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Not when I understand how truly fucked up she is. She’ll never change.
“Probably not,” I sigh, pulling Sloan into a tight squeeze. Tears well in my waterline, but hold them back the best I can. “I promise I’ll check in more.”
“You better,” Sloan warns, pulling back to look me dead in the eye.
“I will,” I nod, stepping back, and then looking at everyone else. “Thanks for coming.”
“Thanks for having us. And thanks for cooking so much food,” Amaya groans, rubbing her full stomach as she looks at Rhett.
He meets her soft smile, returning it. “It was my pleasure. Hopefully I can do it again in the future.”
His words tug at my heartstrings.Hopefully.
Perhaps someday we can return to my gothic little Victorian home and build a life here. Plant the roots deeper this time.Make a place for ourselves in Hallow Grove that goes beyond one little tattoo shop.
They all shuffle out the door, leaving Emily plastered across my couch behind them. The door clicks shut, and I turn to face her. Rage almost fills me when my eyes fall on her and I see her eye fucking Rhett, but I swallow it down, succumbing to the calm darkness I’m feeling.
“Rhett,” I say loudly, purposely catching Emily’s attention. “Do you think you could get Emily another glass of red wine?”
She sits up at that, pushing her tits out like a bitch in heat.
Rhett’s eyebrow raises, and he’s giving me a confused look, but doesn’t question me out loud. “Of course.”
I smirk to myself, rounding the couch to sit beside her. Rhett returns from the kitchen quickly, holding a half-full glass of red wine.
“Sit with us,” I insist, pointing toward a spot on the couch with my eyes. I want him to sit on the other side of her.
“Here, Emily,” he says as he takes his place on the couch, extending the glass toward her. “Drink up.”
Emily takes the glass, immediately raising it to her lips. She sips it slowly at first, but that’s not good enough for me. I bring my hand to the stem of her glass, tipping it up for her. She almost chokes on the wine, but recovers quickly enough, throwing it back at a faster pace. I force her to keep going, and I don’t let her stop until the glass is empty. Once she finishes, I take it from her and set it on my coffee table.
“You won’t want to feel this,” I whisper to her under my breath.
“What?” she asks, looking at me, but not really looking at me. Her eyes are glazed over and the alcohol is deep in her system.
“Oh, nothing,” I smile sweetly, glancing at Rhett. “Hey, Emily? I thought maybe we could have some fun. You, me, andRhett?”
She leans toward me, using her hand to keep herself balanced. Her speech is slurred when she speaks. “What kind of funnnn?”
Instead of using words to answer her, I reach across her, and then I grip Rhett’s hard cock in my hand. He looks a little surprised, but he quickly goes with it, leaning back and letting me rub against him with the palm of my hand. Her face is only a few inches from mine, and she’s watching me as intently as the alcohol will let her. Turning my head toward her, I kiss along her jawline, moving down toward her neck while I continue stroking Rhett over his pants.
I whisper into her ear when I reach it. “You just seem so tense. I thought maybe we could loosen up a little bit. Just the three of us.”
She moans when I take her earlobe into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and letting soft puffs of air tickle her ear. I take that as my opportunity to pull my hand away from Rhett, bringing it to her center.
“Spread her legs for me,” I tell Rhett as I kiss down her neck.
Rhett leans forward, gripping both of her thighs firmly as he pulls them apart for me, letting me slip my fingers between her legs. She’s wearing a short dress, which I hike up, exposing her neon pink thong. I rub my fingers over her panties, quickly finding her clit. Emily’s back arches as I swirl, making the fabric more and more wet with each motion.
Rhett is watching me, waiting to see what my plan is, so I give him a task. “Take your cock out and let her suck it.”
There’s hesitation on his face, but he does as I say, pushing his pants down to his ankles, then kicking them off. His cock is already rock hard. He doesn’t have to reassure me that it’s not because of Emily, but because of me. Emily hasn’t noticed, but not once has he looked at her. He’s completely enamored with me.Consumedby my presence.
“Emily,” I say to her, grabbing her jaw and forcing her face to meet mine. Her eyelids are hooded as she watches me, but I can see the hunger there. “Get on your knees and suck his cock like the little slut that you are.”
She leans toward me, trying to get a kiss from me, but I pull back. Kissing her neck is hard enough while I’m trying to maintain control. I don’t want to be anywhere near her filthy mouth.
“Get on your knees, Emily,” I repeat, harsher this time.
