Page 153 of House of Lies

“You’re the one who suggested a quickie.”

“That was a joke. Now come on, we have to?—”

I cut off with a gasp when Ethan slaps my ass hard enough to bring a hot sting to my skin. “Ethan!”

“I’ve warned you about leading me on, toy,” he murmurs dangerously into my ear. “You’re racking up a ton of punishment.”

“If we’re late?—”

“Then they’ll just have to wait.” This time, he speaks in a growl, and I know better than to argue with him. Not unless I want my punishment to be twice as worse.

Some days I push him to see how far he’ll go. But today I have to behave myself, if only so we won’t incur the wrath of the Balmont Boys for arriving late to the gala they’re hosting at the Devil’s Den.

They’ve been holding Ethan’s debt over our heads for months now, throwing casual comments our way about new clients only Ethan would know how to service. He keeps telling them to get lost…but I get the feeling we won’t be able to fend them off much longer.

I got pregnant in the nick of time.

Ethan nuzzles the side of my neck, and I melt in his strong arms, forgetting all about the gala.

He slaps me again, this time on the other cheek, and then forces me to bend with a rough shove between my shoulder blades.

Rough… but not violent. No matter how hard I push him these days, he always goes a little easier on me because of Skylar. I can’t wait to hold our child for the first time… and I’m just as eager for Ethan to fuck me brutally again as soon as I’m healed. I have another two months, and two to heal after, and that’s probably why I keep disobeying him—if only so he’ll punish me.

Ethan hikes up the back of my ball gown, rumbling like a beast when he realizes I’m not wearing underwear.

“We agreed about this, Cassidy,” he says, gliding a hand over my naked ass. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you keep going around not wearing underwear?”

“I just nodded my head and pretended to agree.”

For that, I get another hard slap to my ass that makes my pussy clench with a desperate need to be filled. Ethan kicks open my legs, dragging his fingertips over my slick folds before shoving his middle finger deep inside me.

I gasp, locking eyes with him in the mirror as he fingers me with vicious thrusts. The hand holding up my dress grabs my ass, squeezing and keeping me in place so I can’t force him to go any harder or any deeper.

My hands clutch onto the sides of the dresser, and he takes that as his cue to unzip his tuxedo and let his thick, hard cock slap against my pussy as it falls out of his pants.

I groan, trying to push back, but still held in place by his fierce grip.

“You’re already so wet,” he whispers, biting at my ear hard enough to make me gasp. “Were you thinking of me?”

“Remember when we first met? That night in your bedroom, when you used your belt on me for the first time?” The words pour out of me in a rush, causing Ethan to stare at me with heated lust gleaming in his eyes.

“Jesus, Cassidy,” he murmurs, the tip of his cock sliding over my pussy as he coats himself with my slick juices. “Our baby can’t come soon enough.”

He thrusts into me so hard that my entire body convulses with pain. But that instantly turns to pleasure as he hits my cervix when he grinds his hips against my ass.

Another slap grounds me, but I float off into space when he rubs my clit.

“Ethan, please,” I beg, trying to push back into him. “Fuck me harder.”

“Now you’re making demands?” he rumbles, slowly drawing his cock out of me. “Maybe I’ll leave you like this for the rest of the night. Desperate, quivering, horny.”

“You wouldn’t do that to the mother of your child!”

We lock eyes in the mirror, and he lets out a deep laugh. “Think I’d let you walk into that place reeking of desire? There’ll be a fucking frenzy.” His smile turns dark. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that anyone who looks at you will know you’re mine.”

I have time for a single gasp before he spears his cock into me with all his might. Then it’s all I can do to hold onto the dresser as he fucks my pussy raw. The sound he makes as he slams into me is so intoxicating, I’m giddy with pleasure, reeling with pain.

“More!”

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