Page 119 of Heartless Sinner

Dad’s murder started playing again.

I turned my back to it, humming “No Scrubs” under my breath as I scrubbed harder, trying to drown out his screams.

I looked over my shoulder when my dad’s cries ended, and a woman’s voice replaced them. Brooks was now on the screen, leading some gorgeous woman toward a desk.

Excuse me?

I straightened so fast I nearly dropped the mop.

She dropped to her knees in front of him. I had no idea who she was, and she’d done nothing wrong, but I hated her. It seemed my feminism had limits when it involved Brooks’s cock.

“Don’t you dare do it,” I warned the screen.

She unbuttoned his pants and stroked him.

Brooks tipped his head back.

Oh, I’m going to kill him.

Just as she was about to start sucking him, he caught her by the hair and looked directly in the camera.

“This is what’ll happen if you don’t listen,” he warned. “Disobey me again, and I’ll make you sit in this room and watch.”

A door behind him opened. A masked Son shoved Cory inside.

Cory stumbled, looking from Brooks to the woman kneeling beside him.

Brooks clapped him on the shoulder. “Someone’s here to suck your cock.” He left the room.

The woman shifted on her knees to face Cory.

I waited for the jealousy like I’d just felt for Brooks.

For that irrational urge to rip her away from him by her hair.

Nope. Nothing.

Cory let out a groan from the screen.

“Well then,” I muttered before walking to the table.

I took a drink of water and tuned out his moans.

“Yeah,” Cory grunted. “Take it all. Swallow all that jizz.”

I nearly gagged.

Thank God I wasn’t becoming his Fawn.

His dirty talk wasn’t sexy.

Cory disappeared from the screen, and “Welcome to the Jungle” blasted through the speakers.

I poured water over my hands and scrubbed at the dried blood trapped around my fingernails. I used the rest to wipe the reddish streaks off my bare feet.

The door clicked open behind me.

I twisted around as another masked Son stepped inside.