Page 74 of Dollhouse

Not that I’m complaining when she’s got a pussy as sweet as she does. She tastes like salted caramel, and that’s suddenly my new favorite flavor. I know if I’m not careful, I’ll become addicted. And I cannot become addicted.

This may be fun, but I can’t let a woman become my weakness. I may say a few nice words to make her swoon, but I’m not stupid enough to allow her to get too close or keep her around for too long. My brothers have feelings for Tate, and they’ll be crushed when it’s time for her to go, but for now, we’ll enjoy the time we have with her. For however long that may be.

I don’t trust Tate. I know she’s keeping secrets, and something feels off. I haven’t been able to shake the lingering feeling I’ve had from the moment we brought her to our cabin.

Unease is settling in, then realization hits me like a slap in the face when I hear my father’s words in my head.

She’s a distraction. Eliminate the distraction, son.

Instead of thinking about pussy, no matter how great it is, we should be thinking about our business and working on getting a new supplier.

Typical Eli to get distracted by loose pussy.

Those damn Disciples were able to sneak in and take miles of our city and our supplier because we were too distracted with the last wet cunt that got our cocks wet.

That distraction was eliminated in the same way we eliminate every distraction or enemy.

Death.

“You okay?” Rowen asks, eyeing me suspiciously. I’m standing outside of Tate’s bedroom door, my hands in fists at my sides, my eyes narrowing in on the door.

He always did know me better than anyone else and he can always see right through the mask I wear to shield my emotions.

“She’s a distraction.” The words taste like poison, no matter how true they are.

His shoulders pull back and he straightens to his full height.

Ro and I nearly stand eye to eye to each other, but I have one inch on him.

One single pointless inch.

King is the tallest of the three of us. That man is a fucking giant.

“What are you talking about?” he says through gritted teeth, his usual bright green eyes now darkening.

“She’s a distraction, Ro. We’ve been spending all of our time on her and finding out who wants to kidnap her when we should we worrying about our business.”

“We can do both, you know we can. We have enough resources.”

“We can’t afford another distraction, and you know it. That’s how Malakai went undetected in our city for fucking months because we were busy buried in pussy.” Women are a weakness and that’s a weakness we can’t afford.

We couldn’t then, and we can’t now.

Not when we have too many enemies who would love to wait until we’re down and then attack.

Maybe she’s the enemy. You don’t know everything about her. Get rid of her.

I shake the voice from my head. Clearing my throat, I say, “We can’t let a used pussy distract us, brother. Eyes on the bigger picture.” Wrong thing to say to someone who’s a ticking time bomb.

I know how Rowen feels about Tate, and he’s never forgiven himself for the shit that went down during their childhood. He’s protective over her.

I should’ve expected the punch, but it still takes me by surprise. My head jerks back, and I stumble, instantly feeling the warm blood draining from my nose.

I deserved that. I know better than to badmouth her to him.

“She’s not a fucking distraction. Just because you got your dick wet doesn’t mean you get to throw her away because you’re done with her. You don’t make the fucking decisions, Eli.” He opens the door to her bedroom and slips inside, closing it quietly in my face. I assume she’s sleeping or else he would’ve slammed it instead.

He leaves me standing there with a bloody nose and feeling regretful for the things I said.

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