Dawn (Dangerous Web #3) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,2

on her that was appealing. Maybe her ass. It was still tight, unlike her pussy.

Overuse did that.

“Clean that up,” I said, pointing to the lump of egg shit on the floor.

Nancy opened the door wider and taking slow steps with dirty bare feet, she came to a stop at the mess of eggs. When she looked up, her dull eyes opened wide. “Please, Gordy. I’m hungry.”

“Do I look like I give a shit?” I ran my hand over my belly. “You ain’t paid rent in years. No rent. No food. You’re lucky you have a roof over your head.”

She looked down again at the eggs on the floor. “I-if you don’t want that...I could eat it.”

“You want that?”

She nodded.

My lips curled upward. “Say please.”

Her slender shoulders bowed forward. “Please.”

A chuckle bubbled in my throat. I could take this further, make her beg, but honestly, I wasn’t in the mood. “Fine, eat it off the floor and you can have it.”

“Gordy?”

I sat taller, lifting my brows. “You want it? Eat it. You have ten seconds and then it goes in the trash, where you belong.”

Her legs and arms trembled as she lowered herself to the floor. On all fours, she reached for the cold eggs, scooping them into her hand.

“No hands. You know the rules.”

Watching as she placed her lips on the linoleum and sucked the cold eggs reminded me that despite her uselessness, she was still okay at that particular skill set. I rubbed my hand over the front of my pants. “Lick it clean.”

My dick twitched as she obeyed, her tongue running over and over the dirty floor until there was no egg left. Still on her knees, her lifeless green eyes came to mine.

“Pick up the plate and get me more coffee.”

Nancy stood with the plate and wiped her lips on the back of her hand. After placing the plate on a stack of dishes in the sink, she walked toward me to get the coffee cup. Slipping my hand under her thin dress, I grabbed a fistful of ass and squeezed. “Bring the coffee over here, and I’ll let you suck me real good like the little whore you used to be.”

Reaching for the mug with trembling hands, she nodded.

Her too-thin form walked away. As I took in her ass and skinny legs coming from beneath the loose dress, I voiced my assessment. “Hard to believe you were ever a looker.” I laughed. “Men actually paid to get in your floppy cunt. Now it’s your turn to pay.”

Her money was gone, and her only form of payment was what she’d always only been good for. Without a response, Nancy filled my cup with coffee, set the pot back on the burner, and walked the cup back to me.

I set it on the table. Spreading my knees, I pointed to the floor. After lighting another cigarette, I leaned back against the old kitchen chair.

Nancy Pierce didn’t need step-by-step instructions. Hell, she’d been sucking cock since long before I met her.

Around twenty-five years ago, she had been worth the bother of housing her. That ended when her brats moved in here. The boy was a piece of shit. Last I heard he was dead, died in some explosion, something to do with human trafficking. I’m not surprised. I knew from the first time I saw him he’d never amount to anything.

The little one was sweet enough to eat, but I don’t have a thing for darkies, even the light-brown ones. It was the little redhead who had a nice ass.

As Nancy loosened my belt, I imagined what the little redhead might look like today. After she quit working with my Anna, Lorna Pierce disappeared into fucking thin air. Images and possibilities came to my mind as her mother unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Nancy’s cold fingers surrounded me. I wouldn’t take responsibility for my flaccid state. Getting me hard was her job.

My fingers fisted Nancy’s thinning hair. “Do you want to be my secret friend?”

“Yes, Gordy.”

She gasped as I pulled her hair tighter.

“Mr. Maples,” I corrected.

“Yes, Mr. Maples.”

Nancy had played this role enough times. I shouldn’t have to remind her. At least her mouth was warmer than her touch. With my eyes still open, I imagined a much younger version of the woman taking me between her lips. In my mind’s eye, her hair grew redder, her skin softer, and her mouth more timid.

“Pretend you’re eating ice cream.” I laughed to myself as she licked real