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His pleasure feeds my need, and I try so hard to accept his length, but I have no idea what I’m doing and all I can think is to keep breathing through my nose like he told me.

When he makes a choking sound, I glance up, studying his expression. With his eyes closed, I’m spared the emotion I don’t want to see.

His mouth is pulled back in a beautiful snarl, and I feel a glow of pride that I’m bringing this man so much pleasure. Me.

Except he opens his eyes, meets my gaze, and pulls back. I lick my lips and work my aching jaw as he grabs the head of his penis and rasps, “Lick the tip.”

Curious, I lick around the head like an ice cream cone. His salty warm skin feels odd against my tongue, but it’s not unpleasant. He’s gripping it so hard that the veins bulge on the underside and I eye his hole before touching the tip of my tongue there.

”Fuck,” he gasps before grabbing my head and thrusting deep. Immediately I gag again but this time, he doesn't wait for me to catch up. He thrusts like his life depends on it and all I can do is hold on for the ride.

“Swallow,” he grunts, the tone harsh in the quiet. I cringe at the sloppy sound of my spit as he pumps into my mouth, but I do as he says and swallow, my throat contracting painfully.

“Fuck,” he groans, and my skin tingles as his eyes slam closed, his mouth goes slack, and he jerks inside of my mouth.

Although my knees hurt, my body buzzes with need as I attempt to withstand the onslaught. It’s too much though, and I choke and gasp as he pulls free before swallowing the rest.

Leaning over me, he slams his hands against the brick wall and hangs his head. His panting breaths are the only sound while I wipe my mouth and try to regain my bearings.

When he steps back, I stand and stumble on shaky limbs, looking up for his next directive. Except he’s not looking at me and he spins on his heel before walking away, buttoning his pants as he goes.

“Wait,” I rasp, my throat raw.

Pausing, he stares at the road, his shoulders stiff. I work my mouth to tell him all the ways I need him and that I’m sorry for what I said but beats me to it.

“Can’t. If I fuck you, I’m never letting you go. Go back to your life, Lilli and stay the fuck away from mine.”

With that, he’s gone, and I stand numbly beside that dumpster, my heart in my throat, my shirt in tatters and my dignity all but gone. I’m frozen in place. I can’t move until Rachel stops before me with wide eyes.

Touching my hair swinging around my shoulders, I glance down at the buttons scattered across the ground. I’ve never felt more lost than I do at this moment, and I choke back a sob as I murmur to Rachel, “Please, not a word about this.”

She slowly nods and I bow my head, clutching the fabric of my skirt between my trembling fingers. What do I do now?

“C’mon, let’s clean you up,” she says, and I follow like a lost child as she leads me into the diner next door.

Chapter 27

Wolf

I’m at the bar, staring into my empty glass when Joker sits beside me. I don’t bother to look up. Frankly, the world is kinda spinning right now anyway so I’m pretty sure it’s not a good idea.

Beyond assuring Miriam that her sister is alive and well, I haven’t spoken about Lilli. What’s to say? She made her choice.

Besides, I’m relieved. Now I don’t have to worry about her catching feelings and as soon I can move my tongue, I’ll find another bitch to sate my needs.

“You okay, son?” Joker says and I blink open one eye. Yep, the world is definitely spinning.

“Fine,” I grunt. I suppose I should thank him for sending Draven to find Lilli. I went a little crazy wondering if she wasokay. Finding out she was back at school pretty as you please was confusing, but I knew her parents are a nightmare and so, like the fool I am, I road in there like I’m a white fucking knight or some shit.

Meanwhile, she spoke her pretty lies, expecting me to believe them.

The better part of me wanted to leave my seed inside her pristine womb because someday when she fucks another, my mark will always be there. Instead, I walked because I knew it was a slippery slope between what I want and her needs.

Now, I’m sitting here getting drunk while Joker stares at me with what I do believe is pity in his eyes. I don’t need any fucker’s pity.

“I’m out,” I slur before standing. Joker catches my arm, but I wrench away, and he says, his hands in the air, “We got news. Go sober up.”

News? For a moment, I have no idea what he's talking about and then it sinks in. Rose. While I was getting pathetically drunk over Lilli, Joker was still searching for my sister.

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