Chapter Eight
Artemis
I’m sitting in the living room while ole Susie Q is gearing up her, most likely, tragically unused pussy to get us out of this fucking attempted homicide. I can hear Mark’s low, pathetic attempt at a seductive tone as they start making their little arrangement, and I turn her TV on.
I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have anything more than basic channels and wonder how pissed she’d be if I ordered a little adult entertainment while they got it on. I mean, I would pay her back, and I needed to do something to pass the time anyway.
I looked down at the remote control in my hand and realized that this thing was so fucking advanced that the only buttons I recognized were volume, on, and off.
So much for a well-deserved self-nooner.
I raise an eyebrow curiously, taking another sip of coffee. It’s still quiet, and I’m wondering what the hell is taking so long. I haven’t fucked Mark yet, but I’m pretty sure he’s most likely a one-pump chump.
Susie, on the other hand, probably hadn’t fucked in years, if at all, and would most likely cum faster than him.
Placing my coffee cup down on her pristine table, I pull my legs up underneath myself and lean my head on the couch arm. Cartoons will have to do to pass the time, and I’m pretty sure I don’t even know what the fuck I’m watching when I finally hear something similar to a sex scream.
“Fuck!”
I can’t figure out if that’s Mark or Susie, which amuses me. It could be Mark with a still tender cock from his coffee blowjob, or it could be Susie finally feeling what it’s like to be penetrated with a cock. Not just any cock though; that goddamn thing that Mark is packing is fuckinghuge.I don’t even know how I got most of it in my mouth without getting lockjaw.
“Hey, little goddess? Come here.”
I could feel the bile backing up in my throat. I don’t know why, but I had a disgusted feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“For what?” I call back, lifting my head off the arm rest.
“I want you to see something,” Mark says loudly.
“I’ve already seen everything you have to offer,” I grumble back. I say it just loud enough for him to hear me, and it’s the damn truth. There is nothing that pervert can show me that I haven’t already seen on his damn body.
“You haven’t seen this,” he says with a laugh as the door to Susie’s bedroom creaks slowly open.
With a sigh, I get up from the couch and walk out of the living room, hovering just inside the doorway. And there he is, in all his horse-cock glory. His beautifully tanned, defined body, complete with that damn grin that turns me on and makes me dry heave at the same time.
“I’m not joining in on your little session, so you can forget it,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Wasn’t gonna ask you to,” he replies, leaning his hand against the door frame. “But I would like you to come see this.”
I roll my eyes and walk slowly toward him. I don’t trust him; I never have and I never will, and the grin on his face doesn’t have an ounce of seduction in it. There’s something almost malicious about it.
“What?” I ask, stopping at the kitchen sink and standing on my tiptoes to try and peek into Susie’s room.
“Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me before? Come closer,” he says, his grin widening as he holds out a hand toward me.
“Mark, cut the fucking dramatics out and tell me what the hell it is you want before I run,” I reply in annoyance.
He drops his hand to his side, tilts his head, and looks at me for a moment, the amusement shining brightly in his eyes. He looks down for a moment and does his annoying teeth sucking thing before he lifts his head again and starts to walk toward me.
If I remember correctly, there should be a knife or a meat hammer or some kind of sharp or blunt object somewhere on the counter behind me.
That’s how the two of you got into this mess in the first fucking place. Bad idea.
“You don’t trust me,” he says when he reaches me. Mark places a hand on either side of me, gripping the inside of the sink and leaning close to my face.
You got that right.
“I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanna show you what happens when you think you can pull one over on me,” he says softly against the side of my face. The way his stubble feels against my cheek triggers an insta-wetness I’ve never felt before, and I can feel my legs starting to tremble.
