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I laugh.
“I didn’t make you eat that child’s pussy. That was all on you, Fox. Now get the fuck out of my office.” I growl.
I nod at Frank.
“Let’s go, Mr. Fox.”
“Close the door.” I call after them and then sit back and smirk.
Idiot.
They all are. I’ve watched enough men with a little liquid courage do things they regret for the rest of their lives.
Mostly thanks to me.
Or maybe they enjoy it and don’t have as many regrets as I think. Either way, one thing remains true: they all remain emboldened to me for the rest of their lives. It’s made me an immensely powerful man. The best part is they can’t even discuss it with one another.
Actually, that’s a lie.
The best part is that I get to watch them destroy their lives. Nothing makes me come harder than a grown man with an innocent, knowing he just made himself my bitch.
I slide my hand under my desk and unzip my fly. Tugging out my cock, I let out a moan as my hand wraps around it.
My eyes press closed as a memory flashes before me. A small body, soft new skin, and a tight hole.
Fuck.
It’s the little sounds that tips me over the edge every time.
“God.” I grunt as my hand speeds up and imagine Kyra on her knees sucking my cock.
She’s young enough to appeal to my desires, and submissive enough to never ask what I’m fantasizing about when she finally figures out that she alone is not enough to fulfill me.
And also, how demented my tastes are.
CHAPTER EIGHT
MADDOX
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I put my phone on the speaker as Mitch closes the car door and circles around to the driver’s seat.
“Parker,” I answer.
“Where the fuck are you?” he demands.
My lids lower in response to his tone. “I am heading home. What’s wrong?”
I think I know, but I’m not offering up the information should I be wrong.
“Is she there?”
Ah, so I was right.
“Who?” I ask, my voice a rasp as I delay answering. I don’t want Mitch to hear, so take it off speaker and put it up against my ear.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He hangs up and I shake my head.