Page 41 of Making Choices

“That was fucked up, big brother.” Blinking to clear my shame-clouded gaze, I startle when I spy Hunter leaning against the doorway Cherub just exited through. “Knew you loved her, never once crossed my mind you’d punish her for not reciprocatin’.”

“I wasn’t—I wouldn’t.”

“You just did.”

The censure in my younger brother’s gaze is enough to flay me alive. I drop my eyes to the floor and mumble, “I’m headin’ back to the hospital. Tell Mumma not to worry about breakfast for me.”

“Sure.” Rather than pass by Hunter to leave through the front doors, I head for the back door that opens onto the kids playground enclosure. I’ll have to scale the concrete wall that protects the play equipment and pick my way through the rows of bikes parked at the side of the compound to get to mine, but the added inconvenience is better than facing his scorn head on. My hand is twisting the doorknob when he tells me, “Cherub’s gonna give me and Toker a tidy-up in the morning, she said to tell you in case you want one too.”

“No worries.”

“You better have your head back on straight by then,” my brother warns. “She’s one of us, always has been, always will be, and not one brother will stand by while you treat her like shit for somethin’ she can’t help. Not me. Not Toker. Not Fret. Not Sander. ’Specially not Venom.”

“I know.”

He sighs. “Figured you did. Also figure this was an aberration that’ll never be repeated.”

“It won’t.”

“Good.” Another sigh that’s filled with more wisdom than he should rightly possess. “That redheaded doctor is on night shift. I suggest you go take your frustrations out on her before this aberration becomes a habit.”

Hunter’s advice hangs around my shoulders like a shroud as I pull myself over the fence and make my way through the dark yard to my bike. It weighs me down as I ride down the brightly lit streets to the hospital. Taunts me with its simplicity as my heart refuses to get on board.

I need to fuck the doctor.

It’s the only way to stop myself from punishing my duchess.

Swallowing down my misgivings, I offer Bebe a smirk when I step off the elevator that she’s waiting to enter.

“Ready to pick up where we left off?” she asks as Tank watches us with interest from his station outside Fret’s door.

“Lead the way, doll.”

My brother grins at me. He holds his knuckles out and I give Tank a weak fist bump as I pass him by. As I close the door to the same empty room we used earlier today, my heart pounds in my ears. My stomach takes on a weightless quality, my head spinning, as I feel myself step outside my own body. With dispassionate eyes, I watch as I use both hands to force the good doctor to her knees and release my cock from my jeans.

I press the angry, engorged head to her lips.

She takes me as deep as she can, flicking my Prince Albert piercing with her tongue as she works the inches she can’t swallow with her hand. The groan that spills from my lips is feral as I wind the fingers of my right hand through her hair and pump my hips until I’m fucking her face.

“That’s a good little doll,” I tell her as she struggles to breathe around my length.

Bebe moans as I withdraw almost all the way. I thrust forward again, gagging her with my cock, pinching her nose, choking her until she’s slapping at my thighs with both hands. Over and over again, we play the same game. I stop her breathing. She torments me with her tongue and fingers for as long as she can manage before the need to breathe overwhelms her.

When the disgust that’s covered me since I hurt Cherub becomes too much to bear, I close my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek. My heart screams at me to stop. To return to the compound and lay out my truth for Cherub’s consumption. I push the urge away and try my hardest to concentrate on Hunter’s warning.

Lashing out at Cherub cannot become a habit.

It can’t.

It won’t.

So I use the tiny doctor to ease my frustrations.

Take my pleasure from her without care.

Erupt in her mouth with thoughts of another woman in my head.

Bebe swallows it all, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

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