Page 46 of Property of Necro
I bled her. End of story. He doesn’t need to make this more than it is. So what… if… never mind… It doesn’t matter.
“Are you done fightin’ this?” He jerks his chin at Sola.
“No.”
“Are you gonna treat her like you’ve been treatin’ her again tomorrow?”
I shrug. “I dunno. Probably.” What does he expect me to say? Oh. Yeah. I love her. She’s mine. Blah. Blah. Fucking. Blah. No. I’m not like him. Neither is Necro. The sooner he gets that shit outta his thick skull, the better.
Shaking his head, Rot sighs. “You know she deserves better.”
“Yeah,” I agree as I tip Sola’s head to the side and wipe the remnants of blood from her neck before applying a sterile bandage. It’s the least I can do. “But I’m not better,” I remind him. “I’m not a good person, and neither is Necro.”
“Neither am I.”
I snort at Rot’s stupidity. “Not true. You clean up our messes. You’re the best of us.” He’s got a good heart. I can’t say the same for most people, but Rot’s solid.
A blush creeps up his cheeks. “Oh. Stop it.” He waves me off, and I bite back a grin at how uncomfortable I make him. “You’re bein’ nice. It’s creepy.”
“Yeah. Well. How’s this… The next brother to look at Sola will get their eyeballs carved out?” I offer, by way of getting him to shut the fuck up about her and what just went down.
“Not our eyeballs, right?” Rot smirks and gestures to himself and then to Necro, leaning against the wall, watching us.
I reach out and lightly punch his stomach. “No. Dumbass.”
Rubbing the fresh pink mark on his abs, he laughs it off. “Just checkin’. Ya know, since you carved a C into her.”
“Will you drop it?” I snarl and toss the bloodied gauze on the mattress as I glare up at the annoying bastard.
“Fine.” He pushes off the doorframe and walks past me to the end of my bed. “But what are you gonna do about the new girl you brought home?”
“She ain’t a girl. She’s a whore,” I correct. He doesn’thave to humanize everybody. Not everyone deserves that level of kindness. Some people are low-life pieces of shit. Rot knows that as well as anybody.
“What’s the difference?” he asks.
“Can we change the subject?” I collect the bloodied gauze and squish it in my fist as I get to my feet and glare at Rot, hoping he gets what I’m puttin’ down. Enough is enough.
“Sure. For now.” The asshole flashes me a wicked grin and pushes Sola’s legs apart to give us a clear view of her swollen, well-used pussy. Cum leaks out of her hole and drips onto the comforter. Climbing onto the mattress, Rot slides in between her legs, face-first.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get up. Leave her be.”
Looking up, Rot waggles his dark brows and nods toward Sola’s pussy. “There’s cum.”
“So?”
“I’m gonna clean her up.”
My stomach pitches at the thought. “That’s… You’re disgusting.”
He shrugs as if he doesn’t give a flying fuck what I think as he slips between her parted thighs and laps the excess cum. Like some sick pro, he pushes down lightly on her belly, and when he groans, I assume he’s gotten himself a mouthful.
I stare at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’re eating our cum.”
He hums, licking Sola more, enough to rouse her and a little tiny moan to slip free.
I comb my fingers through Sola’s damp hair to calm her. “Shhhh. Rot’s just cleaning you up,” I soothe, and thatsounds weird, even to me. I don’t soothe. Fuck. What is wrong with me?
Sola cups the back of his head, pushing Rot in further like she wants him to keep going… Like they’ve done this before.
