He knew I was a terrible daughter, and I’d make a terrible mother, a terrible friend.
I think about Phoenix. I took the man she loved only to destroy him. I deserve to feel whatever pain Corbin is planning on sending my way.
“Kneel,” he says, attempting to take control from me. But one thing I’ve learned from my time with Langston is that no one can take anything from me without my consent. He can boss me around, and I can follow. He can touch me without my permission, but until I give him something, he has nothing. He can touch my body all he wants; all I care about is my heart, and he won’t be coming near that.
“With pleasure,” I say, kneeling in front of him.
Corbin’s eyes widen as he realizes just how far I’m willing to go.
“You really don’t love your husband, do you?”
“I really don’t, but I love to fuck.” My eyes cut left, then make a slow circle around the men in the room before landing back on Corbin with a grin. “So who is going to give me the pleasure of fucking me first?”
I purposefully spread my knees, giving Corbin a direct view of my pussy.
He stops breathing.
I smirk.
“I want you to suck me and then every other cock in this room. Show us what a dirty slut you are,” he says.
In my head, I roll my eyes. Men are such simple creatures; always with the dick sucking like that is somehow demeaning me. They would do anything I say for a simple blowjob.
I inch forward and grab onto Corbin’s pants, yanking them down.
His cock springs free, a
lready hard. It’s thick and long, a decent looking cock, but my pussy doesn’t get a drop wetter. When he fucks me, it’s going to be dry and painful.
I lower my head to his cock, but before I touch my lips to his tip, I’m jerked back by my hair.
Langston.
He starts shooting.
Shit.
I thought he understood I didn’t want him to save me.
Bullets start flying all around us. Then I see Maxwell. I look at his wrist and remember that he protected me. He’s on my side.
End this, I mouth to him.
He jumps over the couch and is by my side in an instant with his gun at my temple.
“Stop or she dies,” Maxwell yells.
Langston stops, turning his head to stare at Maxwell. I know he’s confused about whose side Maxwell is on, and I’m not going to help him.
“Drop the gun, Langston,” Corbin says.
“You won’t kill her; you can’t kill her,” Langston says, looking between Corbin and Maxwell.
“Not yet, we can’t. But we can kill her child,” Corbin says.
Langston smirks. “No, you can’t. Because I have her child.”
Corbin laughs. “So sure you have the correct child? And even if you do, you’re willing to let an innocent child die? Even if she did love you, she’d never forgive you for letting a child die.”