Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,39

freedom was something I’d crave myself if I didn’t believe freedom was bullshit. Except, with Indy, I truly hoped it wasn’t. I hoped for more. Because she deserved it. She deserved a break from the past, to be free of the cage of her memories.

As for myself, I was just glad I was the one holding the key to that cage.

Naked now, I headed to the bathroom. That was full of girly frou-frou shit as well. Considering these buildings weren’t really supposed to be residential, I figured she owned this place and had decided to live in it simply because she worked crazy hours. It was eleven at night now, but she’d only just finished up and that was because it was mid-week. Weekends, she worked even longer shifts.

Still, for all this place was commercial, she’d prettied it up. The bathroom consisted of a cast iron clawfoot tub, a small shower cubicle, a toilet and a vanity that was loaded down with candles and that dried flower shit. The stuff that didn’t really smell after a while and was just a dust collector. Well, maybe in other women’s homes, but not this one. Indy’s dried flower shit was clean. Nothing was dusty. She was pretty anal about cleanliness too. Which always made it amusing to me when I left her on the bed, cum dripping out of her pussy, dirty as fuck.

Knowing the drill, a drill we’d slowly worked into, and one that was going to pretty much be the blueprint for the future—and I definitely saw us having a future—I took a leak then started the water in the bath.

As I did, I thought back to that night where I’d seen her and wanted her. I mean, I was a guy. I’d been attracted to her for a while, but the night where I’d seen her for real would stick with me for years.

When I’d watched her, on her hands and fucking knees, scrubbing the floor with one of those nail brushes?

I’d been pretty sure I was about to cum in my pants.

Cleaning was imperative to me. Not because I was anal or OCD, but DNA was my enemy. Eradicating it, and evidence, was my life’s goddamn work. So watching her could only have been hotter if she’d been cleaning nak—

Huh.

I scratched my chin as I thought about that as my next punishment. I’d love to watch her scrub the fucking floor, pussy and tits bare, then have it end with her sucking me off.

Christ.

I was getting another boner, and I was way too fucking old for that shit. Of course, I’d been way too fucking old most of my life.

As I poured some of the crap she liked into the tub, allowing the perfume that Indy scented of most days to fill the bathroom, I sucked in a deep breath before I twisted around and headed back toward the bed.

She hadn’t moved.

That came as no shock.

If I’d ever seen anyone be fuck-drunk, it was her.

Lips twitching at the thought, I moved over to the bedside, stared at her and found myself unable to do anything other than run my fingers through the cum that was bubbling out of her slit. Fuck, I loved cream pies and I rarely got them.

That was why it was hilarious Jingles thought she could sway me with her tits and ass. You needed to double bag your dick if you approached any of the clubwhores. Where was the fun in that?

Indy had an IUD, which was a good thing because I had no intention of being a dad, not after the shit I’d done, seen, and learned, but the sight of a woman’s cunt drenched in my cum…delicious.

Even better when it was her cunt.

She twitched at my touch, but I didn’t stop. My fingers toyed with her even as I reached down and jacked off a little, not really wanting to get another boner but wanting to just enjoy the moment when Indy’s defenses were down. Not in a creepy way, just in a way that meant she was allowing me in, which was hard-earned.

For the rest of the night, she’d be pliant, until she woke up, the day fucked her over, and when I got near her again, I’d have to warm her up once more.

A douche might ask if she was worth it—just like she had earlier.

But a douche didn’t know what Indy was worth, period. Just like her.

There was a reason I was allowing myself back into this world—because she