Page 37 of Brutal Bond

“Sweetheart,” I push her from me, “I don’t know who told you were good at sucking cock, but they fucking lied to you. If you can’t fucking swallow it, don’t fucking bother.”

“I’m sorr?—”

“You should be.” Fervently fisting my cock inches from her face, I grumble, “I’ve paid a lot of fucking money to be getting myself off.”

Closing my eyes, I try to think of anything other than the useless warm hole kneeling before me. Even when I try to push her from my mind, every thought as I slide my fist over my length is of fucking Harper.

Her lips around my cock, eagerly swallowing every inch of me as I fuck her face. Taking me over and over as I glide down her tender, thoroughly used throat. Letting me use her until I spill down her throat, then sucking at my cock to get every last drop of cum from me.

My release shoots from my cock, splattering over the face before me. Tucking my cock back into my pants, I shake my head as it drips down her cheeks and over her lips.

“At least now you look like you fucking tried.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SEVEN

HARPER

The bedroom door clicking shut startles me from my sleep. Glancing at the nightstand, I momentarily struggle to read the time on the alarm clock.

2:42 a.m.

I must’ve been fucking dreaming.

Rolling over and finding a comfortable spot in my pillow, my entire body grows rigid when the mattress shifts beneath me. I open my mouth to scream for help, but I can’t. I’m so fucking terrified that not a sound comes from me.

“It’s just me, little rose,” Eddie slurs as his liquor-scented breath wafts over my face.

“It’s almost three in the morning, Eddie.” I shove him away from me.

“You wanted to see me tonight.”

“No.” I reach for the night table and flip on the blinding bedside lamp. Rolling back at him, I unleash all the feelings that caused me to cry myself to sleep only a few hours ago. My heart pounds with anger, tears well in my eyes again, and I shout, “I wanted to see you before you went to a party and fucked someone else. The absolute last thing I want is for you to climb in my bed after fucking someone else.”

“Little ros—” His words are cut short when, unable to control myself, my hand slaps across his face.

His eyes darken, and before I have a chance to react, he’s on top of me and has me pinned to the bed. My arms are shoved beside my head, and he pushes his weight onto them as he repositions himself so that he is straddling my waist.

“It will serve you well to not do that again,” he grits through his tightly clenched jaw. “Understood?”

I don’t answer him. I can’t. Because the moment he lets go of me, I fully intend to slap him again.

He fucking deserves it.

Eddie firmly grips my face with his free hand and leans over me. Staring down at me, his breaths are deep and slow. “I didn’t come here to say sorry.”

“I sure as fuck hope you didn’t come here to fuck me,” I snidely quip, not liking the look in his eyes when he doesn’t respond.

He throws back the blankets covering my legs and forces his hand between my thighs. His hand rubs over my panty-covered pussy as he announces, “I had to come here tonight.”

“Get off.” I struggle futilely against his massive weight that’s pinning me in place.

“I had to come because you need to know.”

“Know what?” I spit, still trying to wriggle my way from his hold.

He continues to rub over my pussy, his fingers dusting along the edge of the fabric as he slowly makes his way into my panties. Slipping a finger inside, he asserts, “This is my cunt.”

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