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I need to know that she needs this too.
“Right now, Hitch,” I demand. “Tell me you love it!”
“I love it,” she cries. “I love the way you talk to me. The way you chase me. The way you need my pussy.”
“Not just your pussy,” I correct, my tone gritty and raw. “Your mouth. Your ass. Your tits.” I grab her big breasts from behind, twisting her nipples in my grasp until she whimpers like a wounded animal. “Your brain.” I slap the side of her face, then slam into her again. “Your fucked up mind. Your soul. I want all of you, Hitch. I want your very last breath.”
She moans, signaling she’s about to come. I grab my phone, replaying the video in front of her so that she’s forced to watch her confession on repeat. I pull the belt leash, cinching it around her neck at the exact right moment.
“Duane,” she moans, burning a hole right through me. My good little plaything remembers exactly what I ordered her to do.
“Come from me, slut,” I say. “That’s it. Take it for me. Such a good little whore.”
Once she comes, I pull out, spinning her around to face me, then force her down to her knees as I unleash my come, marking her in long stripes of white. It paints her cheeks, her tongue, her forehead. It even gets in her black hair. She sticks out her tongue, licking the last drop off of the crown of my dick.
A knock bangs on the door and she jolts.
“We need to talknow!” Braden shouts.
I grit my teeth as Reggie grabs her purse, leaving the broken lens on the floor.
“I should get going anyway,” she says. She dresses quickly as Braden continues his racket on the door. Once she’s ready, I hold the door for her and Braden stands in the way. He glares at her, his teeth bared like he thinks he could actually do something to her, when we both know that wouldneverhappen.
I won’t let it happen.
“Bye,” Reggie says over her shoulder to me, and I walk behind her, making sure she gets to her car. Braden follows us like a shadow. Once her car turns on, he flips toward me, yapping his damn mouth. Todd joins us, and that’s when the rage comes firing back into my body.
I want to cut off Todd’s hands. His dick. Everything that touched her. Todd needs to die. It’s disrespectful tomyselfto let him live.
“Where is your head?” Braden asks. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
I slowly look at Braden.
“We’re talking business, Duane,” he grumbles.
Business has to come first. Before me.Before Reggie.
Doesn’t it?
“What was Reggie doing here?” Todd asks.
I don’t bother answering. She’s not selling for me now, anyway. Why are we even having this meeting?
Braden doesn’t take long to spill the news. He holds up a new napkin.
“I found this pinned to the door of the spore house,” he says. “It’s gotta be her, Duane. Who else would it be?”
SELL THE BUSINESS OR THE POLICE ARE NEXT.
I stare at the note. It’s the same jagged handwriting, but the more I think about it, the more masculine the letters look—too harsh to be my woman.
But Reggie is a smart one, and putting that sort of angle on a note like that would be just the sort of thing she would do.
After all, she’s still trying to record us.
“We need to move the mushrooms,” I say, changing the subject.
Braden shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That’ll mess with their growth. Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get them like this?”
