“I don’t know, nor do I give a fuck. Mason is better off without her. She became a millionaire after my father died and split.”
“What about his father?”
“She wouldn’t give up the bastard’s name. Most likely some married rich piece of shit who kicked her to the curb once he found out she was pregnant.”
“I’m sorry about your dad.”
He shrugs his shoulder. “He was never the same after his stroke. Death was better for him.”
“That’s harsh.”
He chuckles. “Hold on while I get my tiny violin.”
“It’s okay not to always be an asshole.”
“But I’m so good at it.” He pauses for a minute. “I can’t help but wonder why you didn’t reach out to let me know you were expecting. You couldn’t possibly have known Trevor was the father.”
“You’re right, I didn’t. I thought it was best not to contact you unless I was one hundred percent sure you were the father.”
“I’m sure you were excited when you learned I wasn’t, imagining you would live happily ever after with Trevor. Just so you know, I would never deny my flesh and blood no matter how much I hate the mother.”
He latches onto my arm when I swing my legs over the side of the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I want you to take me home, now.” I’ve had enough of his shit for one night.
He jerks me back. “I run this fucking show, not you. You’re staying the night, so lie down and get comfortable.”
I wonder how different things would be if Sebastian was Art’s son.
I feel disgusted with myself watching her delicate face as she sleeps. Thick eyebrows arch over slightly slanted eyes, small upturned nose, and thick soft pink lips—fucking perfection. She ensnared me in her spider’s web after only one night of fucking, and my dumb ass was easy pickings. Shit, this fucking female will always drive me crazy. I should’ve thrown her out of my car when I realized who she was, but I’m fucking weak when it comes to Cin and always will be. My emotions resemble a bubbling volcano, unstable and prone to erupt unexpectedly. I want her, but I fucking hate her. My hands tremble as I think about causing her pain. Fuck forgive and forget. Anyone who crosses me will remain on my shit list forever, and she’s number one. I want her to experience the same hurt she caused me. She became my salvation, helping me when no one else could. God, she made me so damn happy. I would’ve given her any fucking thing. Those last words she said to me eight years ago still haunt me.You should’ve died the day you slit your wrists.I was ready to devote my life to her, but that night changed everything. I visit Cole’s grave on his birthday every year because of her. What makes her so goddamn special? There’s absolutely nothing unique about her. I’ve fucked plenty of gorgeous women, from supermodels to actresses. I pull the comforter down her body, revealing the sexy dip in her back. My dick stands to attention. How the fuck can a back make me hard? I tug the comforter down farther, exposing her nakedness. She mumbles but remains asleep when I squeeze her delectable round ass—it’s like touching cotton. I cover her with my large body, waking her up instantly.
“Stop! What are you doing?”
“I’m ready to ravage your pussy again,” I say, entering her welcoming heat.
She wiggles beneath me, trying to get free. “I’m too sore.”
I lay my forearm across the back of her neck, pushing her face into the mattress.
“I don’t give a damn. You’ll need a cane to walk after I’m done with you.”
She may be a Cin, but I swear I’m in fucking heaven. Her sopping-wet cunt greedily consumes my dick. I fuck her ruthlessly with no remorse, tearing through her already inflamed flesh—each stroke more brutal and powerful than the last. Her fingers dig into the bedding as she makes unintelligible sounds.
“If you fuck another man, I’ll torture him before dissolving his remains in acid. And you won’t escape my fury, oh no. I’ll kill you too.”
I explode as her sweet cunt milks my dick. Shit, this fucking female will always drive me crazy.
It’s still dark outside when I wake in bed alone. Not bothering to put on any clothes, I go downstairs in search of Cin. If she ran, I’m going after her. I won’t allow her to back out of our arrangement. I turn towards the kitchen when I hear a noise coming from that direction. I watch as she rummages through the cabinets, looking like sex incarnate in my shirt.
“What are you doing?”
She screams, spinning around, clutching a hand to her chest. “You scared me.”
Her gaze traverses my naked form.
I smirk. “Do you like what you see?”
