Page 52 of Gluttony

She sighed, and answered, “I…I can’t deal with the women?—”

He furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to protest, but she slapped a hand over his lips, shaking her head.

“Let me finish, or this isn’t going to go the way you want it to,” she said, squirming her ass against his growing erection for emphasis. He grunted, quickly clamping his mouth shut.

Good boy.

“You know how my brain works, how I see things and they stay in my memory forever.” He nodded, uncertainty in his eyes. He wanted to know where this was going. “Well, after I overheard you and your brothers at Cool Hands, I…well, I went home and doom scrolled through your Insta Reels and OnlyFans, watching every single one…and taking note of the hair ties.”

He stiffened beneath her. “Fuck,” he muttered.

Her stomach swooped with apprehension, angry and agonizing about having to say this shit at all.

“I remember each woman…and which hair tie belongs to which.”

“Fuck,” he muttered again, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Val, baby….”

“And I know there’s more you didn’t film, because that just makes sense—you’re a male in his prime, and you like sex. We weren’t committed to each other yet, no promises were made, but still…the pain is there. Seeing those women in the videos, knowing what was going to happen once the camera was off….” Her guts roiled, her heart squeezing as the blood in her veins became thick. “Then…the comments on your post about the tattoo….”

“Goddamn, fuck—I never should have posted that shit,” he barked, his voice a menacing growl.

She offered him a smile. “No, you should have; seeing that tattoo was amazing as hell. It’s beautiful…and it really boosted my ego.” She blinked, her smile turning down. “Until I read the comments. Those women were brutal, and the worst part was knowing that they’d been with you….”

He pulled her tighter against his chest, pressing a hard, lingering kiss against her forehead. In that kiss, she felt his regret, his remorse, his anger. “I am so fucking sorry about that, Val. That isn’t why I did that.”

“I know. You can’t control what the trolls do, Red. I just wanted you to know that the women…I don’t like knowing about them, and I really hope to never actually meet any of those women in person.”

“You won’t,” he asserted vehemently, though she knew that they both realized he couldn’t actually promise that. There were a lot of towns and boroughs in the valley cities of northeastern Pennsylvania, but they actually all functioned as small gossip hubs—everyone knowing everyone else, running into them. Val knew that the probability of running into one of Red’s conquests while out and about with him was higher than she’d like. What would she do if that happened? She had no fucking idea.

“And I know I need to grow a thicker skin if I’m going to be the girlfriend to the interweb’s most popular thirst trap.”

Again, he tensed beneath her.

“You…you’re okay with me continuing with the @RedDevilDog persona?” he asked, incredulity and a smattering of hope in his tone.

Was she okay with him being an embodiment of gluttony, lust, and sex for hundreds of thousands and possibly millions of women? No, she was not. Was she okay with making the man she loved give up something that made him happy? Also no.

Rock…hard place.

Shaking her head once, she answered, “I’ll work on it.”

His lips thinned, his jaw working as he ground his teeth. “Val, baby?—”

“Not right now,” she interrupted, “let’s talk about that later.”

She let her weight settle right over the long, thick prod poking her ass cheek. She leaned into him, letting her big tits rub against his chest as she wiggled in his lap.

His breath hitched, making his rock-hard chest expand.

Message sent and received.

She watched as his eyes darkened to cobalt, his face hardening as his massive body seemed to vibrate.

In a move the defied the law of physics, Red pushed to his feet with her in his arms, and didn’t even break stride as he headed through the house, down the hallway to his bedroom.

This was it—it was finally happening…but was she ready to bare it all?

Red didn’t give her time to ruminate because the second he stepped over the threshold into his bedroom, he growled, “Mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”

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