Page 13 of Death Warden
That’s a lie. I fuck, but I do it discreetly and infrequently. When the need to rut gets overwhelming, I do it with a select few who know how I like it. Quick, rough, and silent.
I grit my teeth. Her perfume’s giving me a headache and I don’t want to lose my temper with her, but I can feel it rising.
She comes to stand in front of me, chin up, dark eyes blazing. “You think you’re better than me?”
“No, Jasmine, I don’t think that.” I keep my tone cool and calm, breathing through the rage her presence evokes. She has no idea how much danger she’s in right now. If I lose my temper, the world goes red and people die.
Curo knows this. He knows my personal space is sacred, but he sent her here and now it’s polluted with her cheap perfume and her aura. Fuck. When I get my hands on Curo, I’ll wring his neck.
“Then what?” Her voice trembles. “I’m not pretty enough for you?”
I look at her, noting the sheen of tears in her eyes, the slight tremble of her lip. Guilt bites at me and my rage ebbs. She’s beautiful, no doubting that. Sexy too. All the girls who come to play are. Hellhounds have high sex drives, we need to rut, me included, and I do, when I can’t take it anymore. But it’s just sex, a quick release. A biological function. None of the women make mefeel. I need a connection and I haven’t found it yet. I’m not in the mood to fuck for the sake of it tonight.
“Spectre?” She pleads with her eyes.
“You’re fine, Jasmine. I’m just not into you.” I hate to be so blunt, but I don’t do lies.
She blinks sharply, opening and closing her mouth as if she’s never been so candidly rejected before.
Maybe she hasn’t.
Maybe guys are fine with fucking her regardless of if they’re into her. Would I take her up on her offer of prime pussy if I was about to blow? No. She’s the kind who would want to cuddle after.
Why is she still here? Why is she touching me?
Fuck this. There’s only one thing to do.
I grab her by the shoulders, haul her to the door, and throw her out. “Don’t come back.”
* * *
CURO
Nothing like a shower and a wank to set the mood. Damn I feel good. I loop a towel around my waist and head out of my bedroom into my lounge area. I need a drink before the meet.
Dax has been acting shady all day; mood’s all over the place too.
Something’s up, and the fact that I’m not in the know is worrisome. The prez keeps me informed. How else can I do my job as MC security.
There’s a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Jasmine bursts into the room, mascara running, tits jiggling. “He threw me out, Curo. You said he wanted to see me but he told me he wasn’t into me.”
My blood runs cold. “Wait, you went to hisroom?”
She frowns through her tears. “Of course I did. You told me he wanted to—”
I grab her by the throat and squeeze slightly. “Shut up.”
Her eyes go round.
“You were supposed to proposition him, come on to him, get him to take you out back and fuck you up against the wall.”
Goodness knows he needs to let off some tension.
Her throat bobs against my palm, breath quickening. “Yes…Yes, I should have done that.”
