Page 64 of House of Lies

Or maybe she doesn’t want to.

“I’ve had enough of your insubordination. Myles was just trying to get me back into the game by sending you, but his timing couldn’t have been worse. Not that I’m blaming you. He’s impulsive.”

She frowns at me. “What game?”

Myles would have briefed her of what to expect, and me telling her I don’t have time to play with her probably wasn’t something he’d have mentioned.

Cassidy squirms, her gaze moving over my face as if she can’t figure out where to look—my eyes, my mouth, my ticking jaw.

The thrum of her pulse under my thumb is getting me so fucking hard I’m struggling to think straight. “Forget what I said about the open house. I don’t need you.”

Panic floods her eyes. “Did I do something wrong, sir?”

I bite back a groan. “Stop calling me that.”

“God, make up your fucking mind!” Her eyes drop to my mouth, but she quickly looks away, licking her lips as if she’s wondering whether I’ll make her regret her outburst.

My lips curl as I study her. “So you were nowhere near the basement this morning?”

She rolls her eyes. “Do I need to put my hand on the bible or something?”

“I’ve got a better idea.”

Cassidy gives her lips another nervous lick. The moment I apply pressure on her throat, forcing her down toward the floor, her eyes widen.

“No,” she whispers fiercely. “No fucking way.”

She goes pale when I chuckle. “What makes you think I’m giving you a choice, toy?”

“My name’s Cassidy,” she spits out.

But she’s halfway to her knees, and she’s just realized that my cock is already tenting the front of my gray sweats.

“Take it out.”

Her mouth is a thin, trembling line as she glares up at me with open hate on her face. “Fuck you.”

I switch my grip from her throat to her hair, reveling in the feel of the soft chestnut waves between my fingers. “Now, toy.”

She gasps when I twist my grip, her lashes fluttering as tears flood her eyes. I can hear her breath hitching as she reaches for my waistband with shaking hands, her eyes now fixed ahead as if she can’t stand looking at me anymore.

My cock bounces happily as soon as it’s free of my pants, and she stares at it like she’s never seen a dick before.

“This your first time?” I ask roughly, tightening the hand in her hair.

Her face scrunches up with pain before she smooths her expression, then she hesitantly wraps her hands around my shaft. I have a thick cock, and her dainty grip makes it look like a fucking python.

I’m already imagining how wide her plump little mouth will have to open.

“On your knees.”

She’d been crouching in front of me, but at my sharp command, she quickly sinks onto her knees. This puts her face right by my crotch, and she has to lean back to avoid getting poked in the eye.

“Do you really think I have all day? Start sucking, you little fuck toy.”

Her cheeks turn rosy, and when she looks up at me, my cock throbs in her hands from the scowl on her face.

She does not like being degraded.

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