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I kissed him back, holding his face in my hands and taking as much of his essence as I could.

His thick tongue made its way into my mouth. I accepted sucking on it and fooling around my tongue with his.

I whimpered as my hands left his face and went for his back, digging in. He pulled his head back, to free his tongue, but I followed after him. He groaned trying to resist me, but I got turned on even more. There was no one around, so I could go all out. I straddled him and he held my hips pulling me to himself.

I finally let go of his mouth allowing him to feast on my neck. He bit hard enough that I was sure I'd find a hickey the next morning. I thought about numerous explanations to give the nurses that good question, but I didn't care.

I just wanted more of him. My pussy was really getting hot waiting. I could feel his balls pressing against my thigh. I resisted the urge to unzip his pants and suck his dick right there and then.

“Well this is interesting,” a familiar voice remarked.

Lucas and I turned and found his younger sister standing there, with a young man I didn't recognize.

“Big brother, you seem to really be having fun with this one,” Tabitha mocked and grinned.

Chapter eighteen

The Flawed Misandrist

Tabitha

I didn't hate men. I never thought of myself as someone who did. But they were the specific group of men that I would never get along with - anyone who reminded me of my father.

As a child, my father seemed to have no interest in me. Then again, he wasn't genuinely interested in any of his children. But my case was special because I bore a resemblance to my mother.

“Pathetic little sow.” He’d look at me with eyes of disgust and would slap me.This happened if I underperformed. My mother would say nothing. Then again, she never said anything concerning my other siblings getting abused.

In the university, people who were aware of what my father was like would curry favor to get his attention. There was a time when he even proposed getting me married off to someone I never knew.

I became a doctor because I saw a way to kill him if he ever had a medical case. A bit extreme, I know. But thanks to him, I developed a complex. I loved seeing strong men on their knees.

Take, for example, Curtis. He was the best-graduating student from medical school, second only to me. He had good looks, thick muscles and made the ladies swoon with just his breathing. To everyone, he was an example of peak masculinity. I even heard rumors that he knew how to hunt.

While being adored by many, he sought an opportunity to court me. He looked interesting, so I gave it a shot. With the first few day, I showed him the side he wanted to see: a weak little girl who wanted his strong arms to protect her. But when I was done, I literally placed him on a leash and made him kiss my feet. At first he was against it, but before he knew it he was unable to resist. All of them were unable to resist being my servants.

My test for power was only limited to medical school, and once I graduated I thought about putting that life behind me. But with Father still breathing down my neck and his idea of potential suitors flooding in, I knew I had to get the upper hand.

I didn't know how to, but one time I met my mother. It was around the same time that Lucas left to explore the world. I saw the number of men who bought when she walked. Chad got her a manual of hers, but it was easy to see that she was involved with a lot of shady things.

“So, what do you think?” she asked, a devious smile on her face.

“Mom, are you some kind of drug lord or something?” I asked.

“I am whatever it is that will guarantee my survival,” she replied. “Be it a wife, a mother, or a drug lord.”

There was always something dark about her. Her eyes were not capable of love but the greed in her eyes was overwhelming.

“I don't think I would want to do that,” I said.

“You don't necessarily have to go to the dark side,” she said and made some air quotes. “Take this as a good advice my dear daughter. If I have never had a mother to daughter conversation with you this is one.”

“You haven't,” I murmured.

She didn't even tell me how to handle my menstruation.

“Well, this is one then,” she said. “In a world where men like your father exist, we as women should never let our guard down. Your father is as dangerous as you think it is and I'm sure your brothers are more dangerous as well.”

“You see how he treats Lucas, just because he looks like him,” she reminded me.

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