Rune

​“Oh! Yes! Yes!” She cries, “Right there!”

I want her screaming louder.

My hips rock into her, pounding into her pussy so hard, it’s a fucking miracle I don’t draw blood.

“Don’t stop, baby!” She cries, “You feel so good!”

I wish I could gag her.

Blondie number two sits on the other side of the couch, right next to Blondie number one. She has legs spread wide, playing with herself, as she rolls a nipple between her fingers. All this, on a normal day would do it for me. The girls, the drugs, the fucking. It’s my life, the adrenaline of all this shit. But today isn’t one of those days.

Blondie number two is staring into nothing, high off her ass as her friend screams right next to her. There’s something about her cloudy blue eyes that’s pissing me the fuck off.

They’re blue alright.

But they’re just not the ride shade. Not bright, not innocent, not hers.

I’m on edge.

My jaw is locked tight, there’s tension wound into my entire body. I thought this would be good enough of a release, unfortunately, it’s doing nothing but aggravating me even more.

Blondie number one’s eyes roll into the back of her head. At least one of us is having the time of their lives.

My hand wraps around her throat, she startles, her cries turning more crazed, she’s practically shrieking as the orgasm rocks though her little frame, her fake tits bouncing as her body trembles.

Her cries echo through the large office, she’s so lost in the drug enhanced pleasure, screaming her ass off as her pussy pulses around me that I don’t even hear the footsteps making a beeline for our location.

Kane walks thought the hallway and directly into my line of sight the second I pull my dick out of her. He’s got an entourage with him, at least four to five men pausing right behind him.

I honestly can’t help the laugh that tumbles out of me.

Kane’s expression hardens, his eyes narrowing as he stares down at the scene before him.

Ah, there’s the kind of emotion I’ve been scouting for. The years away turned my brother into nothing short of a robot. It’s a bore. I’m itching to unleash the part of him I know he’s hiding underneath those fitted layers. I want to make his darkness sing.

“If you’ll give us a moment.” He says, to the men I gather must be his business partners. It’s not a hard guess, they’re all dressed in the same boring suits, equal bored, detached looks on each of their droll faces. It’s the same shit I’ve gotten used to seeing on my brother.

The same shit I’m really starting to fucking hate.

The men exit the study, leaving the both of us alone, with Blondie one and two. I make a mental note to ask for their names again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kane asks.

“What does it look like?” I say, “I’m getting my dick wet, brother.”

Kane smiles, it’s a dark sort of amusement. It has me waiting on the edge of my seat for what the fucker has to say next.

Loose it, I chant in my head, fucking loose it.

But no, the bastard remains calm. He walks further into the room, completely unfazed by the naked girls sprawled out on the boardroom couch.

He slips the button out of the front of his suit coat, giving him enough leave to slide his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“I want to know how you do it.”

My smile widens, “How I fuck?”

He smirks, but there’s no humor in it, “How you get off on being a damn fool all the time.”

The grin slips off my face.

His eyebrows raise, “You don’t have an answer? Because truly, I’d love to know. What does it do for you? Making a fool of yourself with your junkie whores. Or are you still twelve? Hiding under your bed, afraid of the dark, begging for daddy’s attention. Tell me, brother, what is it that keeps you going?”

I wish he was standing within an inch of me.

I’d knock his teeth out.

“I’ll do you one better,” I say, “How about tit for tat. Quid pro quo. I’ll let you know what keeps me fucking women in your meeting rooms when you tell me when Dad became your fucking role model. With the way things are going, you just might be the next Patrick Summers.

That, gets a rise out of him. So much so that he doesn’t even try to hide his anger. “Like hell I’m anything like him.”

“Yeah?” I mock, “You think? Because right now, I cant tell the difference between who’s standing in front of me and Aurelia’s old man.”

His jaw tightens.

“You’re following in his footsteps. He’s priming you to take over his company, letting you cook on a pan like some three course meal. You think you’re becoming a man, that you’re becoming something big, but you know what I see when I look at you? Nothing but his little bitch.”

He tosses his head back, barking out a harsh laugh.

“You’ve changed.” I tell him.

“Wish I could say the same about you.”

I lift my hands, faking a shiver, “Scary.”

His lip curls, “You need to take this shit show else where. I have a meeting, there’s a dozen other rooms in this house for you to drown yourself in your STD’s.”

“Don’t insult me,” I say, “I always use a rubber.”

He doesn’t even crack a smile. He makes a move to leave the room, but I’m not quite ready for this conversation to be over.