Page 6 of Frenemies

Sometimes I swore I could smell her sweet perfume. While I really fucking missed that heavenly scent, I also despised it. It represented everything I couldn’t have.

My eyes dropped to the bag sticking out of the whore’s cleavage. There was one thing that let me forget those bright green eyes.

I plucked the coke out from her tits and spun her around, so her back was against the wall.

“Favors first,” I growled while tapping a line of white powder across her chest.

Two seconds later, I sucked that shit up my nose like a motherfucking hoover. The haunting face in the back of my mind faded as the drugs tingled through my system. I threw my head back and groaned, enjoying the way every nerve in my body lit up.

“That’s it, Baby,” the whore leaned in, melting her body up against my chest as her hands began unbuckling my belt. “You just relax and let me take care of you.”

I stared down at her, feeling the hesitation tug at the back of my mind, but as soon as her hand slipped in my jeans and wrapped around my shaft, the green eyes judging me dissipated. It was better this way.

Men like me didn’t deserve happiness.

We didn’t make families or fall in love because it only created more victims. Naomi was strong. She’d get over it. For all I knew, she’d moved on already.

That thought shouldn’t piss me off–I’m the one that left after all–but it did. Was she in someone else’s bed? Was he touching her right now? Instead of killing the prick that dared to put his hands on my girl, I took my anger out on the whore, stroking my cock.

My hand shot out, squeezing her neck until she was slapping my arm and gasping for air.

“Can’t… breathe,” she sputtered.

I cocked my head and lifted my eyes to the desperation glinting in her dark depths. Naomi wasn’t my girl. She was Chase’s, and he was gone. Meaning she was somebody else’s princess now. Down on her knees for them instead of me.

“P–p–please.”

“Shut up,” I growled and slammed the whore into the wall.

The stuck-up princess was out of my reach, but this bitch was mine to use. And using her was exactly what I was gonna do.

While she coughed and sputtered, I pulled a condom out of my pocket and tore it open with my teeth.

“I’m gonna give you one chance to tell me where they are,” I pulled out my dick, rolled the condom down my shaft, and arched a brow at her. “Or things will get really bad for you.”

Gotta say the girl was good at her job. As soon as I loosened my grip on her throat, she licked her lips and blinked her eyes down at my cock.

“It’s just you and me in here, Baby,” she reached down, wrapping her hand around my shaft. “Are you going to let me have a taste first?”

Tempting, but the bitch couldn’t talk if her mouth was full.

When I didn’t answer, she gave me a fake frown and sighed. “Alright, Baby. Just tell me how you want me.”

Stupid bitch thought I wanted her pussy? That made me laugh. I had a much tighter hole in mind.

Without a word, I dragged her over to the counter, slammed her face down next to the sink, and shoved my thumb in her ass.

She squealed and hopped from one foot to the other. “I don’t do that.”

Like I gave a fuck. I gave her a way out, but she stuck to her halfwit plan to set me up. Bitch had it coming.

I pressed my palm into her back, holding her down while I lined my cock up.

“You had your chance,” was the only warning she got before I smashed in her backdoor.

My heightened senses caused me to groan as I forced my cock in deeper. The way her muscles clenched, trying to force me out, sent a shiver down my spine. But it was the scream that erupted from the bitch’s lips that almost made me bust a nut.

She fought, reached back, and clawed at my stomach. I didn’t give a shit—I liked the bite of her nails. It was a fruitless endeavor anyway. Something she quickly figured out. Before long, her body gave into my harsh thrusts and went limp.

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