Page 21 of Going Home

The things you've done can never be forgiven. You're sick.

His mother was a real peach. Her voice plays on a loop in his head every time he starts to feel comfortable, but she's quieted down lately. He hasn't spoken to his mother since he was sixteen, but those memories never seem to disappear. Her voice quiets more often than not lately. Recently, though, her voice has been replaced with another’s—Lex’s. She counters everything her mother ever told him, and he feels like maybe he does have a purpose. That he can find someone to love him. He finally found someone to love, but she can't feel the same. Refuses to. Just like his mother, she sees him as nothing but gunk on the bottom of her shoe.

"Hey," a dark-haired woman says, her tits all but pressed into Venom's face. "You’re new."

"Transferred from Summerville."

His eyes keep glancing towards Lex and Colt to make sure she's okay, but the bunny steps into his line of sight. "I'm Kandi."

"Venom."

Her head turns, and he swears she glares at Lex. "You got a thing for Curly-Q?"

Leaning back, he looks disgusted. She's like his sister. "No!"

"Good. You looked worried about her."

"She's my friend. Besides, her brother got ripped out of here by their father, and she looks a type of way that makes me worry."

Her hand waves in the air, and the long, blood-red nails catch his attention. “She'll be fine."

"You say that like you know her."

"Oh, I know her. And I know she's with Colt. Which means they'll probably go and fuck it out any minute now. How she's not perpetually pregnant, I've never quite figured out. Those two fuck like rabbits."

At least their sexual appetite wasn't Summerville specific. He never suspected her sex life to be this well-known, though. "I suppose they will."

"How about you?" Kandi asks and nods at him.

"How about me what?" he asks and focuses on her face.

She's not ugly. Maybe too overly made-up for his taste, but he isn't picturing her in a wedding dress, so who cares? The way she's dressed shows more skin than the fabrics cover. Definitely a bunny. Fake tits ready to pop out of her split tube top and mini skirt showing the bottom of her ass cheeks.

Marnie. The woman he can't have pops into his head, and he thinks maybe a bunny is just what he needs. To take a woman in a way he'd never want to take Marnie. With her, he wants her to feel pleasure and bliss. He wants to make love. The only woman who's ever made him want more than fucking.

"Want to go and fuck out whatever's weighing on your mind? I see it in your eyes. Let me guess," Kandi says, sitting on the table. "A girl?"

Shit, Lex wasn't lying about these bunnies being different. This bitch is aggressive and forward. Which might be just the trick tonight.

"I'm not a soft fuck," Venom warns.

"Rough is my favorite kind, cowboy."

Cowboy? What part of me makes her think ofcowboy?

Deciding he needs to get something out of his system, he stands and leads Kandi back to his apartment. Hopefully, she'll serve as a distraction for a little while. Or at least allow him to forget about Marnie as he drives deep into her pussy.

The door shuts, and he drops his jeans to his ankles before she even turns around. Kandi smirks and knows exactly what he needs because she drops to her knees without a word.

He wraps his hand in her hair and thrusts his cock into her mouth. His head tips back to stare at the ceiling as he hits the back of her throat, making her gag. To her credit, she doesn't push against his thighs to tell him it's too much, and she takes it in stride. Instead, she actually moans and sucks, her wet mouth gliding along his length with ease.

And just like that, his dark-haired Marnie pops into his mind. The last time he saw her on her knees was the night her boss tried to blackmail her into sucking him off. Using a video that he took of her father to make her do something she didn't want to do. The tears ran down her face as she knelt, waiting for him, kept Venom from ever letting her suck his cock. The memory makes him physically ill.

"Get up," Venom orders, pulling her face away from him by a yank of her hair.

If he doesn't stop now, he'll go soft and won’t be able to fuck her. Or finish. Kandi smiles and stands. "How naked do you want me?"

Taking a condom from the drawer by his bed—the first he's used since moving into the apartment—he slides it on and tugs her top down to free what little it concealed of her chest. "Hike up your skirt. I'm guessing you're not wearing any panties."

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