back.”
What the fuck? Why is he telling me this? And why would he do it in the first place? Backshots are great every now and then, but not every fucking time. There’re so many other positions.
Something’s wrong with him. Not her. She’s got a nice body with perfect tits for palming, not to mention lips that look like they could suck a dick like a vacuum hose. Without seeing under that mask, I was still able to piece together that she’s gorgeous.
“Ass up, face down on the mattress. She wouldn’t even know it was you. She’d think it was me.”
He’s dead fucking serious right now. He’d let another man fuck his woman. No, not even fuck her, but rape her. If another man so much as touched my girl, whether she wanted it or not, I’d break whatever hand he used.
And bullshit she wouldn’t know the difference. I don’t fuck like this guy—thatI can guarantee. I’m not wasteful like him. Even doggy style, I’d put more of that woman to use than just her pussy.
“You’ll have to wear a condom because I’m not raising a fucking defect.”
Defect? Because I’m not rich like him? Typical hollow prick.
“Or would you rather watch instead?” Kordin’s wheeze turns into a dark chuckle. “That’s why you took the pictures. You like to watch.”
Watch?
“She wouldn’t know that either. I could fuck her while you watch and nobody would know. It’d be like you were never here.”
The spots filling my vision almost keep me from seeing Kordin straighten to his full height.
“Is that good enough for you? Will that keep your filthy hands off the rest of my things, you bottom-feeder?”
My empty fist collides with the spot between his eyes, knocking him backward, then my body’s on top of his as I cut my elbow across his face again and again and again. I have to force myself to ease up and not kill him. He needs to be conscious so he can see the consequences of his actions without being able to do a goddamn thing about it.
His wife deserves to know who she’s living with.Anyonecould get into this house, and if her husband’s offering her up to me, he’d offer her up to them, too.
These types of men disgust me. My father disgusted me. All they think about is themselves. They could never, ever put someone else’s needs, someone else’slife, before theirs.
I should have her. I should take her out of here and burn this place to the ground with this fucker still inside. I’d be doing her a fucking favor. I’d be doing the world a fucking favor.
The problem is I don’t have anything to offer her. I won’t be her monster but I can’t be her savior either. I’m too busy trying to be my own family’s to be anyone else’s.
So this will have to do. I’m supposed to make it look like a typical break-in after the laptop’s in my possession, but I’m not taking the laptop. I’m leaving it all right here, out in the open, where secrets wither and die.
I push to standing and reach for the hand towel on the desk.
Coherent but just barely, Kordin lifts a finger at me, gritting out, “Not…that…”
There’s a pool of blood under his head and he’s worried about a fucking hand towel? He said the same thing about the laptop. He doesn’t want me touching dumb shit but is fine with the idea of me raping his wife.
Who’s defective? Me?
