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Humping my hand, I make a pocket between my throbbing cock and the mattress so I can smother my face in her sheets and jerk off at the same time.

A single key on the piano echoes between my ears, a continuous patter, flirting. It’s nice. An A Minor.

Groaning, I envision…

Thirteen is riding me, her nipples skating along my mouth, sliding back and forth while I try to catch them, a pleasured smile on her lips—that I put there.

I pretend my fist is her—her pussy clinging to me.

Her body doesn’t recoil from mine. She doesn’t care about my scars, not the criss-cross ones on my fingers where I bled my talent away. Not the ones on my cock, compliments of the wrong meds and an overwhelming desire to remove the dirty parts of me.

She doesn’t mind them; she trails her tongue all over the smooth indents and kisses them gently. She doesn’t cringe. She loves me the way I am.

Groaning into the pillow, I fuck my fist and pretend it’s her on the other end of each hard stroke. I try to suffocate myself in her pillow, in her scent.

To focus on her.

Only her.

My free hand fists the sheets and I claw at them, pleasure building in my balls, drawing them into my body, and then—

Martha.

Fuck!

I roll to my back and stare at the ceiling.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Fuck!” I roar, picking up her pillow and throwing it towards a lamp, knocking the object to the ground.

CHAPTER 10

VALLIE

He kidnapped a six-year-old girl.

I can’t even look at Donnie.

Meshing my body to the passenger door, I force angry space between us.

Out the window, I stare into the distance.

The sun drops behind a cityscape, creating a silvery band along the horizon.

My skin feels dirty, and my soul aches. It is day two of the trial, and it seems open and shut to me. Three witnesses were called, including the mother of six-year-old Molly Gray.

Fuck me.

There is no way we can get him a not-guilty verdict. Most of the other jurors practically walked away making noose gestures at Dexter.

Dexter.

He stood opposite the juror’s stand, on the far side of the courtroom, in a suit and tie that made him appear like a football player at an awards ceremony—He looked hot.

He could get any woman.

Why would he want a child?

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