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finger knuckle deep inside my pussy. He curved and twisted my fingers and found my G-spot, and I found myself riding his hand. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers like the good little cum slut you are.”

Ignoring his degrading words, I closed my eyes and gave way to the waves of sensation coursing through my body. For a moment I didn’t want to think about the circumstances of why I was here and what this man had done to me.

All I wanted was to feel good if just for a moment. As my climax barreled toward me, my body convulsed, and I screamed out. “Oh God, Nick!’

He continued to fuck me with his digits until I was a boneless mess. Finally when Nick removed his fingers, he pulled out of me and held up the glistened hand that was drenched with my juices.

He smeared it against my lips, coating them before finally shoving his digits into my mouth. “Lick it clean.”

I hesitated for only a moment before doing what I was told. I ran my tongue over his flesh tasting myself on him.

Nick released a low moan which sent a rumble of need through my body. “You just can’t fucking help yourself, can you, whore?”

Suddenly, he pushed me off of him, catching me off guard and sent me crashing to the ground.

He stood up abruptly and stormed out of the kitchen leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened.

Chapter Fourteen

Nick

I avoided Frankie for the next couple of days because I couldn’t stop thinking about that lost expression her eyes that reminded me of a kicked puppy. She had no right to look so wounded when she was the one who’d caused the irreparable damage.

I didn’t necessarily have to trip her that way at breakfast, but I was still angry and confused. It had been my intention to make her uncomfortable, but the harsher I was toward her, the guiltier I felt. Maybe it was time I reread Kenny’s journal again to renew my justification for treating her exactly the way I had been.

I couldn’t keep letting her get under my skin. Every time she was around me, my dick had a mind of its own, and I could think of nothing else than to touch her, hold her, devour here until she had no other thoughts than me. Most importantly, I wanted her to realize that she’d made a big mistake leaving me for Kenny. I wanted to whip him out her memory until I was the only man in her thoughts.

It made me feel like a shitty person for having such uncharitable thoughts about my own brother. It was bad enough my brother had been dealt a tough hand with his disability, but to have had someone like Frankie attach herself to him who basically found a way to shorten his life was worse. The coroner had said that he’d died of natural causes, so there was no real way to prove that she had harmed Kenny in some way.

My mother was certain of it. My mother was always full of conspiracy theories and had a bit of a persecution complex, but this time I had to agree with her. Maybe if I continued to make Frankie miserable enough, she’d end up confessing somehow. And there it was: excuse number 125 for why I had taken her into my home. It seemed as though a new one popped into my head to justify the fucked up thing I was doing. It was my way of dealing with the guilt.

I glanced at my watch impatiently as I waited for my mother to arrive for lunch. She was the one who suggested the country club. I hated coming here because it was nothing but a bunch of pompous jackasses and overpriced food. This place was nothing more than a status symbol where people could flaunt their wealth amongst themselves.

The only reason I had purchased a membership here was to entertain clients, and it afforded a degree of privacy that wasn’t given in public restaurants. I had added my mother under my account as a member, and she loved it here. It was funny how she loved this place so much considering we didn’t grow up wealthy. After our Dad left, my mom struggled like most single mothers. It had been up to me to be the man of the house, and I was the one who helped her with my younger siblings.

According to my mother, I had done a horrible