Page 43 of Downfall

“Cover her mouth,” I command the asshole, whose dick is probably digging into my girl’s back right now. He scowls at me, but obeys, too interested in this turn of events not to.

I nip at her piercing and plunge two fingers into her, and she detonates, screaming my name into Rett’s hand. I smirk as I stand, unzipping my jeans.

“Don’t let go of her mouth.” I glare at Rett, his eyes glued to Abby’s tits that are right in his face. “And you,” I slap Abby’s inner thigh hard, making her squirm and look up at me, “whose whore are you?”

She tries to speak, but Rett’s hand holds tight. “What was that, baby?” I ask, my smile pure evil as I hold her stare.

She screams behind Rett’s hand, and I shrug. “If you aren’t going to use your words, Abby, I’m going to have to punish you.”

Lifting her off of Rett, I lay her face down across his lap, her ass in the air. I pull her thong down her legs, leaving it at her knees. Then, stepping between Rett’s spread legs, I tell him, “Count. This is as much on you as it is her.” He smirks, catching on to my game and more than willing to oblige. His hands fall to her upper back and thighs to hold her steady for me.

My hand comes down on her cheek, pink blooming instantly. “One,” Rett counts, strain in his voice. Over and over, my hand cracks down on her, and each time, she cries out. Rett’s hand moves over her mouth again to muffle them. When he says, “Ten,” I move behind Abby, standing to the side of the wide armless chair they’re on.

Reaching into my pants, I pull out my cock and plunge deep into Abby’s heat. I bend forward and grab my siren around the throat, pulling her up to her knees, her back to my chest. My other hand takes over for Rett, muffling her cries. With Abby’s short skirt still in place, her little friend can’t see her pussy, just my dick sliding into her over and over again, exactly where he wants to be. He palms his dick through his pants, his eyes locked on her body as I rock into her.

The thought that Abby is mine and no other man will ever have her makes me blow, spilling everything I have into her. Releasing her throat, I reach down to pinch Abby’s clit, making her clench around me, her own orgasm sending her over the edge. Rett lets out a strangled groan, and I know he’ll be having the pleasant experience of leaving a strip club with come in his pants tonight.

I release Abby’s mouth and pull her underwear back into place before tucking my dick back into my pants. Leaning forward to whisper in her ear, I tell her, “You’re coming home with me right now, and my come stays inside you until we get there.”

Chapter 36

Abby

TheFoxHoleonSaturday night was uneventful. After the little disaster on Friday night, I spoke with Nico and he agreed to let me double my stage time for my last two weeks, so I won’t have time for private dances. Being on stage that much was amazing, and I’m going to miss it, but I’m excited for what my future holds.

Kolson is in his home office, catching up on work he missed on Friday, while I get ready to go to brunch at Samsara. Viv is expecting us, and when we talked yesterday, she was eager to get Kolson back in her presence after everything that’s happened. I have no doubt that she’ll be able to tell me if he’s sincere, if what we have is real. Falling in love with him was never part of the plan, and reassurance from Viv will be the final nail in the coffin of my downfall. Once I have it, I’ll never look back.

Finishing up my makeup, I do a quick once over of myself in the full-length mirror. My jade green lacy bra and panties set are the exact color of Kolson’s eyes, and it’s my favorite. Turning around and looking over my shoulder, I can see the healing marks on my lower back.DEMONimprinted forever, a claiming scar that I will always cherish.

I chuckle to myself, staring back at the word. At least if anyone religious sees this on my skin, they won’t bother me. Just another plus in my book.

After dressing in a new pair of high-waisted black jeans and an olive green cropped tee, I pull on my Doc Martens and go in search of my man.

He’s sitting at his desk wearing an old Blink-182 t-shirt and jeans, and I stop and lean against the doorframe. Kolson is sexy as fuck in a suit, but this is my favorite look on him—an ode to the man I met all those years ago.

“Hey, baby,” he says, looking up at me when he notices me ogling him. “Ready to go?”

“Yep. Can we stop by the record store after brunch?”

“Of course. Anything you want,” he says, coming to stand in front of me.

My heart skips as he pulls me into his arms and plants a kiss on my forehead.

Brunch at Samsara is exactly what I need to ease my mind. I feel like I haven’t seen Viv in forever, and it’s always nice to get a little witchy reassurance from my bestie.

Sitting at the bar after Viv takes our order back to the kitchen, Max brings over my Bloody Mary and Kolson’s Irish coffee.

Taking a sip, Kolson compliments the drink. “This is the best Irish coffee in the city. What kind of whiskey do you use?”

“Tullamore. Everyone uses Jameson, but it’s just not as balanced. Tullamore is way better in coffee,” Max says, excited to have someone to talk to about his passion for whiskey.

Kolson and Max continue their conversation like old friends, and Max ends up inviting Kolson to a whiskey-tasting he’s going to. I drink my Bloody Mary with a smile as I watch them, thrilled that Kolson seems to fit seamlessly into our little family. Viv and Max are both important to me, and I didn’t realize how nervous I was about it until now.

Viv takes a break to eat with us at the bar, and we laugh at the boys together as they get to know each other. She makes sure to give Kolson a tight hug to freak him out again, too, but he just hugs her back. And he murmurs something in her ear that sounds like, “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

Before we leave, Viv kisses my cheek and whispers, “Don’t give up on him, Abbs. He’s your soulmate.”

We leave the Range Rover parked in the lot behind Samsara and walk down the sidewalk hand-in-hand. But halfway down the block, I pull him to a stop and take a step toward the ‘For Rent’ sign in the window of an empty storefront that was a yoga studio just weeks ago.

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