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PROLOGUE

ONE YEAR EARLIER

Shegaspsasmypalm connects with the olive skin on her ass, my other hand gripping her black hair like she’s a fucking wild mustang. Her knees press into the tacky red silk sheets of the bed, as I keep pumping inside of her from behind. Looking up, she stares back at me through hooded eyes in the mirror in front of us.

I slap her again and the sound echoes through the room, followed by a cry from her red painted lips. Her dark eyes piss me off even more, driving the need to burn my palm into her skin.

“You filthy little whore,” I growl. My neck and shoulders stiffen as I thrust inside of her like she’s a piece of meat. Every push is rougher, deeper, more punishing. “Say it!” I order.

“I’m a filthy whore!” It comes out as a whine, the muscles in her face growing stern as she keeps moaning. I don’t know if she’s enjoying this or if she’s really in pain, but I don’t even fucking care. She’s mine to use however I want for the next thirty minutes, and I’ll use my time wisely.

I pull her hair as I keep slamming my dick into her, arching her neck so I can put my mouth flush to her ear.

“Next, I’m going to fuck you in the ass until you bleed.”

The horror flashes in her eyes for a brief moment, and I feel the corner of my lips lift in satisfaction. “You’d like that, don’t you?”

Her skin feels damp under my touch, and when she doesn’t reply, I continue my streak, chasing my release like a madman. Flashes of Cristina underneath me resurface in my head, and I try to outrun them by picking up speed. I never can, though. It’s like Cristina’s always there, lingering underneath the surface. I hate it as much as I welcome it.

The sound of our flesh colliding and the desperate whimpers leaving her throat reverberate through the room, fueling my desire to fuck her so hard, she won’t be able to walk in the morning. My jaw clenches as my release builds in my groin. With a firm grip on her hair, I finally fall over the edge and a loud roar erupts from my chest at the same time the door flies open. A concentrated frown forms as all my muscles tense, and I keep going, ignoring the scowl that sits on my brother’s face while release rushes through me like a damn cargo train. Loud, heavy, and rumbling. I give it a few more pumps, milking everything I have inside the condom, and I feel her body relax underneath me.

With my dick still covered by the whore of my choice, Jeremy follows behind Kane, his eyes quickly widening when he locks eyes with the sight in front of him.

“Damn.”

“You really gotta stop doing this.” Kane pulls a few bills from his pocket, throwing them on the bed.

“Doing what? Fucking whores?” I ask, sliding out of her. “No offense.” I shoot the woman a dull look, and she responds with a shrug before grabbing her trench coat to cover herself up, then the cash to get going. Her eyes swing to Kane, standing in the room with his arms crossed in front of his chest, then she’s swaying her hips toward him with purpose.

“If you ever need a good fuck, he has my number.” Resting her palm on his bicep, she volleys a fluttering gaze between the two of us, clearly having no clue who my brother is.

“Did he hurt you?” His chin dips, amused. Dragging his teeth over his lips, he offers her a seductive look like the sadist that he is.

“Only a little.”

Kane brings his face close to hers, an evil smirk slipping onto his cheeks. “I hate to break it to you, sweetheart. But I’m ten times worse.”

She gives me a quick glance, then shakes her head before strutting out like the fire of Hell is at her heels.Smart girl.

Our last name comes with the promise of some serious cash, but there’s also at least a 50/50 chance you won’t leave unscathed. And not in a good way.

I grab my clothes from the floor and start getting dressed, doing my best to ignore Kane’s gaze fixed on me like he thinks he can make me talk with a single look. It’s annoying the shit out of me, causing my ticker to tighten a little. He made no joke when he said he’s ten times worse. I’m a fucking choir boy compared to what he pays whores to do. He doesn’t get to judge me for having a different interest in getting my release than a few years ago.

Life changed.

I changed.

The way I want to fuck my energy away? Well, that also changed. I guess that’s what happens when your girlfriend literally fucks you over and decides to sell your soul to the devil.

“What?” I glare while buttoning up my pants.

“You hurt the girl.” The pitiful look on his face pisses me the hell off. I sure as fuck know he doesn’t give a damn about the whore who just wet my dick.

“You heard her; it was only a little.”

“Liam, you’re self-destructive.”

“Because I’m fucking whores? Damn, brother, you must be damaged beyond repair by now if that’s the criteria.”

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