Page 168 of Relentles
She began unbuttoning her black Chanel dress. “Where’s Osti?”
“He’s coming afterwefuck, Char.”
“Your dick doesn’t work right,” she snapped, her sweetness evaporating because he wouldn’t give her her way.
As much as Lucas loved her, he was the only one of twomen who’d rejected her and refused a relationship on her terms. Aftershe’dtaught him to fuck.
Asshole.
Her solace was keeping his son from him. She knew that crushed him. After leading him to believe hewasthe father—she snickered—she about-faced and “confessed” his father impregnated her.
Ha! On a good day, the motherfucker was lucky his dick worked. Pills helped his impotency. Over the course of their three-year marriage, she’d become pregnant three times. None of which he knew about. The first baby was definitely his, and she couldn’t get to an abortion clinic fast enough. She refused to waste her energy carrying a child that didn’t belong to Lucas. That as well as the unknown paternity of the next two led to her decision to destroy them. She couldn’t push out a kid who didn’t look like Sharper. It would ruin their public image.
She’d finally gotten an IUD. Not that her husband knew. She overlooked his chitlin dick. He overlooked her fruitless womb.
Grabbing her chin, Sharper jerked her head toward him. “Watch it, cunt,” he whispered, low.
“Or what, motherfucker?” She yanked herself away. “You want to fucking buck? Let’s knuck in this bitch.”
It wouldn’t be the first time they fought. Sharper was a violent asshole. Lucky her, she was just as fucking violent. She thrived on pain, unbothered about giving it or receiving it.
Sharper wrenched her dress open and the buttons she hadn’t gotten to yet flew in all directions. “Fuck you, asshole. You bought the fucking dress.”
He shoved her and she stumbled back. Lifting her chin, she met his furious gaze. “I want Osti.”
“I brought those whores to you.”
“Throwaways,” she snapped. As soon as she finished with them, she’d slit their throats. “I want a toy to keep.” To emphasize her seriousness, she stomped her foot. “Get Val back here.”
When she’d made him fuck her and lick her coochie in exchange for some of her drugs, he’d been Matthew and given her orgasm after orgasm. Word reached her that Lucas was so jealous and infuriated, he’d beat Val’s ass to a pulp.
“Or Outlaw,” she said casually. He was one beautiful motherfucker, arrogant and self-assured. She’d pay to fuck him just once.
It figured he’d rejected her like Lucas had. Sometimes, she regretted spurning him. Club life matured him. He’d gone from a good-looking kid to a gorgeous, sexy man. She’d been too young and spoiled to know what a good catch he was.
Her parents were wealthy, so money didn’t impress her. Bad boys did. Sex was like oxygen to her. Violence and death were her aphrodisiac that started as a thirteen-year-old with time on her hands. Her very first boyfriend introduced her to the deep web, where darkness thrived. All her gory fantasies that Sharper brought to life originated there.
Still, she hadn’t lost herself in death and destruction until Lucas walked away from her for good. She wanted him back so badly. Her only consolation was she’d ruined him for another bitch. He’dneverlove anyone as he had her.
And if he did?
She’d bathe that bitch in blood. She’d fuck her and stab her and fuck her some more.
Her nipples hardened and desire flowed through her body, swelling and slickening her pussy lips. Her eyes glazing, she dropped to her knees and crawled to where Sharper stood.
He hadn’t answered her. Not that it mattered. She knew Outlaw would never touch her, simply because she’d once belonged to Lucas. Val wouldn’t either, though his allegiance was to Outlaw.
Sharper unzipped his fly and pulled out his flaccid cock, then laid a hand on her head and jerked her forward. She swallowed him greedily, wishing he’d taken his Viagra, wishing for a thick, hard cock.
She reared back. “When is Roddie visiting?”
Sharper smiled indulgently. “Who do you think brought the bitches? Cee Cee sent Cleaner and the girls as a birthday present to you.”
“Oh, Daddy, you’re so good to me.”
Smiling, Sharper rubbed his cock over her lips. “There, pet. Suck Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes,” she whispered, taking him into her mouth again, her pussy swollen, hot, and wet. After a couple of hard draws, she pulled back and stood, then grabbed his hand and guided him up the stairs to the pulpit where his lectern sat with his initials and the church’s logo stamped into the heavy wood. The whores laid in front of the choir stand.
