Whore

Chapter 36 - Whore

Morning light cut through the curtains and spread across the wrecked bed, revealing twisted sheets, pillows pushed out of place, and the remains of a restless night. The room was warm and stuffy, carrying the heavy scent of sweat and intimacy, while Torin and Alisha lay exhausted in the middle of the mattress, their bodies marked with faint bruises and other reminders of everything that had happened between them during the night.

Torin woke first, remaining still for a moment as he stared at the ceiling and slowly became aware of the soreness in his muscles. Alisha was still asleep beside him, her breathing slow and steady, her hair scattered across the pillow as she slept without a care in the world. Torin carefully moved away from her, slipped out of bed, and placed his feet on the cold floor before standing.

He crossed the room quietly and pulled the curtains open, allowing the pale gray morning light to flood inside. Outside, the city was only beginning to wake, with distant traffic moving along the streets and the first sounds of morning reaching the room through the closed windows.

Torin turned toward the nightstand and picked up his phone, hoping for a message he already knew probably wasn't there. Gia had left him on seen hours ago, and she still hadn't come home. He opened their conversation and stared at the last message for several seconds, his thumb hovering over the screen before he finally locked the phone and placed it back down.

The thought of Gia suddenly walking through the door crossed his mind, and for a brief moment his chest tightened as he imagined what she would have seen if she had arrived during the night. He pushed the thought away almost immediately, refusing to let himself dwell on it, and turned his attention back toward the bed.

Behind him, the sheets shifted, followed by a quiet sound from Alisha as she slowly woke. She opened her eyes and looked toward him through the morning light, her voice low and rough from sleep as she murmured, "Mmm... morning."

Torin glanced back at her and gave a small nod, while Alisha tried to shift into a more comfortable position and immediately slowed when the movement reminded her that she was still sore from the night before. She pulled the sheet closer around herself and rested against the pillow, blinking several times as she adjusted to the brightness filling the room.

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything, and the quiet between them felt strangely different from the noise and movement that had filled the same room only hours earlier. Then Alisha's stomach growled loudly enough for both of them to hear, and she looked away with a tired expression that made Torin almost smile.

"You're hungry," he said.

"Very," Alisha replied, rubbing her face as she sat up a little. "I don't think I've eaten since yesterday."

Torin looked toward the door and then back at her, realizing that his own stomach felt just as empty. After everything that had happened during the night, both of them were exhausted and starving, and food suddenly seemed like the most important thing in the world.

"We should get something to eat," Torin said as he reached for his clothes.

Alisha nodded and slowly pushed herself upright, gathering the sheet around herself as she looked toward the window.

Torin ordered food on his phone without looking away from her, then headed for the bathroom. His cock swung heavily between his legs as he walked. A moment later Alisha followed, completely naked, and stepped under the spray with him.

He smirked, water running down his chest. “Still not satisfied after getting railed all night?”

She rose on her toes, pressed her soft body against him, and kissed him filthy and deep—tongue sliding slow against his. When she pulled back just enough to speak, her voice was a whisper against his mouth.

“I just want to save time.”

Then she turned into the water so he could watch it cascade over her heavy tits and down the full curve of her ass. Torin stepped in fully, pinned her to the cool tile with his body, and put his mouth and hands everywhere. He sucked one nipple hard while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass. His cock slid between her wet thighs, the thick shaft rubbing firmly against her clit with every slow grind. He bit the side of her neck and growled against her skin.

“Greedy little thing”

They kissed and ground against each other until she was moaning and dripping down his cock, but he refused to push inside. When they finally stepped out, both of them were still throbbing and unfinished.

The food arrived. Torin answered the door in an bath robe, cock still visible and half-hard against his thigh. He brought the bags inside and set them on the table. They sat across from each other in nothing but loose robes. Her nipples were tight under the thin fabric; his dick remained wet and heavy against the front of his. Alisha ate slowly while her bare foot casually rubbed along his thigh under the table.

Torin caught her ankle, pressed her foot higher until it rested against the hard outline of his cock, and asked quietly, “So what now?”

She looked up, voice already a little breathy. “What do you mean?”

“Kelly moves in tomorrow,” he said. “You didn’t spill everything about the past just for one night of getting stretched.”

Alisha’s mouth curved into a small smirk. She slid her chair closer. “I thought you’d claim we were in a relationship now.”

Torin laughed low in his chest. He pulled her out of her chair and onto his lap so she straddled the hard ridge of his cock through the robe. His hands settled on her bare ass under the fabric.

“We both needed support,” he said, grinding up into her once. “I’ll gladly keep giving it.” He winked.

She blushed but kept moving her hips in slow, deliberate circles as she began to talk.

“Kelly is a whore. She fucked her way up by sleeping with the mayor more times than anyone can count.”

Torin’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass. “How?”

Alisha kept rocking against him while she explained. The bribes. The journalist who caught them on a recording. The scandal that destroyed the mayor’s election chances. The mayor turned on her completely—blocked her pay, blocked Tina’s training fees—then his in-laws forced the relocation just to erase every trace of the affair.

Torin kept her grinding on him as he asked, “If they want her gone, why is she still breathing?”

Alisha sighed against his mouth. “Her father is a former high-court judge. He still has enough connections to keep her alive. But she’s wiping every trace of herself clean just to stay that way.”

Torin cupped her face with one hand, still hard and throbbing under her. “What do you want from me, then?”

Alisha leaned in until her lips brushed his. A filthy little smile curved her mouth.

“Revenge, darling. Pure fucking revenge.”

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