Page 27 of Brutal Bond

It’s not like I’ve given her any reason to stick around.

Climbing into my car, I slip it into drive and pull away. I pull Harper’s contact information up on the dash. I don’t press the button to call her. I have so many questions running through my brain, but I don’t know where to start.

I need to get my shit straight .

The only woman in my life who wasn’t a one-and-done was Chloe, but she didn’t mean anything to me—nothing more than a living, breathing fuck doll who lived in my house. She was simply willing holes for me to fuck and an ass for my paddle when and where I saw fit.

Nothing more.

She spent the majority of her time in the east wing of the house, and unless I called for her, we rarely crossed paths. Her feet never even saw inside my master suite. I’d fuck her in a guest bedroom, so I could leave her and retreat to the comfort of my own bed alone when I’d had my fill of her for the evening.

That was how I wanted it.

Nothing like it was with Harper last night. I didn’t lie to her. I’m not a cuddler. Actually, never in my life have I cuddled with a woman after sex. But with her, even after I’d finished using her and filling her with cum, I wanted more.

Every time with her, I want more…

More than the sweet suck of her mouth. More than the warmth of her cunt. Even more than the tightness of her ass.

Just, more…

“Jesus, Ed…” I mutter to myself as I pull to a stop in front of my home. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Walking inside, I pull my phone from the pocket of my trousers and call Harper. She sends me immediately to voicemail. I call her again, only to get the same response.

HARPER

I don’t want to talk to you.

I’m not good at taking no for an answer.

Are you okay?

Am I okay????

Are you fucking serious right now?

Watch your mouth with me, Harper.

I don’t belong to you.

Her text fucking stings more than I thought mere words could.

And I know we aren’t a thing, but you’ve made it very fucking clear how little I fucking mean to you.

I told you to watch the way you speak to me.

You aren’t the boss of me.

I’m done.

I’ll take my $2K for my weekly blackmail fuck.

But I’m done.

Done with you.

But I’m not done with you, little rose.

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