CorbinMy head throbbed. My balls throbbed harder. And now that stupid w***e Princess wanted to look at my papers. What did I care? They were a hopeless mess to me, so they wouldn’t mean anything different to her. Besides, it might help distract the pair of us from our pulsing frustration.
Why had she stopped so suddenly? She had obviously been enjoying herself. The evidence was all over her panties. And then: why had I stopped? She was my w***e. I had every right to f**k her, protesting or not. In fact, it was my f*****g duty to the motorcycle club. Then why hadn’t I gone and f****d her anyway?
Because you like her, a small voice said in my mind.
Bullshit, I responded. She’s nothing but trouble.
But that inner voice had a response: Because you admire her.
That, at least, was true. So
