Page 35 of The Dollhouse

To get Zoey fucked, in other words. To fuck her so hard and so fast she would have nothing smart to say after. No snarky comebacks. No hateful eyes. Nothing but a quivering body and the heat that surely gathered between her legs.

Once I was out, I positioned myself behind her, licking my fingers before reaching between her and finding her opening, running those same fingers along her. Zoey let out a gasp, and I knew why. She was already wet, and I couldn’t help but wonder just what the hell she’d been dreaming about before I woke her up.

Me? Roman? The both of us?

Or was it that fucking ex Roman had looked into?

I couldn’t say why, but the thought of it possibly being someone else made me feel a certain kind of irate. If I had a say, Zoey wouldn’t dare think about anyone else. Not anyone from her past, and not anyone other than me or Roman ever again.

Hmm. All right, fine. Maybe I was a little possessive over her, too.

A ragged breath left me when I grabbed the base of my cock and guided myself in, pushing my dick up into her cunt, its tight, wet walls taking me in easily. Zoey let out a muffled cry, her entire body pushed against the wall when I filled her up.

With the phone resting on the dresser in arm’s reach, with Roman listening in on the line, I did what I did best: I fucked her. I fucked Zoey Marbella so rough and so hard I couldn’t think straight. The only thing I wanted was my release, and I wanted it inside of her. I wanted to dirty up this clean body, to remind her how much she melted when my cock was rammed inside her.

We both breathed hard, Zoey’s body caught between the wall and a hard place: my cock. My arms encircled her on the wall, my head leaning down as I grunted with each thrust. I wanted her to hear me, to know, without a doubt, it was me. Me, and me alone. No Roman this time. Just her and me, and a lesson she won’t soon forget.

Even when Roman wasn’t here, she wasn’t safe from me. All I had to do was talk to Roman, tell him how bad she was behaving, and he’d surely let me take her.

The thought… it was almost too tempting, just like she was.

I couldn’t even say what it was about her. I had no idea why she drove me crazy, but she did. Was this what Roman felt when he thought about her, when he saw her bent over and taking my dick? How the fuck did he function every day, with thoughts of her trapped inside his head?

I didn’t do relationships or anything stupid like that. The only thing I cared about was getting my dick wet. Or, at least, that had always been the case before now. Now, I… fuck.

My eyelids squeezed shut as I slammed into her hard, causing her to cry out. I could feel the swelling of my balls, the sweet, hot release that was soon to come, and I let out a growl when it came, when the pleasure released from me in an almost violent way. My body tensed behind hers, my chest pushing her harder against the wall as my cock spewed deep inside that tight pussy.

Though the last thing I wanted to do was pull out of her, it was exactly what I did, and as I did so, as I reached down and put myself away, Roman’s voice came on the phone: “Good. Now, Carter, don’t let her clean herself up.”

Still breathing hard, I said, “Will do, boss. Anything else?”

“No.” And then he hung up, leaving me to deal with her.

I took my time in moving to the sofa, sitting there with my knees spread apart, my eyes glued to her backside. Her skin had become flushed during the fuck session, a bit sweaty. My cock still ached with a need, but I held myself back, glaring at her.

Zoey tried to turn around, tried to move from her position on the wall, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“Ah, ah,” I said. “Don’t move.”

She set both hands flat upon the wall again, throwing a glare at me over her shoulder. “He said not to clean off your cum—not that I couldn’t move—”

“True,” I relented, “but I’m telling you not to move. I want you to stand there and feel it dribbling down your thighs, and when it dries, I want you to realize that you don’t just belong to Roman. You’re mine, too.”

Zoey groaned, fully annoyed with me, but she did as she was told. If she didn’t, she knew I could always whip out my phone again and give Roman another call. She stood there, leaning against the wall, freshly fucked, with my cum dribbling down her inner thighs like the little slut she was.

My slut. Roman’s slut. Ours.

Oh, yeah. That would never get old.

The days passed in a blur. Time itself was an odd one when you weren’t really paying attention to it. I made it out like I hated every single day I had to babysit Zoey, but in reality, I didn’t. That didn’t stop me from putting up a front, though, from telling Roman I’d rather do literally anything else.

Whether or not he believed me or whether it was simply fate, but one night he needed my help on a job, so I had to leave Zoey and take my place at his side once again.

That had been three hours ago, and now Roman and I were back at his place. I had some explaining to do, apparently, if the bullet in my arm was any indication.

Roman took me to the room where he kept all of his medical supplies. He sat me on the chair in the middle of the room, glowering. A bit of blood splattered on his cheek, staining the white undershirt of his suit, but he didn’t care. He simply stormed to the glass cabinets in the corner of the room, got out a metal tray, along with anything else he might need.

Me? I simply sat there, biting back the pain, wondering why the fuck I’d been so careless. You didn’t deal in shady business, in blackmail and family business when your mind just wasn’t in it.

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