Page 40 of Remorseless
Again, he straightened and stared into her eyes, holding her gaze, daring her to look away. “You have such a dirty, sloppy cunt.”
Slipping her fingers through his hair, she panted. He jerked his fingers out of her and sucked them.
Her eyes glazed. “Lick my pussy,” she begged.
Smirking, he freed his aching cock, sat Tabitha on the edge of his desk, spread her thighs, and thrust into her. He covered her mouth, swallowing her cry. His fingers dug into her hips. He pounded into her without mercy, wanting to come before he tipped her over the edge. He hated that she found pleasure no matter how brutally he took her. She loved to fuck.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he leaned his forehead against hers. He knew she was close. Her pussy was hotter, wetter, sloppier. Her body was flushed and her mouth parted.
He moved his fingers from her hips and wrapped them around her throat. Just as she started to come, he squeezed her neck.
She gagged and shivered. Her pussy gushed, coating his cock and his balls. Her legs trembled.
He remembered Torie’s last moments. Imagined Tabitha pissing herself before laying dead at his feet.
She made another choking noise and cum exploded from him, filling her.
He shoved her away and jerked out of her, disappointed.
“You’re lucky I came before I decided to completely cut off your oxygen.”
Backing away, he tucked his cock into his trousers. She fell back onto his desk and sobbed. Unmoved, he studied her swollen, red beaver. Her hole leaked cum. Her slit and lips glistened.
“Get the fuck out of my office, youfucking bitch.”
Sitting up, she slid off the desk. If she’d been a man, he would’ve decked her months ago. Of course, if she’d been a man, he wouldn’t have fucked her in the first place.
“You’re going to regret this,” she said around sniffles.
He’d just have to kill her quicker.Beforeshe caused him anymore remorse. Just as soon as he met with Bash, this bitch was dead.
“Doubtful.” He shrugged. “Can’t be anymore than I fucking regret ever laying eyes on you.”
“Fucking bastard. I hateyou.”
“Then fucking leave, so I never have to see your wretched fucking face again.”
“I thought you were different,” she cried. “Easier. More manageable. What happened to the Diesel I met?”
Diesel gave her an icy smile. “You, cunt. You fucking happened.”
Chapter Seven
January 29th
Bright and early Tuesday morning, Christopher walked into the smallest private room at J’s and headed to the temporary coffee station. He’d enjoyed a big breakfast that Megan and Bunny prepared, so he wasn’t hungry. However, he’d gotten addicted to coffee over the last few weeks. It was a habit he needed to kick, but since it wasn’t the worst in the world, he wasn’t searching for fucking Coffee Drinkers Anonymous.
Forgoing the saucer that matched the fine China cup, Christopher walked to the small table and sat. Curlicues of steam rose from the coffee, so he set the cup down and hoped it cooled soon. Nothing like a scalded fucking tongue trying to lick Megan’s pussy.
Snickering, Christopher folded his arms and stretched his legs in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. He hoped CJ had a good day at school. His boywas still shaken over Torie’s death. Seeing his cold, dark side of him upset CJ as much aswatchingthat cunt die. He’d have to reconcile that side of Christopher in his own time. As he’d told CJ, if he wanted to patch in, hehadto not only resolve the two sides of Christopher but cultivate his own duality.
“I always thought Mom was being funny when she said you were Outlaw and not Christopher. Or Christopher and not Outlaw,” his boy had said quietly, sitting on his bed with his back against his wall.
His sadness—the clear disillusionment—hurt Christopher’s soul. Unlike his apologies to Megan for his ruthless side, he spoke as gently as possible to his son, not once offering a sorry. Even his woman knew club life was brutal. She might’ve been a little blind to the reality of their sons patching in, but she understood the truth.
With Torie’s death, Megan was thawing. She was still a little bloodthirsty. However, he had hope that his sweet angel could be rescued from the pits of the hell Christopher’s actions sent her to. He was so fucking sorry he’d almost ruined her. Sorrier still that he couldn’t fucking acceptheracceptance of Rebel on birth control or entering the dating scene.
For the entire weekend, he’d expected news that Kaia Riggs had made good on CJ’s instructions to ask Rebel out. Almost two weeks had passed, along with a lot of bullshit, and the invitation still hadn’t come. Perhaps, CJ decided he couldn’t handle it either and ordered Kaia to back off.
