Page 55 of House of Lies

Give me a call when…

That’s all I can read before the screen fills with an empty battery icon, and the phone shuts off.

I realize I’m grinding my teeth and have to clench my jaw to make it stop.

There are so many interpretations of the message, but the most obvious is that she’s seeing someone. I don’t know why I’m upset. Because she didn’t stop me when I made her come on my lap last night? She’s young. Things are different these days. Relationships seem to be more flexible than they were ten, fifteen years ago.

I step closer to the bed, instead of backing off like I’d intended.

I’m pissed off because…what if she already belongs to someone else?

What if I can’t make her mine?

A low growl rises in my throat. I suppress it, but it does nothing to stem the angry thrum of blood rushing through my veins.

Events might not always be in my control, but I’m used to getting what I want…when I set my mind to it.

I wanted Becks from the moment I saw her, and Myles gave her to me a week later.

It seems I’ve fallen into a pattern.

But Becks didn’t have someone waiting for her at home.

There’s a possibility Cassidy does.

I slide the sheet down her arm to expose the purple nightie hugging her delicious curves. My time with this girl might be over soon. And like the arrogant, entitled asshole I am, I’m going to take as much from her as possible before she’s gone.

More light seeps in through the crack in the curtains, creating a stark contrast between my tanned, veiny arm and her soft, pale thighs.

Her top leg is bent, the other straight. All it takes is a gentle touch of my finger to draw up the hem of her silky lingerie.

She’s not wearing underwear.

Even in the dim light, the dark smudges on her ass are clearly visible. I trail my finger lightly over the skin. But she must be exhausted, because she still doesn’t stir. My cock started paying attention the moment the sheet came off her voluptuous body, but the moment my gaze slides down to the shadowed area between her legs, my semi becomes a full-on erection.

My desires have always had a stranglehold on me.

Still do.

I want nothing more than to make Cassidy come again. But I don’t know if I’ll get another chance.

To finger her.

To fuck her.

To suffocate her with my cock.

My hand glides lower, fingertips patting enough not to wake her, but firmly enough so I don’t accidentally tickle her.

She lets out a soft sigh when I reach her pussy.

Another when I gently stroke her sensitive lips.

I keep the pressure as light as possible, my eyes glued to her face as I loom over her bed. With every stroke, my cock grows harder, the urge to thrust into her fiercer.

All I want to do is climb on top of her and fuck her like an animal. Until she comes, until I come, until she begs me to stop, until I make her come again.

I settle with slipping my cock out of my sweatpants, fisting it, and jerking off at a sadistically slow pace as my fingertips tease her pussy into submission.

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