Page 24 of House of Lies

She pushes the shirt down on my shoulders, kissing my chest lightly, more gentle than anything I expect from her. It’s gentler than Mattia would deserve. All he had to do was treat her right. I let the shirt fall to the ground while Caelia moves her fingers on my slacks. She unzips them, and the sound is loud in the room, reminding me I’m doing something I shouldn’t. I step out of my shoes and clothes. Caelia is taking her time, bending her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her as she’s sneaking her hand inside my boxers, grabbing my cock. I gasp in her mouth when she circles the tip with her fingertip, gathering the precum like I’m a horny teenager. I undress completely while I can still think straight.

“Do you want me to come on your cock, husband?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

She slips her tongue into my mouth, guiding me between her legs. I can barely keep my eyes open, but it’s an image I want to remember for the rest of my life. This perfect woman spread naked in front of me, rubbing her clit with the tip of my cock and moaning in my mouth as if she had forgotten about all the hate she carries inside her. I clench a fist in her hair, tugging just enough to force her to open her eyes. I’m not moving a muscle until she aligns my cock at her entrance and smirks. I push the tip inside, making her lips part and her eyes flutter. She anchors her fingernails between my shoulder blades as I slide a little further. Her pussy is wet, stretching to adjust around my cock, grinding on it. My forehead falls on hers, my cock deciding that this is where it could live for the rest of my life. I don’t argue.

“Own me,” her voice breaks.

I gradually sink into her body, slow and painful. I pull out, fucking her with half of my cock. She knows what she’s asking for. I warned her not to do this tonight.

“Please,” she begs me, eyes rolling.

I give her a hard thrust that makes her cry out. Her nails dig into my skin, drawing blood. It only makes me harder.

“You’re mine, Caelia. You have no idea how much it turns me on to look at you and know you’re fucking mine.”

It’s taking all my self-control not to bend her over the desk as he used to do and pound into her.

“I’m yours,” she moans, grinding against me.

It’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I know that it’s a lie. My vision gets blurry as I bury myself inside her while she welcomes it all. She’s biting my shoulder so hard that I think she’ll leave me with scars. She draws blood, and she licks it. I grow into a steady rhythm, the desk moving back and forth on the wooden floor.

“That’s it. You belong to me. Take my dick like the fucking good girl that you are.”

I get lost in the moment. Our bodies are slick with sweat, but I’m not even close. She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, breathing heavily into my ear.

“Fuck,” she whispers, biting my earlobe.

Her pussy pulses around my cock as I slide in and out of her. I can feel her winding up with every thrust, her body shivering slightly. She’s so damn perfect.

“I want you to come for me, Wildfire.”

The sound of our bodies slapping together reverberates throughout the entire room. Bending my head, I circle my tongue around her nipple, sucking and biting until she’s a panting mess.

“God, oh, my?—”

My moves grow chaotic, fucking her so hard that she lets go of my waist and lays down on the desk. I watch as my cock slips in and out of her, bringing me so close to the edge that my vision goes blurry again. Her pussy is dripping, and her tits are so round and perfect. I grip her throat, thrusting inside her at a steady pace.

“You’re ruining me,” she says, letting out an exhausted laugh.

“This is just the prelude.” I take a moment to look at her and smile, not wanting to be disconnected from her and to remind her too much of her husband. “You’re so fucking perfect, Wildfire. You feel like goddam heaven.” Her cheeks flush. “You look so beautiful now, with your pussy all stretched out, struggling to take my cock.”

I bottom out as she squirms, her slick pussy soaking my dick. I can feel it. She becomes tighter and more slippery as she convulses around me, crying my name. Not my name. His name. Her husband’s name. I hold her close, kissing her neck, shoulders, and lips as she calms down. My entire body is captured in bliss I have never known as I fill her with my cum. I pulse inside her until there’s nothing else left.

Exhausted, I bury my face in the crook of her neck, licking the sweat from her skin.

She might have said his name, but it was me fucking her. It still doesn’t sit right with me. But she has given me more than I ever expected, especially after I found out what he did to her.

I still don’t know what her endgame is.

But I will figure it out.

CHAPTER 17

Caelia

What the fuck just happened? I can’t bring myself to move. Think. Breathe. I can’t do anything other than lie naked on Mattia’s desk, his slick body covering mine and his tongue licking the sweat off my neck. Off my collarbone. Did I just have sex with my husband and enjoy it? What the hell is wrong with me? He’s palming my breasts, biting one of my nipples as he spreads his fingers on my belly, keeping me in place. I watch him as he slips away, his absence making me shiver instantly. I watch him fall on his knees, not bothering to draw the chair closer this time.

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