Page 56 of Dirty Monsters

Okay, I was not suddenly Miss Perky just because I had been fucked several times, all day, by Ro. But I was close enough to the edge of actually being happy to fake it for my meeting with Lisa.

“Can I ask you something?” Lisa asked, setting her tablet down and leaning in closer to where I was sitting across from her in her office. “What happened to you?”

“Excuse me?” I wasn’t offended, but I didn’t know which part she was asking me about. Was she asking why I was suddenly okay? Or why I was here in the first place?

I panicked at the very idea of her figuring out Ro had a magic dick, and I was the recipient of his enchanting ways. I didn’t want him to be taken away from me so quickly after only recently finding our footing, but I didn’t want to spill my guts either.

“You don’t seem like the type of girl who ends up in rehab,” she pushed.

“Is there a type?” I bit out, a little frustrated. “One thing I’ve learned is addiction doesn’t care who you are, Lisa. This place has people of all races, genders, and sexualities. In fact, the only thing everyone has in common is the size of their wallets and how they landed here.”

“That’s kind of my point.” She leaned back and tapped her chin before continuing. “I’m not asking what a girl like you is doing here because of what you look like. I am asking how you ended up here. Seems like you have the world at your feet if it’s what you choose.”

I scooted closer to her as well, trying hard to maintain a poised disposition. If I kept being the brat I was a few days before, I would never leave. Unfortunately, the lack of blood in my brain from Ro-induced orgasms made my lips looser than I had planned.

“Once upon a time, my older brother violated me in my bedroom while my parents were sound asleep. He threatened me. He made me bleed. Guess how Mom and Dad handled it when they found out? They sent him away. The end. So you will have to excuse me for not fitting a stereotype, but sometimes, sweet little princesses don’t get happily ever afters.”

Lisa’s jaw dropped open, and she sat back in her chair. She grabbed her tablet and nodded at me before typing something.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” she asked, not even focusing on me.

I didn’t have to ask her to reiterate. I knew what she meant because it did feel good. I felt so fucking free.

I opened up a little more, never mentioning I had a second brother but letting her know enough that I felt wave after wave of relief.

By the time my session was over, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and sleep for days.

Which was weird because it was the first time I had focused on Kane for that long without begging for sex or drugs.

* * *

I knocked quietly on the door, not wanting anyone else to hear me but hoping it was loud enough he would answer. It took several tries, but eventually, the door swung open, and Ro was standing in a towel, his hair wet from a shower, and looking stunned to see me.

After getting his bearings, he snapped his eyes up and down the short hallway and pulled me into his room.

“No one saw me.” I laughed, trying to ease his tension.

“What are you doing here?” he asked harshly, his teeth not even parting.

“Damn, bro. I guess I thought you would be happy to see me.”

I turned around to leave, not feeling like taking his shit at the moment. I was still on a high from my day of sex and therapy, and I wouldn’t let Ro bring me down.

Before I reached the doorknob, Ro grabbed me and spun me back around to face him. My hands ended up on his wet pecs. His hand was tightly on my shoulder.

He didn’t say anything else, simply crashed his lips to mine. I was acutely aware he was in a towel and holding it closed with one hand. Sliding my own hands down his abs, I snaked my hand under his towel, making it come undone and fall to the ground.

“Don’t be shy, bro. I’ve seen you naked.”

He growled at my dirty use of the word “bro” and picked me up under my thighs before depositing me on the bed. He crawled over me, and since I was in skimpy pajamas and a robe, I was undressed beneath him in no time.

Unlike in the shack earlier or even the night before, Ro was slower, softer. I waited for him to get rough, make me scream, make me crazy.

But not this time, and my guess was because he didn’t want me to be too loud while we were inside. Slowly, Ro entered me and kissed me gently as he rocked in and out of me. We were on a whole other wavelength than we were before, and it scared the fuck out of me.

Where was my monster? Where was Ro?

I pushed back on him, not severing where we were connected but enough to peer into his eyes, to figure him out.