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“Sorry about that.” Sweeping my hair over my other shoulder, Rot exposes my neck and kisses me just below my ear, soft and sweet. Lingering.Something odd flip-flops in my middle that I’ve never felt before. So I don’t overanalyze it or let whatever it is ruin the mood, I massage his balls again, and his kiss turns into a sharp nip at my neck.
“Good girl,” he purrs, and just like that, our world fades back into hot, hedonistic fun. Just the way I like it. Just the way it should be.
Chapter
Eighteen
Tuckinginto my berry parfait for breakfast, I lazily swirl my spoon and stare into the mixture, watching the granola chunks disappear as I try not to vomit. Coffin is at it again. Every morning for the past, I don’t know how long, this has been the start of my day. Who needs television when you have the world’s most over-the-top sex to hear or watch? Ya know, whichever tickles my fancy.
I rest my elbows on the island as Coffin bends Tiffany over the very same island, only on the opposite side, and proceeds to fuck her brains out. Not that she has any brains if she’s willing to fuck Coffin. If that wasn’t already annoying enough, she’s loud. Obnoxious, fake, porn star loud.
Remember yesterday when I was moping in Necro’s office, telling you about her preferential treatment? This is part of the bullshit.
Mama disappears like a coward when Coffin trots in with his big, scarred muscles, cocky smile, and his woman in tow. Every. Single. Morning.
Did you catch what I said?
Every.
Single.
God Forsaken.
Morning.
Looking up from my bowl, I don’t even pretend not to see them. Tiffany is in a full face of makeup, perky tits out, with her flawless skin and perfectly straight brown hair. Her mouth is agape as she moans far too loudly to be authentic.
Shaking my head at this pitiful display, I scoop up a bit of my parfait and don’t even bother to threaten them with it when I launch the entire scoop at the couple.
It smacks Ms. Fake Orgasm in the face.
Score!
She screeches as white yogurt with bits of berry slides down her cheek and plops on the island.
“Whoopsie.” I giggle, far too pleased with myself.
“Sola!” Coffin roars, pulls out of his woman, and marches around the island with his hard dick swinging like a baseball bat, acting like he’s gonna do something to me. Ha. Right. I gather another spoonful and fling it right at the rude dick-for-brains. It lands in the middle of his too-perfect pecs and slides down his washboard abs like some sexy food commercial.
Ugh.
Why are they all so attractive?
When I dip in for a third helping, Coffin rips the spoon from my hand and throws it across the room. It clatters against the floor as I remain on my stool and stare up at the massive prick with a prick just as massive.
I hold my head high and refuse to back down.
He could kill me.
But he hasn’t yet.
Something tells me that between Mama and Rot, his murder hands are tied. Too bad for him because I’m just getting started.
I’m not in the mood for their antics today.
Enough is enough.
I slept like shit. Wanna know why?
