Page 111 of Adam & Eve

of you back in my day. Sweetest pussy I ever tasted, but you’re not good for much else.”

Unmoved by his insult, I did and said nothing. He was trying to get a reaction out of me.

“He has good taste.” He licked his lips. “You know I fucked his wife?” he blurted out

randomly. “After he took my Maggie, I feel he owes me. And since he owes me, you owe me like

Jenny did. Can’t fuck you all big and pregnant though, but…” His eyes fell to my lips. “I bet you're a

good cock sucker.”

Who was Maggie? was my initial thought, then I processed the rest of what he’d said, and my

face crashed. Standing with my fist balled at my side it took everything in me not to swing.

“Now I know for sure you’re an even bigger nut than your son. You need to leave,” I managed

to grit out past the lump in my throat.

I couldn’t believe he thought I was going to suck his cock because of some bullcrap between

him and his son. Then again, why wouldn’t he think that? Being associated with Adam caused crazy

mess to happen.

He ignored me and took several steps in my direction until we were standing face-to-face. “I

could call the cops right now and tell them to check your grandfather’s backyard. That’s where you

buried her isn’t it? Or...” He left the other option hanging in the air.

Tears gathered in my eyes, but I didn’t cry.

“Tears won’t help you, girl. Either you do it or give birth in jail,” he growled.

My insides churned as he removed his jacket then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

“On your knees, girl.” When I didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed a handful of my hair and

yelled his directive again right in my face, making my ears ring.

Anger, the type I hadn’t felt in years, threatened to choke me. If I hadn’t been pregnant, I would

have tried my best to beat him to death. Instead I lowered myself onto my knees. I concentrated on his

shoes until his pants dropped to the floor. When I looked up his dick was mere inches away from my

face.

Pleading with my eyes, I tried to get him to change his mind. A grunt left his mouth and his

brows pressed together. Staring down at me he gave his version of the charming and disarming smile

his son used to lull his victims and for a moment, I hated them both equally. I wouldn’t have been in

that predicament, there on my knees, if it wasn’t for Adam.

“Go ahead, suck it.”