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“I know what you mean. I saw the visions. I felt them, but I didn’t have the headache as strongly. Once you touched me, the world seemed right again.” Kane gave a small grin to her and nodded.

“Do you think you can handle the university today?” he asked.

“I need to get this under control, and we need to figure out what’s happening with Krauss. Let’s do it.”

“Together, baby, together.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Krauss looked down at his shaking hands and cursed his fate once more. A surgeon, a skilled mind of the finest quality, and he was reduced to emergency room medicine. His abilities were the best of anyone the city had ever known. Renowned for his calm demeanor, even during the most traumatic events, his skill was sought after by presidents!

Everything changed a few years ago. One horrible night that turned his world upside down and sent the trajectory of his life down all the wrong paths.

He looked at the blonde lying face down on his bed. Her bare ass tempted him to stay. She was always a willing participant in his games, her bloodlust and violent nature far outmatched his own. Last night, she was particularly adventurous, which only made him harder. Their little excursions would catch someone’s attention soon, though. He would need to remind her to use some discretion in their games.

He looked down at his hands once more, the slight trembling becoming more in control since taking the medication. His face was still young and handsome, his body still lean and fit. He was too young for this, too skilled for this tragedy. The phone buzzed against the counter, and the blonde-haired woman squirmed at the noise disturbing her sleep. She opened her legs wide, and he grinned as he picked up the cell phone.

“Yes, brother,” he said in a condescending attitude.

“Good morning to you too,” said his brother on the other end of the line. “Are you going to be able to go to work tonight?”

“I’m getting ready now,” he said as he moved toward the bed. His finger glided down the crack of her ass, finding the wetness he knew would be there. She only moaned her enjoyment, and he shoved the digit hard into her. She opened wider, pushing herself onto her knees, her face still planted against the soft sheets.

“Good, you need to be at work. It will make you feel better,” he said.

“I appreciate your concern, dear brother, but I’m fine. Truly.”

“I know you are. I love you. You know that, right?”

The pit in his stomach opened up, and for a moment, the guilt assailed him. His brother did love him. He knew that. But if he found out about his side entertainment, there would be no pride or no love left for him.

“I know. I love you too. I’ll speak with you later.”

He closed the phone and turned his attention back to the blonde, who was moaning, humping his finger. He stood and unzipped his pants. This would be fast, but he needed relief before heading into the hospital.

“Open up,” he commanded.

She did as she was told. She always did as told, spreading her knees wider, the pink juice of her pussy filling his senses. He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, mercilessly driving his cock inside her, pumping with madness and fury. Feeling the need to release his anger this afternoon, he pulled out and shoved his cock inside her ass.

She cried out in pain from the lack of lubricant, but he ignored her, yanking her head back with a fist full of hair.

“Shut up, you bitch! You love this. You love this, don’t you? Say it! Say you love it!” She cried out again at the intense invasion.

“Y-yes-yes, I love it… harder… harder…” she said between sobs.

He continued to drive into her, his balls slapping against the slickness of her pussy. He cried out like a wounded animal as he released inside her anus. The thick creamy essence of his anger was evident on her ass. He slapped her bare cheek hard, leaving a fine red handprint.

Zipping his pants, he headed toward the door.

“Will you be back tonight?” she asked, turning over and smiling at him. The little whore loved it. She acted as if she was hurt, wounded, but the bitch loved it all – the pain, the violence.

“Maybe, maybe not. Just be here when I get home.”

She nodded like the good little girl she was. He closed the door behind him and stepped inside the sleek new sports car he had purchased for himself, revving the engine as he pulled away.

I will get my revenge. No one will question me!

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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