Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) by Rachael Orman

what we were going to do. No longer caring, I threw my phone across the room and followed it with another bench, both smashing into the wall and leaving dents. I hated feeling like I was helpless, which was exactly what I felt like.
    Deciding the best idea was to go find a whore to take some aggression out on, I angrily stomped to the living room and grabbed the arm of the first whore I found and dragged her into my office, her heels clicking on the floor as she tried to keep up with me. The anger flowing through my muscles had my cock hard and ready when I pulled it out of my jeans.
    Without a single word, I bent the whore over the desk and yanked down the tiny shorts she had on. I slid on a condom I snagged from my desk drawer before wrapping her long hair around my hand. Pulling her head by the grip I had on her hair, I roughly shoved my cock into her.
    “Fuck,” I groaned, slamming my hips against her. Fast, hard, and angry. My free hand gripped onto her shoulder, another point of leverage to pull her back to meet my greedy thrusts.
    “Oh, Wrench!” the whore moaned. I leaned forward, and sank my teeth into her shoulder, causing her to scream out, which had been the goal. I wanted her to hurt the way I did. It wasn’t her fault I lost a good man, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use her to take away some of my pain.
    To make up for the bite, I reached around, slipping a hand between her thighs to tease her clit while the sound of our skin brutally meeting continued to fill the room. Her tiny thighs squeezed against my hand as she reached one hand up behind her and tried to sink it into my hair, but I pulled my head away and slammed into her especially hard, so she’d lower her hand for support. She screamed out when she found her release minutes later and I pulled out of her.
    I used my grip on her hair, to make her turn around to face me. She leaned in like she was going to kiss me, but again I leaned back and pulled down on her hair to make her sink to her knees. With my free hand, I pulled the condom off and tossed it behind the desk before making her take my dick in her mouth.
    It took at least ten minutes of her working my cock with her mouth and hands before I finally felt the stirrings of an orgasm. Fisting my own cock, I beat off until finally come spurted out of my cock and onto her face. The sight of my release made me smile as I adjusted my pants and zipped them back up.
    “Go. Clean up.” I nodded towards the door. The girl made a face and grumbled under her breath as she picked up her shorts, but did as I told her, shutting the door behind her. Where the fuck was Dirty? He should be back. I wiped off my sweaty chest with a towel from one of my desk drawers and threw it on the floor near the condom before going in search of him.
    In the kitchen a few guys were gathered, drinking and eating as usual. Not finding Dirty, I turned to go to the game room. The whore I’d just fucked was coming out of the bathroom down the hall from my office. She smiled and winked at me, then she even threw one of those girly little waves at me before walking towards me.
    I scoffed, turning on my heel to walk away from her. I closed the door to the game room behind me, hoping she would get the hint. She’d been a lousy lay anyway, not that it mattered. She could’ve been the best lay I’d ever had and I still would want nothing to do with her.
    In the game room, I finally found Dirty. He was sittting on one of the many couches with Ryan. In a nearby loveseat, Melia looked upon the couple. Dirty was speaking quietly to Ryan, who was shaking her head before whispering back. I headed towards them. When I was only a few feet away, I heard the door bang against the wall and the whore scream my name. Sighing deeply, I turned to face her as I tried to keep my temper from exploding on her.
    “What?” I growled at her.
    “Are you really going to act like we didn’t just fuck in your office? I’ll probably have bruises from