Crane Lord.
My heart is still racing, but it’s for another reason. It’s been so long, yet it feels as if no time has passed. He’s every bit of the man I walked away from, which is clearly being demonstrated in the way he is maneuvering his head to control the female’s movements as she attempts to use her mouth to pleasure him.
His eyes are locked shut, and he’s too preoccupied to notice someone else has entered the room. The sounds of her sucking on his cock causes the bile to rise in my throat. This feels the same as when I caught him in the act before. Maybe it’s my father’s way of torturing me from beyond the grave. He wants me to fail. Perhaps he wants all of his children to be miserable the way he lived most of his life. I often wonder if he was ever capable of love. If so, he’d lost his motivation long before I came into the world.
While Crane is indisposed, his senses in overdrive, I take full advantage of the situation.
My arms cross as I clear my throat loud enough to shock the both of them, and when he finally focuses on me for the first time a wicked smirk forms across my disgusted face. “I see some things never change, Crane.”
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