Page 15 of Gluttony

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Speechless.

Utterly speechless.

His lips were still open, his tongue limp and useless inside his mouth as he blinked, and blinked again, desperate for his mind to make sense of what just happened.

She’d been ignoring him all day, and he knew that because Val—his Daisy—had always been the kind of person who immediately responded, showing you that you were her priority. So, when the morning came, and she still hadn’t responded to his usual goodnight text, something pinched in his chest, like the first prick of an IV needle before it slid under your skin. Then, she hadn’t responded to this good morning message, nor his two calls after that, nor the texts and calls after that.

He knew that he’d seemed a tad unhinged later in the day, but he’d grown ravenous for any word from her, even a simple middle finger emoji. If he had known where she lived, he would have headed there, pounded on her door, stripped every item of clothing from her body, and then spanked her naked ass until she creamed…then he’d slide inside her, making her beg to come—because she’d been such a bad girl, ignoring him like that.Unfortunately, he had no idea where she lived, only that she also worked from home, so he’d have no luck there, either.

Navigating through his computer, he brought up the recording of their chat—he always recorded them, because he was a fucking addict for the sound of her voice. Oftentimes, when he needed that closeness with her, when she was asleep or deep in work and couldn’t talk with him, he’d play a recording of one of their chats. Yes, her camera was always off, so he’d never seen her before now, but that didn’t matter to him when even the sound of her voice made him…alive. Energized. And yet…at peace. Calm yet riveted.

He fast forwarded through the call…until the moment her screen flashed on, revealing her for the first time.

He’d been stunned, like a hammer to the chest, when his gaze landed on her for the first time.

God…she is…beautiful….

Beautiful didn’t fucking cut it!

…not like your OnlyFans women….

No, she wasn’t; she surpassed them by a million fucking miles. He’d thought he’d fallen for her before—her intelligence, her sense of humor, her heart, her soul, her innocent sensuality, but after seeing her for the first time, seeing her expressions, the way her mouth moved as she spoke, the way her eyes pinned him in place…he was wrecked, annihilated, demolished—fucking incinerated. There was no measurement for the depths of his feelings, as though he’d plummeted a thousand miles under the sea, and was drowning in it.

And she wants to end us…because I couldn’t keep my fucking dick in my pants.

Realization collided with the longing inside him, tearing a hole through his soul. All the life and energy leaving his body at once, he sagged into his desk chair, staring, unblinkingly at the image of his Daisy on the monitor before him.

A monitor that had revealed for him a vision of perfection.

Heaven.

And Hell.

Never in his life had he experienced such an absolutely devastating blow.

She’d finally shown herself…and it was to say goodbye.

Goodbye? She ripped your fucking heart out through your asshole.

And he deserved it.

Never in his twenty-nine years of life had he felt the way he felt about her—and he’d lived one hell of a life before he’d even met her.

He’d graduated from high school and marched right into the US Marine Corps, becoming the Devil Dog he’d always wanted to be, a man he, himself, could admire. He’d served six years in Special Operations, earned an honorable discharge, then found a new brotherhood with the Unchained MC when he’d returned home. He hadn’t known he needed that until he walked into Gin Joint, a well-known hang out for the MC years ago, wanting to watch the Steeler’s game, throw back a couple of beers, and maybe tag some tail while he was at it. Ladies loved his body, his well-practiced smirk, the smolder in his eyes, and they fell right into his lap or onto his face with a single curl of his lip.

He'd patched in with the Unchained, using the skills he’d picked up in the Marines, and…somehow, fell into…online exhibitionism. It wasn’t like he had a fetish; he just enjoyed the euphoria he got when he knew people were looking at him, watching him, desiring him, and were praising him in their comments. He didn’t need to be online, giving his followers and subscribers a show; at this point, it was more about making money, remaining loyal to those who’d been loyal to him, and having something to fill his time. Being a thirst trap fulfilled a previously unacknowledged need for validation, and he wasn’tashamed to say he thrived online, but he thrived offline, too, with his MC brothers, doing the work that meant something to the men he’d kill and die for.

After a few months of posting photos of himself in his half mask balaclava, with his tattooed chest bare, his muscles on display, and his jeans offering a teaser to the commando goodies they hid, he’d shifted into making videos. And his repertoire and followers had grown from there. Hour after hour, day after day, women—and some men—slipped into his DMs, flirting, all out begging for his cock, and even sending the typical—and always unrequested—nudes. Tits, ass, bare snatch, cocks, and assholes—his DMs were filled with more body parts than the local junkyard the mafia owned.

Honestly, at first, the DM flirtations were fun, he’d get his high from the attention, play with people who played back, but…after more than two years of playing the role of RedDevilDog, the man behind the mask, it had grown stale.

It wasn’t until he got that notification ping, January 17th, a Thursday night at 11 PM, that things had changed. The DM was simple and yet complicated.

@xxxDaisyChainxxx: You’re Unchained.

He’d been shocked, then wary, then curious, hitting reply after only a few minutes of hesitation.

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