Page 16 of Luka

“He’s got some whore bent over right now, and you haven’t even been gone a day. I guarantee it.”

Her face contorts, and she jerks, her body twisting but moving nowhere. I smile while continuing my assault. “Does it bother you knowing how replaceable you are?”

“Shut up,” she groans, her body twisting again, but I don’t think it’s out of anger this time. Her breaths are coming fast. Her chest is puffed, her nipples pebbling through the dress’s material.

“It isn’t just you.” I slip a finger into her pussy. Only one. Even though I swear I don’t give a shit, it’s somehowstill ingrained in me to respect the hymen. “We’re all easily replaceable. The world is a cruel place, sweetheart. No one is worth trusting… Although you can’t really blame the guy for sampling candy when Mommy only stocks the fridge with vegetables.”

Her mouth opens on a moan as I massage along her g-spot, but she chomps down on her teeth before the sound is fully out of her mouth.

“Aren’t you glad Uncle Luka’s here to educate you?”

“Screw you,” she growls, her face scrunched as she fights the pleasure.

“You want to?”

Her eyes burst open. “No.” She shakes her head. “No, no, I?—”

“Shhh.” My coo skitters into a laugh as I slow my circles around the girl’s clit. I cover it with my mouth, alternating between licking the nub and sucking.

The girl squirms, tiny moans escaping her. Each sound she makes eggs me on, making me suck a little harder, pump a little faster until it occurs to me that I might be enjoying this as much as she is. Or more.

The moment the girl’s pussy clamps around my finger, I look up at her face to watch her come. Her lips pinch together so tightly the pink, plump flesh turns white. A mewl crawls its way past her closed mouth despite her best attempt to stop it, and her face, twisted with ecstasy, could just as easily be twisted with pain if I didn’t know any better.

Her clenched ass finally relaxes and falls back to the mattress once she comes down from her peak. I slowly pull my finger out of her before sliding my tongue to her hole to taste the juices that flow, my eyes closing at the raw scent.

By the time I pull away, she’s crying again.

I wipe my mouth, a weird peaceful energy buzzing through me even as my cock bulges through my pants. When my phone chimes, I go to retrieve it off my dresser.

Whatever peace I felt is wiped away when I read the message on the screen. It’s from my mother.

Need you at the house ASAP.

A sigh rushes past my lips as I turn to the girl. My mother has the impeccable ability to appear in my life at just the right moment to spoil my mood.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to pick this up later.” I pull on my shirt then kiss the girl’s forehead, ignoring when she cringes. “See you soon, beautiful.”

After shoving her panties into her mouth, I grab my phone and climb the ladder down from the loft. My frown deepens with each mile closer I get to ‘home.’

5

LUKA

I’m the last one here when I pull into my mother’s circular drive, right behind my sister’s silver BMW.

Not a speck of dust is visible on the car, not even on the rims, and I know because I look for it when I get out of my car, always searching in vain for her imperfections. Her tires are perfectly straightened, and I can just see her driving here with her hands nine and three, the rod permanently stuck in her ass positioning her too close to the wheel.

My older brother’s green, soft-top Jeep is parked sideways with one tire in the rock bed my mother has as an alternative to a lawn. I shake my head at it before turning for the door that opens without me ringing the bell.

“Mr. Luka.” Anita’s head lowers in greeting as she clutches the door. She’s called me that ever since my father hired her as a maid when I was seventeen. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned how annoying it is. “They’re in the sitting room,” she says, her voice low and sympathetic, which is even more annoying.

I brush by her and head to the sitting room, my brother’s enraged voice booming through the five-bedroom house. The house isn’t nearly impressive enough for Anita to inform me where my family is.

Only my mother’s head turns my way when I reach the entrance, hands in my pockets as Leo pulls at his shaggy hair. My sister, Mila, sits perched on the couch, leaned forward with a worried look on her face. She looks ready to pounce at Leo at any minute to try to calm him.

But my mother… My mother sits cross-legged, her hands gracefully in her lap, her back straight. Her face is a mask of calm, her eyes devoid of any warmth. My mother looks every bit the ice queen she is.

“She’s with him now. I just fucking know it,” Leo growls before letting go of his hair long enough to grab a vase off the shelf and chuck it at the wall next to me. Mila gasps when it shatters, adding to the mess he’s made in here. I glance around at the smashed frames, the candlesticks broken in half.

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