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She does, although her lips were already half-open anyway. When she opens her mouth completely, only then do I slowly guide my cock inside. She whimpers, her gaze staying connected to my own as I shift out of her mouth, then sink back inside, each time going a little farther down her throat, keeping an eye on her reaction so I don’t actually choke her.

Massaging the back of her neck, I continue to move. Curling the fingers of my other hand around the front of her throat, I massage her there as well. Saliva slides down her chin, but I can’t look anywhere except her eyes.

Those honey eyes own me.

As I move inside of her, I want nothing more than to fuck her mouth hard and fast, but I don’t do that. Instead, I take my time, watching as her body relaxes more and more with each thrust of my hips. I know she’s here with me the moment she lifts her hands, wrapping her fingers around the backs of my thighs and digging her nails in to hold on for dear fucking life.

Fuck.

Yes.

I use that as an opportunity to let myself go a bit but still keep my control on lockdown as I thrust in and out of her. I watch asher eyes water, and I’m so damn close that I could easily close my eyes and come down her throat, but I decide against it.

Holding her head still, I shift from inside of her mouth and look at the beautiful mess I created. Her cheeks are stained with tears, her eyes are wide, and her lashes are wet. Saliva is all over her chin, and her lips are swollen from my cock.

Perfection.

“Next time, I come down your throat,” I growl. “But tonight, I fuck that pretty pussy, after I eat it.”

And that is exactly what I do.

Until we both pass the fuck out.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DAKOTA

I should be passedout asleep. Bullet is snoring slightly beside me, and he seems to be dead to the world, likely from all the tequila shots he did earlier. But I’m lying here physically satisfied, tipsy, and wide awake.

I can hear the music still playing outside, and now I know why this place is in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors. They want to play their music as loud as they want in peace. They want to party and drink. Rev their bike engines and do… nasty things.

They want to do all the nasty things wherever they feel like it. Inside and out, daylight or dark, and while I should have been shocked and maybe even disgusted by seeing all the things I did tonight, I’m not.

I’ve seen it all before and more. I’m not sure anything can really faze me at this point. While I never participated in any of it at the Haven, what I did was become curious, very curious, especially as a young teenager, and watched it happen many times.

Inhaling a deep breath, I feel the room spin slightly around me. I close my eyes and lie there for far longer than I should, mainly because I’ve had a lot of alcohol and it’s my first time drinking, but I still can’t sleep.

Sliding out of bed, I slowly walk toward the bathroom and stop when something catches the corner of my eye. It’s Bullet’s black leather vest. It’s neatly handing on the doorknob, and I make a mental note to ask him about it because every man I’ve met here has one, and I know it has a very special meaning.

Taking one more step toward the bathroom, I pause again because I remember the letter that Piggy gave me earlier. Moving over to the vest, I reach into the inside pocket and tug the letter out.

Looking over my shoulder, I watch Bullet for a moment. He’s still very much asleep, so I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and hurry toward the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I lock it before I set the letter on the sink and take care of business.

Once I’ve finished and cleaned up, I slip the letter from the counter and sink down onto the edge of the tub before I flip the envelope open and slip the folded paper out. My ass is cold against the ceramic tub’s edge, but as I unfold the paper, my heart begins to race and adrenaline consumes my body, which makes me forget about the fact that I’m naked and cold in this bathroom.

At the top of the page is my mother’s name, then her date of birth along with her date of death, both of which I knew. Below that are her parents’ names and her sister’s. I’ve never heard my mother speak about her parents or any siblings, ever.

Both of my grandparents are gone, which doesn’t surprise me. Judging by their ages, they were older when they had her and now would be in their eighties. They didn’t pass away very long ago, though, my grandmother ten years ago and mygrandfather only five. They were born and died in the same town in California.

My aunt is still alive, though. Posey Bennet.

What a kickass name.

My eyes scan the paper, and I start to read about my mother’s life. She never graduated high school. She left home at fourteen. Pinching my eyes closed, I think about what I was like at fourteen and wonder how on earth she made it on her own alive.

She was arrested for prostitution five times before she somehow ended up in North Carolina. Then she met Nathan and had me. I know most of that story already, thanks to Shocker. She arrived at Willamette Haven when I was five weeks old, and that was that. There is nothing else to know about her.

Chewing on the corner of my bottom lip, I can’t help but wonder what would make her leave at fourteen and never look back. It had to have been bad. Really bad. Folding the paper, I put it back in the envelope before I take myself back to bed, but on my way, I grab Bullet’s T-shirt and slip it on before I slide into bed.

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