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She grips my hair and I feel the pain in my scalp as she pulls me up until my back is against her chest, and I have to bend awkwardly to keep the toy in my butt.

“Yeah? Do you think I should let you? I got nothing last time. Maybe this makes us even, hmm?" She says into my ear.

I whine and close my eyes, forcing myself to focus on how good the vibrations feel. "I gave you two. I'll give you more. As many as you want. Please." I beg.

God, I feel pathetic right now, but she lets go of my hair and pushes me back onto the mattress. "That's what I like to hear." She says.

I didn't expect Shelby to act like this, but I'm not complaining.

I cum with a scream, biting down on the pillow to quiet my screams that threaten to echo throughout the entire apartment.

Shelby stops moving, letting the small toy vibrate inside of me while I ride out my orgasm until I feel so sensitive that I pull away from her and further onto the bed.

When I collapse onto the mattress, she smacks my butt harshly and digs her nails into my skin. "We're not done. You promised as many as I want. Get up." She says with a small giggle.

I don't think I can keep up with her.

Before I can move, I hear the front door open and loud laughter from Carlie and Sean, making Shelby jump off the bed so quickly that she almost loses her balance. “Gotta go, text me when you want to do this again.” She states as she rips off her strapon and starts pulling her clothes on as quickly as possible.

I get it, but it still stings that she's practically running from me just because they're home.

“Kay, bye!” She chirps once she's fully dressed, darting out of my room before I even have the chance to respond.

Chapter 16

Leon Aldon

“Anyway, as I was saying, Maeve is so beautiful and smells like the sweetest blueberries. How does she do that in this heat? Even when I fucked her the other night! I bet those pregnancy sweats will be just as sweet.” I say happily.

I hear an annoying groan, turning my head and rolling my eyes when Professor Turner spits up more blood. “Just kill me already.” He whines.

God, he's such a baby.

So, I may have skinned him a little bit, just his face, hands, and feet, but that doesn't mean he needs to bitch about it.

I huff, turning back around and grabbing the salt out of the cabinet. “Will you quit interrupting me? We're talking about Maeve.” I plead.

Every time I try to talk about her or anything at all, he bitches and moans about mercy.

You know, it's annoying that I can't even have a civil conversation without this fucking troglodyte interrupting me.

“Blueberries, we get it!” He moans.

Asshole, no wonder he ended up here.

“Yes! Blueberries, she smells so fucking good! Not just her perfume, but that cunt, my God, Turner, she's delicious.” I happily brag.

I walk back to the metal chair he's strapped into and admire my handiwork, seeing all the bones and muscles in his hands as he squirms in his restraints. It's oddly unsettling and satisfying to see how the muscles in his face tense and move as he groans and attempts to talk.

I mean, he's missing quite a few teeth now, but he still does his best.

“You do know that Ms. Henderson is on birth control, right?” He asks.

I think his entire life just flashed before my eyes. I quickly grab the salt, pouring a hefty amount onto his left hand's exposed muscle and tissue. “Why the fuck do you know that? I know it may be a little scary, but I need the truth and it's safer if you give it to me. Did you fuck ma petite fleur?” I ask flatly.

I will light this man on fire if he fucked my girl.

Turner screams pitifully and he tries so hard to pull his hand through the restraints that he ruins all of the perfectly clotted veins that my salt had created, and a bloody mess starts to fill my table all over again.