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I saw her judgement in every glance. She looked down at my mess, at the shards of glass from the glass I smashed, her lips pinched in a thin line.

“At least I make an effort to be a decent human being and show some empathy. You can’t even do that.”

Shit. She had me there.

“Well, sweetheart, you are not my girlfriend, so keep your empathy and your unsolicited advices to yourself,” I spat the words out, disgust coloring every syllable. “I don’t need your pity, and I sure as hell don’t need your concern.”

The room fell silent for a moment as Red’s eyes welled up with tears. She looked hurt, and for a second, I felt guilty for being such an asshole.

“I’m glad I’m not your girlfriend,” she shouted, making my ears ring, “because you’re a terrible person, and you’d only fuck up someone who truly cares about you.”

Ouch, that stung.

My laughter came out as a growl. Here we were, arguing about who was more fucked up. No way in hell I was letting her get the last word.

“Cheers for that.”

I heard her sigh, but I didn’t turn around. Didn’t want to see that look of disappointment in her eyes. Didn’t want to see how she thought less of me. I just wanted her gone.

Red was caught in my cycle of bullshit—my victim and my savior. I was the loaded gun, and she kept pulling the trigger, hoping for a different outcome. But the chambers were always full, and each shot tore through both of us, leaving nothing but scarred flesh and shattered dreams.

That’s when I knew we were done. The argument had gone somewhere we couldn’t come back from. It was for the best. I was too broken for her, too far gone to be saved.

I didn’t even hear her leave. Didn’t realize she was gone until the front door slammed shut behind her.

And there I was, alone with the wreckage I’d created—just the way I liked it.

My heart ached, but only for a moment before the darkness swallowed it whole. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the counter and poured it straight into my mouth, stepping barefoot over the broken glass like it wasn’t even there. The fiery liquid scorched its way down my throat, welcoming the sting of the cigarette I lit next.

It tasted like poison, but fuck, that’s exactly what I needed.

“To the only thing that understands me,”I muttered darkly, taking a long, deep gulp.

Red was gone, and the whiskey was here to stay. She was right about one thing, though: booze wasn’t solving shit. But it sure as hell helped me forget for a little while.

As the world started to spin, I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly everything aligned. The alcohol, the rage, the silence—it was almost fucking poetic.

Chapter 19

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She leaned in closer, her eyes locked on mine, and began to lick the tip of my dick, savoring the taste of my pre-cumlike it was her last meal.

Her tongue darted out, teasing me, before she swallowed me whole. I groaned, feeling her lips stretch around my shaft, her cheeks hollowing out as she took me deep.

My eyes rolled back in pleasure as she began to suck me off like it was her last chance to survive, her mouth sliding up and down my length, her tongue swirling around my head. I groaned softly, my hands gripping the sheets as my hips thrusted up into her, shoving my cock deeper into her throat.

She was deep-throating me, her gag reflex tickling my dick, making those sloppy, wet sounds every time I pushed in a little too hard. Fuck, it was hot.

I reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her closer, feeling the strands brush against my thighs as she worked me over.

She sucked so hard she could barely breathe, using my cock like a damn oxygen mask. I touched her face, and she turned away, cheeks red from lack of air. Didn’t matter. I shoved her head down, forcing her to take me deeper. She gasped, then got back to sucking, tears streaming down her face from the effort.

I shut my eyes, focusing on the tight heat of her mouth, her tongue swirling around me as her throat muscles squeezed around me. The veins on my cock were bulging, ready to fucking burst.

I groaned, the sound vibrating through my cock and into her throat. I was so close to cumming, but I held back, wanting to fuck her properly first.

With a loud pop, I pulled out of her mouth. She looked up at me, eyes glazed with lust, lips wet and swollen. I grabbed her hair again, dragging herto her feet and shoving her onto the bed. She landed with a moan, legs spread wide, showing off that perfect pussy.

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