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Violent Tendencies

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“I sleep with my knife and I’m taking this gun.” She lowers her arm in defeat.

“Fine,” Blaze nods. “You stay with Zander though.” His hand lands on my shoulder and I groan.

“Fine,” She shrugs, unaffected by the thought of sleeping in a room with me.

I mean why would she be affected? She’s swallowing and fucking dick every day.

“Lucky cunt,” Santos growls, and Darius shoots me a dirty look.

I lead her to a bedroom on the lower floor while the guys head upstairs.

“How will the interrogation start?” Her husky voice hits my back as we enter the room. “Orgasm deprivation? Knife play? Waterboarding?”

“The fuck?” I turn on her.

“I like most of those things, except waterboarding but I can hold my breath for a long ass time,” she grins. “What’s first?”

“First you can shower in there,” I point to the bathroom and I open a drawer with some of my clothes. I have clothes at each of the guys’ houses.

“Then you will sit in there while I wash this blood off me.” I throw a t-shirt and a pair of boxers at her.

“Whatever,” she huffs and turns on her heel into the washroom.

Is that blood on her thigh? I tip my head back on a groan and pray for my dick to deflate. I feel like I’m sixteen all over again.

I hear the shower start and then her voice floats out. She’s fucking singing in the shower while washing blood off of herself, and she sounds like a dying cat.

What fucking gets me though is how she’s so cool through all of this? Fuck it, the best way to corner someone is while they’re naked, and I can get some images together for my spank bank.

I open the bathroom door and cringe when her voice gets louder, is she singing Adele? Dear fucking god she’s singing Adele.

“I think you’ve broken every window in the fucking house.” I growl, fighting hard to hold in my laugh.

“What’s that?” She pokes her head out around the glass door. “Are you offering to wash my back?”

Fuck yes I am. I may be suspicious of the hooker, but I’m a fucking man, too. I drop my pants and whip off my shirt before climbing in behind her and shutting the door. I know I should be weary of her but I’m thinking with my fucking dick.

“No hidden knives in here, right?” I ask her and nearly shoot my load on her back when she grins over her shoulder.

She has a full back piece done and it’s a detailed Grim Reaper. All black, blues, and purples swirling together and the gray of his scythe shines like it’s actually catching the light’s reflection. The art is so fucking detailed and beautiful. I look a little closer and notice it’s not a male reaper but a female, one with strands of blonde hair blowing from under its hood.

“You’d be missing your balls if I did have a knife,” she interrupts my gawking and looks down at my cock, then back up to my face. “Look who’s bigger than Daddy.”

That should turn me off, right? I shouldn’t be harder because of it and I shouldn’t be basking in praise that implies she’s fucking my father.

“Unless you’re going to put that mouth to good use, I suggest keeping it closed.” I reach for the shampoo and my cock brushes her ass.

She tenses and then arches her back to press into me harder. I run my finger down her spine and revel in the moans that my touch brings out of her.

“You want my cock, Selene?” I ask. “After you just had Daddy dearest? I could smell you in my fucking house last night.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I fucked your daddy last night, he even ate me out like a champ. The real question is, can you erase him? Are you better than him?”

Her words have me burning with anger and lust. I yank her around and lift her into my arms. This bitch has no idea what she just got herself into.



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