Page 39 of Remorseless

Adopted sister.

Without warning, his door opened, and his wife sashayed in, holding two thick file folders. Her round ass and big titties served as his downfall. The moment he’d met her, he couldn’t wait to fuck her. Her botoxed lips pillowed his balls when she sucked his cock. He’d thought her pretty. Now, she looked like a heavily made-up caricature with brown-blonde hair and flat blue eyes.

She slammed the door shut.

They hadn’t spoken to each other much in the last week. He hated the sound of her voice.

She sat the folders in front of him. Her tit brushed his arm. He smelled her perfume and her desire. His cock jerked and hardened.

Diesel clenched his jaw. Every secret he’d ever shared with Tabitha ran through his mind. Each suspicion her behavior raised once he married her swarmed his thoughts.

She laid her hand on his shoulder. A sparkle flashed in the corner of his eye. The diamond she’d wanted and he’d bought her a few weeks after their wedding. To get her the fuck off his back. To bribe her into silence. A combination?

He didn’t know then and he didn’t know now. However, he’d finally uncovered apartial truth. Shewasaffiliated with Bash. He would visit the motherfucker and then go to Uncle Christopher, instead of the other way around as originally planned. If he revealed his intentions and Uncle Chris vetoed the idea, Diesel might lose the opportunity to see what Bash wanted and how Tabitha fit in.

But Tabitha’s duplicity and his own stupidity made him doubly hate her. He wanted to humiliate her before he killed her. Just as Uncle Christopher did Torie.

Tabitha forced herself between his chair and desk, leaving him no choice but to slide back. He threw her a dark look.

Her nipples beaded. His breath hitched and his balls tingled. Getting to his feet, he glowered into her eyes, despising her for destroying his last bit of hope in the female sex. Aunt Meggie and the other six women in their family were anomalies. No, the other five. Bailey had turned into a fucking miserable cunt, too.

Tabitha finished the lesson his mother had begun years ago.

He grabbed his wife’s throat, jerked her forward, and licked her lips. He squeezed until she choked and fear rose in her eyes. Smiling, he relented on the pressure, but didn’t release her.

He brought his lips to her ear, dripping with dangly diamonds. “I fucking hate you,” he breathed. “I’m going to kill you as you suck my cock. Shoot you in your fucking head.”

It was his biggest fantasy, the one he came hardest to. The one she never believed.

“You don’t have the balls,” she mocked. “Big talk from a little man.”

He straightened, ran a finger along her cheek and down to the bodice of her short sweater dress. He slid a hand inside, felt her warm flesh, and squeezed hernipple. Tears rushed to her eyes and pain erased her derision.

“You’re right, Tabi Cat,” he said, using Rebel’s nickname for her. “I wouldn’t want your death grip ruining my dick. I’ll do it as I come in your face.”

He hadn’t let her nipple or her throat go. She trembled. Moaned. Her wet lashes fluttered and her nose reddened.

“Weep, love,” he murmured. “Beg. Cry.”

She obliged and burst into tears.

Grinning, he cocked his head to the side. “There, there, sweetheart,” he crooned, finally releasing her. He lifted her dress, shoved her thong aside, and massaged her big clit. A thin layer of fuzz covered her cunt.

“You’re sopping wet. You love to fuck me, don’t you?”

She glared at him, forever resenting her addiction to his cock.

“So does Nyx, Diana, Joplin, Fia, and Tauriel. Their beavers are so much prettier than yours.”

He shoved three fingers into Tabitha’s hot pussy. Pressing her lips together, she jerked. His thumb fluttered over her clit.

“I love the taste of Nyx’s cunt the best,” he said conversationally, sliding his fingers in and out of his wife and thumbing her clit. “It’s like sweet cream.”

Rebel’s would taste even sweeter. On their date after her sixteenth birthday, he’d eat her out and show her how to suck him off.

Shame-fueled anger surged into him, and he growled. Thrust a fourth finger into Tabitha’s snatch. Moved his thumb faster over her clit. She tipped her head back, and he bent, biting her neck. He exposed the tit he’d abused. An angry red colored her swollen nipple.

He bent his head and clamped his teeth around it. Her cry hardened his cock further. Her juices dripped down his hand.