Page 3 of Dirty Love

And I miss her so much it hurts.

The faceless woman who gave birth to me lives somewhere in New York with her real family, and Nicky’s real dad bailed right after our mom pissed on the stick, said he wasn’t cut out to be a father and never looked back. We don’t resent them for it, though, because if they hadn’t left us, our parents wouldn’t have met, and I wouldn’t have Nicky. He’s an annoying little shit and he lives to fuck with me, but I love him and he’s mine.

My little brother.

My best friend.

My entire fucking world.

“Kade?”

His raspy voice pulls me back from my thoughts and I shut the water off, feigning indifference while I dry my very clean hands. “What?”

Silence follows and I glance over at him, locking my jaw when I catch the stupid look on his face. He’s still leaning back in the exact same spot, still holding his dick with his eyes on mine, his grin taunting and smug.

I’ve been in here too long and the fucker knows it.

The urge to throttle him is there, but I resist the temptation and whip his thigh with a hand towel instead, enjoying the squeal he lets out as I walk back to my bedroom. I shut the door behind me and stalk towards my on-again, off-again girlfriend, squeezing my cock through my boxers while I run my eyes over her naked body. We’re off right now, again, but that didn’t stop her from showing up on my doorstep at two in the morning last night, drunk and needy and desperate for a warm body between her legs.

I snatch her ankle and she sucks in a breath, her thighs closing out of instinct when she recognizes the look in my eyes. “I… I thought you weren’t in the mood.”

I smirk at that, pulling her across to the edge of the mattress to shove her down on her knees.

She’s afraid of me, just like everyone else is.

Everyone but him.

I take my dick out and she swallows her fear, her hands resting on my hips as she looks up at me through her lashes. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

Because I can’t stand you.

“Open.”

She does as she’s told and I run my thumb over the edge of her jaw, secretly wishing she wasn’t so… tanned. It can’t be natural considering it’s winter in Maine and below freezing outside, but I know she wouldn’t be caught dead with pale skin. She’s a superficial bitch with a closet full of shoes, a killer body and an attitude that screams I’m perfect and I know it. Blonde hair cut down to her ass, green eyes framed by thick, artificial eyelashes, bright red lips, coffin shaped nails…

The complete opposite of everything I want.

I shake that off and make do with what I’ve got, pulling her bottom teeth down with my thumb to slip my dick inside and down to her throat. She chokes on it and I tip my head back on my shoulders, fucking her face with my mouth parted, eyes closed, my thoughts drifting some place I wish they wouldn’t.

So fucking sick.

CHAPTER 2

NICKY

I can hear her gagging.

The sound grates on my fucking nerves, my back teeth grinding together while I listen to him abuse her throat like she’s his own personal fuck toy.

She’s not his anything and he knows it.

No longer in the mood to get off, I let go of my cock and step out of the shower, snatching my towel from the counter to wrap it around my waist. The sound continues as I brush my teeth and dry my face, louder now thanks to the lack of water running in here. A few more minutes pass before her pathetic cries echo through the wall between us, making me smile.

Maybe he’ll actually choke her to death this time.

Hopefully.

Once I’m done drying off, I pull on a black pair of ripped jeans and a gray hoodie, pulling my sleeves down to my knuckles to cover the faint scars on my arms. I don’t mind Kade seeing them all the time, but I always hide them from everyone else, afraid they’ll laugh at me for the things I like to do to myself behind closed doors.

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