I needed her gone. I got what I wanted from her and very easily, too. Glaring down at her, I debated if I gave her a gentle shove off me and onto the floor if she’d get the hint and leave. It was bad enough she was in my bed, but what she was doing just made me sick. I wasn’t a cuddlier. Usually, I got rid of the women before they even made it to the bed. The lounge, the day bed on the balcony, up against the wall, even the kitchen table was where I fucked them. I didn’t like women in my bedroom, my bed. That was my space. Sitting up, I shoved the woman off me. Fuck, I was going to have to buy a new bloody bed. She moaned and moved towards me, but I stood and went to the bathroom. I needed to get clean. Turning the shower on, I got under the spray and scrubbed the skank in my bed off me. Last night had been the night from hell. I’d thrown two dealers out and helped my security with three people who OD’d and one who had passed out.
What do You think about Richard: Caveman Instinct --- Gypsy Curse Book 2?
