Page 40 of Brutal Bond

But it’s working.

During our last two meetings, I didn’t need to lay a hand on him. Tonight, he was less than impressed with the information I provided him.

Or he’s simply a disgusting sleaze of a man.

He’s not the type of man who has a chance with women like us. Outside of his abhorrent personality, there is nothing remotely remarkable about him. Being able to take advantage of us is a power trip for him. A power trip that gives him an opportunity that he otherwise wouldn’t have.

“You think I don’t know that sucked my soul through my cock so I couldn’t fuck you?”

“I didn’t,” I sputter as I shake my head, lying to his face. “I thought?—”

His tongue glides over his teeth and hungrily along his lower lip as he continues to tower over me. He drags his rough knuckles along my jaw and lower lip as he threatens, “I do enjoy your mouth, but we both know that eventually you’re not going to deliver. And when you don’t, I’m going to find out what that sweet little cunt between your thighs feels like.”

Thoroughly enjoying his thoughts, he palms his grim dick. I’ve never been so thankful that he’s not only a quickdraw but that he’s a one-and-done kind of guy. There is zero chance of him sticking around for round two.

“Let Nikki know I’ll be by tomorrow night to collect, and I’m expecting info or ass.” A devilish smirk spreads across his face. “And I do mean ass.”

Poor fucking Nikki.

Since the first night, she has been taking the brunt of him. That night, it was so I didn’t have to. I think, in part, it was her way of apologizing for putting me in this position in the first place.

A position I would probably be much angrier about if it hadn’t connected me with Eddie.

She doesn’t have an Eddie or any type of in with his inner circle. Zero chance of ever being able to give the detective what he wants. Except being inside her.

It’s already taking a toll on her. While she’s been fucking sugar daddies for a couple of years now, compartmentalizing it isn’t appearing to come as easily when it comes to the detective.

The moment he walks out of the apartment door, I lock the handle and slide the deadbolt across. For good measure, I also hook the chain lock before heading to my room to bleach my mouth and scrub my tits until they bleed.

As I wait for the shower to warm, my phone buzzes across the vanity. Lifting the phone, I’m not surprised to find it’s a text from Eddie. He knew I had a meeting tonight.

EDDIE

Do I need to kill him yet, little rose?

No.

Eddie has commented more than a few times that the detective will never fuck me and live to tell the tale.

And there’s a small part of me that believes him.

More happened tonight than I plan to tell him, but how important is a ninety-second blowjob anyway.

If it even lasted that long.

It’s not an argument we need to have again. I’m not willing to ruin everyone’s life over this video. I can tolerate this until Eddie finds us all a way out.

I have a few more hours of work.

I’ll call when I’m on my way.

I want to listen to you as you get my cunt all nice and wet for me.

CHAPTER

THIRTY

HARPER

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