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Chapter 17 Oakley
Past…
The whiskey and ecstasy buzzing through my system is enough to almost knock me on my ass as I stagger through the front door.
“You live here?” the hot blonde I brought home from the bar squeaks behind me.
Technically I live in the guesthouse, but I don’t bother telling her that.
I’m too focused on dragging her up the staircase to my temporary room where I have every intention of bending her over and fucking her till she can’t stand.
However, the little hottie has different plans because she shoves me onto the bed and drops to her knees.
Fuck yeah.
“You go
“Holy shit,” she breathes as she looks her fill. “You have a cock piercing.”
Gets them every time.
She bites her lip. “I’ve never been with a guy with one of those.”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I grin down at her. “Well, you know what they say. There’s a first time for everything.”
Shooting me a seductive smile of her own, she utters, “Very true.”
A moment later she stretches her mouth around the head of my dick.
However, that’s not what grabs my attention.
That would be the petite figure I spot through the crack in the door.
Bianca.
Wearing a tiny white t-shirt and lacy panties, baby Satan’s glaring daggers at me…watching my every move like the little stalker she is.
But it’s the naughty look in her eyes—the one daring me to continue—that turns my dick to steel.
Grabbing the back of the girl’s head, I urge her to take me deeper.
I groan when she does, but it has nothing to do with her.
It’s the defiant way Bianca’s holding my gaze the entire time. Taunting me.
Goddammit. I’m sick and tired of her shit.
“Stop,” I bark.
The girl jerks in surprise, her movements coming to a halt. “What’s wrong?”
I dig my wallet out and toss her some cash for a cab. “You need to leave.”
Bianca shoots me a nefarious smile before she disappears.
Anger mixed with unwanted lust floods my veins.
This isn’t over, baby girl.
Not by a long fucking shot.
The blonde is understandably offended. “Are you serious?”
Tucking my dick back into my jeans, I stand. “Yes.”
And then I brush past her.
Because it’s time to teach the little wicked princess a lesson.
One she won’t forget.