Page 66 of Heartless Sinner

Me: Like sewer water.

Brooks: Get accustomed to drinking sewer water then.

Brooks: I’ll be honest.

I snorted.

Me: WHOA! That’s a first.

Brooks: You taste delicious.

Me: Remind me to Google how not to taste delicious.

Brooks: No. You need to Google how to swallow cum better.

Me: Maybe I would’ve swallowed better if I’d actually wanted to swallow.

Brooks: I’m not a fan of spitters.

Me: I don’t want you as a fan.

Brooks: Too bad. You shouldn’t have barged your way into my life years ago.

Me: I’ve tried to step out of it.

Brooks: Liar. You’re everywhere I turn.

Me: Don’t select me as your Fawn, and I’ll stay far, far away.

Brooks: I like keeping my enemies close.

Me: I’d be bad for your image. Imagine what the public would think.

Me: A Fawn who thinks your cum tastes like sewer water is bad press.

Brooks: No one in public will ever know you’re my Fawn.

I frowned, hating that it was a secret. That could never be used to my advantage.

Brooks: You’re just Fawn fun before I enter the real world.

Brooks: You’re not marriage or First Lady material.

I stared at the screen, my gut clenching. That one hurt.

Not because I wanted to be Brooks’s wife. That was never going to happen.

He was trying to hurt me. Damn him for succeeding.

I shouldn’t have replied, but I lacked self-control.

Me: What are you looking for then?

Brooks: A Fawn.

Brooks: A pussy to fuck.

Brooks: A mouth to suck my cock.