Typhon

Chapter 23

Stone~

It was supposed to have been a punishment. It was supposed to have been a way to exorcise her from my system. It was supposed to have been a dirty fuck for a dirty slut.

However, after removing the condom, I'd stood in the bathroom, and I couldn't ignore how my entire body had still been shaking from the experience of being inside Rylee Madden. My heart wouldn't stop competing with a racehorse, and my hands had actually shaken so badly that I'd had to hold on to the countertop to stop them from smashing the mirror. It had taken me too long to get my shit together, and when I had exited the bathroom, to Rylee sitting on my bed like she belonged there, that had snapped my resolve. Resentment and hate were like a blended tornado inside my chest.

She just looked so fucking perfect.

With her eyes on me-unafraid-I was ready to weaken and be willing to work it out, and fuck if that didn't bring my demons to life. So much so, that I hadn't even flinched at the hurt that flashed in those dark blue eyes of hers at the callousness of my words.

Rylee didn't even spare her purse a glance. Her eyes held mine as she asked, "What?"

My chin went up. "You heard me," I replied. "Get out." She looked bewildered, and I hated her a little bit more for it. "Do you need an escort?"

She stood up, and my stomach dipped at how she was unsteady on her feet for a second or two before she composed herself. The fresh memory of those legs shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm was making my dick twitch, and I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't take her again if she didn't get the fuck out of my condo soon.

"Hold up," she replied. "I-"

"Besides," I jumped in, "the clock's ticking, Rylee. You're going to have to get back to the party soon if you're going to make your quota for the night."

Her head reared back as if she'd been slapped. "My quota?"

"Yeah," I chuckled humorlessly. "You know? All those dicks that you wanted to try out tonight?" She just stared at me, but I wasn't going to let her play the innocent act. "I still have the texts you sent me tonight, Rylee."

"The texts I sent you," she echoed quietly while she was finally getting it. It also made me wonder if she'd already been drunk as fuck when she'd sent them. That could be why she was slow on the uptake. However, drunk or sober, it didn't matter. Drunk honesty was just less tactful than sober honesty, but it was still honesty.

"Gotta get as much dick in as you can before the wedding, right?" I said, reminding her of her texts. "Only, no need to worry about it now since there won't be a wedding."

Rylee shook her head slightly. "Then...then what was that?" she asked, pointing to the bed.

I shrugged a shoulder. "I'm not a fan of sloppy seconds," I told her cruelly. "I figured that I could break you in tonight, and I don't give a fuck about the dicks that come after me." I gave her a mocking grin. "However, I was courteous enough to use a condom. As much as I don't give a fuck, the next guy might not have enjoyed sliding into my leftovers." I winked at her just to be a dick. "Of course, you're a hot enough fuck that the next guy might not even mind if you're already a little dirty on the inside. Your pussy's tight enough to make a guy overlook that little detail."

She choked out a shocked whimper, but I told myself that I didn't care. We stared at each other for what had to be the longest minute of my life, but when she finally realized that I was serious, she quickly reached down to gather her purse. However, she was halfway across the room when I stopped her. Rylee turned around, and the look in her eyes gave me pause, but I quickly batted that shit down.