Page 41 of White Hole

Motoring the familiar highway toward Springfield, I turned up Metallica. The drums and guitar lines helped me focus on the task at hand. I had my blackmailer to consider before stressing about Kinsley. My anger rose within me each mile I drove towards the motel.

Once I parked in the lot, I quickly jumped out of the truck and marched to the room on a mission. Knocking on the faded red door, I checked my back pocket for a condom. Feeling the plastic wrapper, my shoulders relaxed slightly.

Gianna opened the door in another lingerie getup, this one green. I brushed past her into the room and slammed the door, locking it. Turning to her, I stuck my finger straight in her face.

“Let’s get something straight, Gianna. I could hurt you. I could fucking kill you. You don’t want that, do you?” I was walking her body backward until she hit the wall by the far bed.

“Ooh, I like when you’re rough with me, Georgie.” She lifted a finger and dragged it down my cheek. “But if I die, the audio will be released. You, your brothers,andyour mother will suffer. I know you don’t give a shit about the Chief.”

I cracked my jaw.

“I’m not impregnating you.” I grabbed her arms and slung her around, throwing her on the bed. She landed with a thud. I wondered how difficult it would be to twist someone’s neck until they died.

“George!”

Grasping her red hair, I dragged her over to the edge. “Take my cock out.” She unzipped my jeans and pulled it out. “Get me hard. Suck. If you bite, I’ll make sure you don’t have any teeth left.”

Gianna was a good cocksucker, but not as good as Kinsley. I tried to focus on Sin’s face and lips, letting my head drop back and watching the ceiling instead of my ex-stepmother.

Grabbing the back of her head, I shoved into her stretched mouth repeatedly. She gagged and tried to back up. I grasped her neck with my other hand and tried to cut her air off. She turned bright red. Could I do this? Could I fucking kill her? At the last moment, I let go and pulled back.

“George, this isn’t how this works.” She spat, gasping for a breath. “You need—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Wrenching her waist with my hands, I flipped her over to her stomach and spread her legs. After rolling on my condom, I let my jeans drop to the floor.

Clutching a handful of her auburn locks, I pulled until her head was at an awkward angle. Hocking up some saliva, I spit in her open mouth while I shoved my cock all the way inside her. She screamed, and I clamped my other hand over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

She wailed around the skin of my palm. Using her head as leverage, I ripped into her with my full length over and over, pounding into her with every bit of rage and hurt and pain I’d ever had. It was the definition ofhate fuck.

When she came all over my dick, I yanked myself out of her. Ripping off the condom, I stroked myself to completion. I spunked jizz all over her back and in her hair.

“There’s your hush money. How’s it feel to constantly get fucked by men that can’t stand you?” She rolled over to look at me with a face full of tears. Her black mascara had run down each cheek. “You feel powerful? You feelin control?”

She sniffed and tried to sit up, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Finally! That shut you up. My cock seems to do that to a lot of women... I’m done here.” Reaching down to pull up my pants, I bolted out the door and to my truck. I made it to the diner about two miles down the road before pulling over and banging my head against the steering wheel.

I was a piece of shit. Why was it that this woman hurt me since I was fourteen, andIwas ashamed for pummeling her, for treating her like garbage? Not to mention feeling like I’d just cheated on Kinsley. Just like my father…

Throwing open my truck door, I jumped out in time to vomit all over the gravel of the lot. I clasped my hands together and put them on my forehead, leaning back for a breath. Wiping my mouth, I got back into my truck and headed home.

Kinsley and I weren’t together. I was pretty sure I annoyed her as much as she annoyed me. I was planning to fuck Sins all night long in her bed. Now, I felt like a big asshole for having sex with my ex-stepmom. Even if it wasn’t consensual.

Fortunately, when I entered the manor, no one was around to irritate me more. I went directly to the telescope in my room. I wanted to fade into outer space.

No sound.

No gravity.

Freedom.

Maybe being an automaton wouldn’t be so bad. I could just shut everything off and perform. Do what was required of me. Be a drone. Drones didn’t feel ashamed, and they weren’t assholes that cheated on their non-girlfriends.

For the next few days, I avoided Sins. I should not have been involved in her life. I’d only bring her problems she didn’t need. I already had, she just didn’t know. It was wrong of me to use her body like I had. She was my ultimate sin.

Sitting on a bench at the gym, I couldn’t stop thinking of her. Why couldn’t I? Mulling over my shame for cheating on someone who wasn’t mine was ridiculous. I felt guilt, like I owed her something.

A white towel was shoved in my face, breaking my thought loop. Xavier smirked, and I took the towel from him with a nod.

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