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My name is Hemy Knox and I’m a fucking heartbreaker . . .
I’ve hurt the one person that means the most to me in life; the only woman I have ever fucking loved. I let the drugs, alcohol and wild life take over; consume me. I got her where I wanted her and ripped her fucking heart out.
Since then, I’ve spent countless nights having dirty, meaningless sex with a multitude of people; only leaving them wanting and begging for more with no regrets. Some may even call me the devil; soulless.
They look and judge, but there is one thing they don’t know; no one does. I want more than this life of stripping and sleeping around; the never ending party. I want love and everything that comes with it; that high that never ends. The problem is . . . I only want it with her.
Onyx.
She refuses to be mine . . . again. She’s smart and it’s a mother fucking pain in my ass; guarding her heart while ripping mine right out of my chiseled chest. I can’t say that I blame her. I always was a dumb ass when it came to the emotions of a woman, especially her.
She wants to see me suffer as much as I made her; watch me wither and fucking die at her feet. She wants to crush me until I’m no longer breathing and I will let her, because it hurts far less than not having her as mine.
I will stop at nothing to make her mine again. The pain only drives me harder; feeding my fury and giving me a reason to live . . . her.
***Author's note*** Due to strong language and a very high amount of sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. This is #2 in the Walk Of Shame series of novellas that will all be STANDALONE reads. This includes F/M and F/M/M so if you’re not into dirty sex scenes with filthy language, then this book is not for you. If you are . . . then, come meet the dirty boys of Walk Of Shame.
I stand in the doorway of the back room for a few minutes pushing my thoughts away, until a slow seductive song plays over the speakers. Without thinking, my body starts moving to the rhythm of the music.
I run my
hands down the front of my body while grinding my hips to the beat. My jeans
are sitting low on my waist and my button down shirt is rolled up at the
sleeves, halfway undone. The girls take notice and instantly start screaming
while waving their money around.
Stopping at
the first round table I set the bottle of whipped cream down, grab the closest
girl’s chair, and spin her around to face me. Her eyes go wide as I straddle
her lap and grab the whipped cream off the table.
I start
grinding my hips to the music, pushing my erection into her as I grab her hands
and place them on my chest. “Undo my shirt. Slowly.”
She starts
doing as told. I tilt my head back and spray whipped cream into my mouth.
Reaching beside me, I grab for the sexy brunette close by and run my whipped
cream covered tongue across her soft lips, slowly and teasingly. I love teasing
these women. It’s the perfect distraction.
When I pull
away I see the brunette run her tongue over her mouth, licking off every last
drop of cream. She sits back in her chair and watches me with hooded eyes, no
doubt wanting to taste more.
Noticing that
my shirt is now undone and hanging completely open, I yank my shirt off and
wrap one of my hands in the back of the blondes hair with one hand, while squirting
whipped cream all the way down my chest, stopping at the top of my jeans.
I grind my
hips against her one more time before standing up and reaching for the
brunette’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “On your knees,” I command.
She gets down
on her knees and all the women start screaming random things.
“Take it off,
Hemy!”
“Grab his
dick, Katy.”
I block out
the noise and smirk down at her. “Take my pants off.”
Looking up
into my eyes, she reaches for my jeans and slowly starts undoing them.
“Faster,”
someone screams.
That must
motivate her, because she yanks my zipper down and rips my jeans down the top
of my muscular thighs. I place my hand on her head and push it against the thin
fabric of my white briefs.
After rolling
my hips a few times, I pull away from her and smear a huge amount of whipped
cream down the length of my hard cock. “You ready to get dirty?”
She nods her
head as I rub my finger over the fullness of her lips, getting a feel for
what’s going to be wrapped around my cock. “Lick it off. All of it, from the
dirtiest place first.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author. Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion. She lives for a good romance book with bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood. She is the author of Wake Up Call, This Regret and Slade (Walk Of Shame #1) and is currently working on more works for 2014.
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