Jason's POV
"Ahh… slow down… please… it hurts…"
I continued to drown myself in the cries of the whore I was fucking as I bent her in front of me, on the couch of the private room at Caston's bar.
Caston had arranged our usual private room, the one with the oversized couch that stretched across three walls. It was wide and deep enough for all five of us to use it at once.
Today it was just me and Rafe and he had sent two whores for both of us.
Rafe had already moved to the carpeted floor, fucking his whore with brutal indifference. He didn't care whether the bitch was even comfortable between him and the floor. He was simply waiting for that one perfect moment, when he would finish and drain every last drop of her blood to appease the hunger gnawing inside him.
As for me, I was here because I want to forget that bitch, who had ruined our lives and has returned to our lives once more.
Eira.
