Traitorous Heart: #7 (The Traitorous Heart Series) by Breena Wilde Page B
Authors: Breena Wilde
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gently on the mouth. I responded hungrily, hoping I could show him with my lips how much I cared for him.
When his lips left mine, he took a deep breath. “Tell me how you really feel,” he said with a seductive smile.
Need fluttered between my thighs. “I want to.”
He kissed my cheek. “Soon.”
CHAPTER 3
Griffin
Staying awa y from Katie was one of the most difficult decisions I’d ever made. I fucking had to though. It wouldn’t feel right to be there with her at the hospital after what I’d done with those other girls, but especially Chloe. Every time I thought of fucking Chloe and seeing Katie come into that room after the show at The Attic, my stomach got sick. And then when I overheard her talking to someone about cutting Katie, I became livid. When I realized Chloe had left The Attic I debated whether she was serious or not, but I finally called the police. They almost didn’t make it. When I thought of that large knife pressed against Katie’s neck, blood running down her throat it became hard to breathe.
Yet I didn’t change.
Sometimes I couldn’t believe how much of an asshole I really was. How had I allowed myself to get so far from her? I cared about Katie. Loved her. Yet I continued to fuck random women just for the sheer pleasure of it. And possibly to hurt Katie too. It made no sense, but I wanted her to only want me. Fucking other women made me feel better.
Like now. My make up artist, Sherry or Sally or Cindy, I wasn’t sure of her name, had her mouth around my cock. She was sucking and slurping. She was doing okay, but it was obvious she’d watched too much porn. I put my hand in her hair and forced her mouth deep onto my cock so she gagged. “That’s it. Work it.”
She moaned, pinching and pulling on her nipples. They were pierced. I was curious about what else she’d pierced.
She stood. “Wanna fuck me, Griffin?” She slid a finger down her body and between the lips of her pussy. It was pierced. I had the urge to tug on it.
“Yeah,” I said, turning her and bending her over my chair. Then I lifted her tiny plaid skirt and moved aside her red thong. “You ready for me?” I asked, pushing a condom all the way on and then shoving inside.
“Awwww, you’re huge. Your cock was made to fuck.” Her ass smacked against me as she moaned and pushed further on me. “Fuck me. Ahhhh, fuck me.”
I reached around and found her clit, lightly pulling on the small hoop poking from it.
“Mother fuck, that feels good. I’m going to come. Don’t stop.” She reached around and moved a finger in and out of her ass.
I rammed her pussy deeper until my orgasm crested.
“Shit. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming,” she moaned.
When we finished she stood up straight and looked at me. “Your dick is magical,” she said, flicking my chin.
I smiled. “Thanks.”
She pulled down her skirt. I threw away my condom and did up my pants.
“Let me touch up your makeup.” She went to work powdering the light sheen of sweat along my hairline.
“Awesome,” I said, watching her work in the mirror. Katie didn’t deserve a man like me. I was a fucking mess and I knew it, which was why I’d left the hospital. That lawyer, Cage Devereux had shown and I knew he truly cared for her. I could see it on his face.
And as much as I wanted to fucking hate the guy, I realized Katie deserved someone who would treat her the way she deserved. He seemed to be that kind of a man.
Even if I’d decided to stay with Katie, I couldn’t have anyway. I’d signed a contract with Warren Records and the marketing push for the release of Crushed Velvet’s first album was in full swing.
I was back in L.A. Today marked day one of our video shoot. Then tonight the guys and I were going to be interviewed by a local radio station.
“Mr. Maxwell. They’re ready for you on set,” a girl in super tight jeans and a tiny top said as she walked in.
“Thank you.” I quickly
When his lips left mine, he took a deep breath. “Tell me how you really feel,” he said with a seductive smile.
Need fluttered between my thighs. “I want to.”
He kissed my cheek. “Soon.”
CHAPTER 3
Griffin
Staying awa y from Katie was one of the most difficult decisions I’d ever made. I fucking had to though. It wouldn’t feel right to be there with her at the hospital after what I’d done with those other girls, but especially Chloe. Every time I thought of fucking Chloe and seeing Katie come into that room after the show at The Attic, my stomach got sick. And then when I overheard her talking to someone about cutting Katie, I became livid. When I realized Chloe had left The Attic I debated whether she was serious or not, but I finally called the police. They almost didn’t make it. When I thought of that large knife pressed against Katie’s neck, blood running down her throat it became hard to breathe.
Yet I didn’t change.
Sometimes I couldn’t believe how much of an asshole I really was. How had I allowed myself to get so far from her? I cared about Katie. Loved her. Yet I continued to fuck random women just for the sheer pleasure of it. And possibly to hurt Katie too. It made no sense, but I wanted her to only want me. Fucking other women made me feel better.
Like now. My make up artist, Sherry or Sally or Cindy, I wasn’t sure of her name, had her mouth around my cock. She was sucking and slurping. She was doing okay, but it was obvious she’d watched too much porn. I put my hand in her hair and forced her mouth deep onto my cock so she gagged. “That’s it. Work it.”
She moaned, pinching and pulling on her nipples. They were pierced. I was curious about what else she’d pierced.
She stood. “Wanna fuck me, Griffin?” She slid a finger down her body and between the lips of her pussy. It was pierced. I had the urge to tug on it.
“Yeah,” I said, turning her and bending her over my chair. Then I lifted her tiny plaid skirt and moved aside her red thong. “You ready for me?” I asked, pushing a condom all the way on and then shoving inside.
“Awwww, you’re huge. Your cock was made to fuck.” Her ass smacked against me as she moaned and pushed further on me. “Fuck me. Ahhhh, fuck me.”
I reached around and found her clit, lightly pulling on the small hoop poking from it.
“Mother fuck, that feels good. I’m going to come. Don’t stop.” She reached around and moved a finger in and out of her ass.
I rammed her pussy deeper until my orgasm crested.
“Shit. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming,” she moaned.
When we finished she stood up straight and looked at me. “Your dick is magical,” she said, flicking my chin.
I smiled. “Thanks.”
She pulled down her skirt. I threw away my condom and did up my pants.
“Let me touch up your makeup.” She went to work powdering the light sheen of sweat along my hairline.
“Awesome,” I said, watching her work in the mirror. Katie didn’t deserve a man like me. I was a fucking mess and I knew it, which was why I’d left the hospital. That lawyer, Cage Devereux had shown and I knew he truly cared for her. I could see it on his face.
And as much as I wanted to fucking hate the guy, I realized Katie deserved someone who would treat her the way she deserved. He seemed to be that kind of a man.
Even if I’d decided to stay with Katie, I couldn’t have anyway. I’d signed a contract with Warren Records and the marketing push for the release of Crushed Velvet’s first album was in full swing.
I was back in L.A. Today marked day one of our video shoot. Then tonight the guys and I were going to be interviewed by a local radio station.
“Mr. Maxwell. They’re ready for you on set,” a girl in super tight jeans and a tiny top said as she walked in.
“Thank you.” I quickly
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