Page 17 of Hollow Heart

I nod slowly. “Yes, so while itsucksthat Sullivan Reign has decided to move on from such a phenomenal tour, I can honestly say working with one of rock’s very ownpillars, is bound to be quite an amazing experience.”

Then I turn to the camera once more, flashing my own grin.

“So make sure you grab your tickets to thePillars of Rocktour, and I’ll see you there, motherfuckers.”

I get up just as the camera crew curses, knowing they didn’t have enough time to bleep me out on the air.

Karen scrambles behind me and people run every which way like chickens with their heads cut off, but I don’t give a shit.

Fucking Karen thinks she can sit there and talk to me like a damn child, she’s got another think coming.

“Felix, you were amazing up there!” A voice stops me in my track, just before I get to my dressing room. Lou is hot on my tail, and I don’t want to hear his snide comments about how I’m such a dumbass right now.

The woman who stands in front of me is cute, by conventional standards. She’s short, curvy, and has poker-straight blonde hair with a spray tan to match, just like Sully prefers.

A part of me wonders if she’s been in his bed, but that only makes me angrier.

I sneer at her, as she looks up at me with big doe eyes, like I’m a fucking messiah or some shit.

All obsessed fans have the same look. Like they’re just self-sacrificial lambs throwing themselves at you to be slaughtered.

Which gives me an idea, as I see Lou pushing past a cameraman.

“Thanks, doll. But we both know why you’re really here, so let’s cut the shit. I have about five minutes before my manager rips me a new asshole, and I’d like to spend those next five minutes coming down your throat.Capisce?”

I force a grin. I know she’ll submit, they always do.

Anything to get in my fucking pants, so they can gossip to their friends and anyone who will listen that they sucked off a famous rockstar.

Her cheeks redden, but she nods as I open my dressing room door, pulling us inside.

“On your knees,” I command, wasting no time. She drops like a hot potato as I unbuckle my belt, unzip the zipper.

Pulling out my cock, I chuckle to myself, thinking about what a difference twelve hours makes.

I close my eyes, and I pretend she’s someone else.

Someone with dark features, a deep growl. Someone who can throw me around like the piece of shit I am and make mesubmit.

Someone who can fucking punish me.

Anger over my former lover mingles with my need for release. I prefer to do this high, but Lou didn’t leave me much time to piss around before we left, which I’m sure was his intent. He needed me sober for this interview.

I thrust my cock into the back of her throat and she gags, the sound spurring me into release, and I curse as I slam myself into her mouth, filling her with my cum, just as Lou opens the damn door.

“Jesus Christ, Felix,” he growls as the woman chokes and sputters.

I barely have my cock out before he’s helping her up.

“I’m so sorry about this, Miss,” Lou says as he helps her up. She wipes her lips on the back of her hand, her cheeks still red.

“It’s nothing, I promise. I’m fine.”

Lou glares at me as I stuff my cock back in my pants, zip up, and proceed to head to my gift basket full of snacks.

“I’ll just... um... it was really nice meeting you, Felix,” she says with that unmistakable adoration that’s sold me millions of records.

“Uh huh,” I answer, giving her my back. The longer she stays here the worse I’ll feel, and I want to keep my momentary buzz.

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