Page 5 of Queen Of Dark Money

Andoh, boy, fucking didIever.Isucked those two fingers like they were his cock andIwas gunning for a gold medal.Isucked and licked and swirled my tongue around them likeIwas trying to find out how many licks it took to get to the center.Iwould’ve kept sucking and licking and fucking his fingers with my mouth if he hadn’t reared back, yanked his cock out of me as we both came, and coated my pussy with hot ropes of his seed.

Alittle of it dripped down between my asscheeks, mingling with my sweat, arousal, and cum to make a puddle on the sheets.

JustasIwas about to reach up and drag him down for a second round, the whole house went dark, every light cut off instantaneously.

“Shit,” he muttered, stuffing his cock back into his pants without a second glance in my direction. “Cleanyourself up.Realitycalls.”

Andjust like that, he was walking out of my room as if nothing happened, leaving me a ruined and needy mess on this bed he’d loaned me, my underwear still shoved roughly to the side, one tit hanging out of my bra, hair wild and knotted, chest heaving from the sexathonI’djust been blasted through.

Ifelt used, degraded, and so fucking boneless thatIwould do it all again for one more orgasm.

Well-played,Dominic.Well-played, indeed.

CHAPTER TWO

KENZIE

Fuck.

Whenyou're lacking any words to describe the situation you find yourself in,fuckis usually a good start.

Andfuckwas precisely what this situation called for right now.

She'ddone a damn good job of hiding the test results and her failing health from me, but the facts were staring me right in the face, courtesy of the emergency room doctor that just admitted my mother for monitoring.

"She'sdying," he'd said, as if he could drop a bomb like that on someone and expect them to process anything that was saidafter.Izoned out after those two words, and nowIstood in the hallway of the hospital cafeteria, the scent of sterilization chemicals and sickness stinging my nostrils asIheld those damn test results in tight fists.MaybeifIstared at them long enough, something would change.LikeIcould will her better through sheer desire alone.

Iknew whatIhad to do.Therewas only one personIknew who had the kind of money it would take to make her better.Andunfortunately for me, he'd long ago blocked my number, andIhis—bad blood didn't tend to resolve itself in our family.Wemutually burned that bridge long ago, andIdidn't plan to cross it again.

Butof course life would fuck me with no lube in such a way that would make me go crawling back to him, begging for help.

Hewouldn't give it, butI'dtry, for her.

Mymother sacrificed everything for me.TheleastIcould do for her was suck up my pride and try.

"I'mtryingto reachDistrictAttorneySinclair, please?—"

Thewoman on the other end of the line was abrupt and cut me off with a snarky sass that would put lesser people on guard. "Doyou have an appointment with him?Mr.Sinclairis a very busy man?—"

Isassed her right back. "Iwasn't aware you needed an appointment to call your representatives.Butperhaps the newspaper would like to know that his secretary is insisting we can't reach out to?—"

"Yes, yes, sorry," she snapped, "I'llsee if he's available.Hold, please."Iheard the telltale click of being put on hold and smiled.

AndIhadn't even had to break out my 'daughter of the year' lines.Howconvenient.

Afew minutes sailed by asIsat in that cramped waiting room, my knee bouncing wildly, faster than a fucking bee's wings vibrate, it felt like.Istared off at the far wall and chewed on the cuticle of my thumb, thoughIknewI'dbe cursing myself later for the nervous action.Therewas no hold music, andIhad to fight the urge to pull the phone away from my ear to make sureIhadn't been disconnected.I'dmade my threat.Thelikelihood of being hung up on after that posturing was slim tonone.Shewas probably just leaving me on hold to fuck with me?—

"EddySinclairhere; sorry for the wait.HowcanIhelp you?"

Hisvoice was fake.Everythingabout the man who'd ejaculated into my mother and walked away with one of his daughters in tow, leaving the other and his ex to languish in poverty, was nothing but a colossal ass lie.Evenon screen, he was playing a game, a long con.Hewasn't even a good actor, but the masses were easily fooled by what theywantedto see.

Andeveryone wanted to believeEddySinclairwas aGoodGuy.

"Alwaysa pleasure to hear your voice,Father,"Icouldn't help but spit out, my anger and the grief of the day finally catching up with me.Icouldn't even play at civility, and there was a strong likelihood that he'd just hang up on me anyhow and block the hospital's number.Ihad, after all, used their payphone to circumvent his block of my personal phone.

"You," he breathed, a shuffling noise echoing down the line as he no doubt shut his door and scrambled to ensure we weren't overheard. "Whyare you calling me?IthoughtImade it expressly clear thatIwant nothing to do with you or your mother?—"

"Oh, you did,"Iagreed, twirling the old-school coiled phone wire around a finger asIglanced around likeIwas expectingG-men to show up and kidnap me for the transgression. "Andas much asIhated doing this?—"

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