The Filthy Series: The Complete Dark Erotic Serial Novel by Megan D. Martin Page A

He moved behind me and I heard him rip something open, a package. A glance in the mirror showed it to be a condom he was rolling over his thick cock.
    I have an STD.
    I smirked. If there was anyone who deserved one, it was him. But he wasn’t going to get it.
    Taylor reached forward and brushed a hand against my cunt. His fingers slipped easily through the slippery folds. “Fuck, Faye baby. You’re so wet. So wet for me.”
    I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t. I was wet for him. My cunt was fucking throbbing for him alone. It was sick, fucking disgusting, but I wanted it. I wanted it almost as much as I wanted the line of coke tempting me on the counter.
    “Tell me how bad you want me.” He smacked my ass again, fisting his cock.
    “Bad,” I bit out. “Fuck me. Please.”
    He didn’t hesitate, slamming his dick into my pussy. The force pressed me against the counter. I looked down watching the blood drip from my nose into the sink. He pulled out and slammed into me again, wrenching a moan from my lips.
    “Oh, Faye baby. I missed that sound. That sweet fucking sound.” He pistoned his hips again triggering the same noise.
    He pumped faster. And that’s when I felt it. The pressure building deep inside me.
    What am I doing? I can’t do this.
    But the sick part of me pushed those thoughts away at the same time I pressed my ass back against Taylor, meeting his thrusts with my own. He took a step back and continued pounding into me, our skin slapping together. I bent at the waist pressing my face closer to the line of heaven.
    “Not yet,” he growled and I obeyed. I moved my face to the left to keep the blood from splattering on it. “I want to hear you say it.”
    His words reverberated in my head, bouncing around. I knew what he wanted, what he was asking for. I didn’t want to give it. The stubborn part of me didn’t want to give him that too. I was already giving him my body, my cunt, something I swore he would never have again. And yet here I was pressed against my bathroom sink, him fucking me ruthlessly from behind.
    A moan escaped my lips, but the word didn’t.
    “Say it, Faye.” His grip tightened on my waist, his nails biting into my skin. “Say it and it’s yours.”
    My eyes fixated on the bump I wanted so badly. The sweet drug that would pull me under. It would save me from reality for a few blissful moments. And that’s what I wanted. Needed.
    Don’t say the word.
    “Daddy,” I moaned.
    “Fuck, yeah. That’s my girl. Take it.” His voice was somewhere between a groan and gravel, rumbling against my skin. The sweetest words I had ever heard.
    I leaned in shoving two fingers roughly against my bleeding nostril and pressing my nose down to the line. I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t bask in that blissful moment of desperation before sucking the blow into my body. I just breathed in taking it all, the sweet bitter heaven I’d been looking for. And then my body erupted—like some fucking volcano I exploded, the orgasm wracking through me while the drug burned away at my nose, my body, hell, my very soul. I seemed to collapse in on myself with the power of it all thrumming through me.
    And then I heard him groan a sound so familiar I wanted to cling to it and shove it away all at once. I pushed myself up on weak arms and gazed into the mirror, meeting eyes with the woman looking back. I didn’t know who she was, this bloody, junkie who had just orgasmed on her step-father’s cock for a line of blow.
    She was a stranger. And I wished I could leave her there in that bathroom with the blood and the drugs, with the cock that was sliding out of her. But I knew I couldn’t.
    She was my stranger. My demon. Me.

FIVE

    I stared out the window at the darkening sky, watching the Dallas skyline grow closer with each passing second. I was empty and full all at once, ever since I left the bathroom and joined the real world again. The world where my mother was dead and my family was just down the hall