Page 94 of House of Lies

There’s a bottle of mouthwash and some wet wipes in the cabinet under the sink. Rinsing my mouth and cleaning my thighs makes me feel marginally better, but I still slink out of the bathroom and head straight for the covers so I can slide under them and pretend to look sexy.

I shouldn’t have bothered.

Ethan isn’t in the bed anymore.

Strong arms wrap around my middle, and I squeal in panic as Ethan lifts me off my feet.

“What are you doing?” I shouldn’t sound so shocked, but it’s not every day I get carried around like a handbag dog.

“Taking what’s mine,” he rumbles in my ear.

He takes me to a forest-green velvet chaise lounge facing the wide floor-to-ceiling windows opposite his bed, and I’m sure that’s where he intends to do filthy things to me, but he only pauses there long enough to rip my t-shirt dress off.

I gasp when my back collides with the cool, smooth glass, clinging to his broad shoulders for dear life. I refuse to even think about how far I’d fall if this window broke.

“Stop!” I bleat.

But he doesn’t stop. He kisses me.

Violently. Roughly. Like a man possessed.

I mewl into his mouth, fighting him in some attempt to drive him to his senses, but he seems to take it as a challenge, and ends up pinning my arms above my head.

From the corner of my eye, I spot a smear of headlights far, far below.

But before I can give in to my fear of heights and beg him to stop again, his cock is nudging against my pussy. I gasp, and he bites my lower lip, sucking on the tender flesh as he sinks the first inch of his hard, thick length inside me.

“Oh, fuck!” I whimper, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct as he slides in another inch.

“Jesus, you feel so good,” he mumbles against my mouth before giving me another bruising kiss. “I couldn’t wait for you to wake up so I could fuck you.”

God, if he only knew that he had been fucking me in my dreams. I can’t remember much except for the feel of his cock inside me and an orgasm that never ended.

No wonder I was so sticky when I woke up.

He thrusts balls-deep inside me with a fierce grunt, forcing a desperate mewl from my lips. I stretch , clamping around his length as he fucks me viciously against the glass window.

He’s still holding onto my wrists, crushing them against the cool glass, but his other hand grabs my ass, gripping my bruised flesh to keep me in place. It’s impossible to think about death when my entire body is shuddering with euphoria, so I forget about the thin barrier between me and the road so far below.

All that matters is this beast and his thick cock, the powerful arms holding me in place, the hot breath panting against the side of my neck.

The force of his hips, the way his pelvis thumps into mine with each thrust, makes my clit throb with pleasure. He releases my wrists, using both hands to grab my ass, pausing so he can lean back and stare into my eyes as he grinds into me with sullen determination.

I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles as an orgasm speeds my way.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper, grinding my clit against his belly.

“Not until I say you can.” There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes as he thrusts slow and hard.

“But I’m so close!” There’s a desperate edge to my voice. I won’t be able to stop this climax. “Please!”

He slaps my ass, and the pain brings me down one tiny little notch, but I’m almost immediately back on the precipice. “Ethan, please!”

“Please what, toy?”

He slows down even more, punishing me in the most cruel way. I try to buck into him, but he just draws back his hips until only the tip of his cock is still inside me.

I reach between us, grabbing his dick and trying to shove it back inside me.

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