Page 16 of The Lies We Tell Ourselves

“Don’t care. Not interested.” I tipped my bottle up only to find it empty. Fucking great.

“Leave him alone,” McCormack said and handed me a cold bottle as he joined me and the rest of the guys. “Everyone knows Cap likes older women and doesn’t play around with spoiled little girls.”

“True, that. Can’t beat an experienced woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take control,” Buchanan added with a smirk.

“Got somethin’ ya wanna share, Buchanan?” Stevens asked, eyes alight with interest.

“Yeah, maybe you should try it. Then you wouldn’t be dry humping every girl on the dance floor and making us feel sick all night.”

“Don’t knock my moves, man.” Stevens waggled his eyebrows. “I’ve got plans tonight with Gemma.” He pointed at a girl in a purple sequin dress. “And Ellen.” He motioned to the girl next to Gemma in a black bikini. “They’re twins.” Stevens licked his lips and downed the rest of his drink. “See ya later, boys.” He waved at us over his shoulder as he sauntered over to the girls, wrapped his arms around their shoulders, and steered them toward the stairs.

“He might be an idiot, but our boy’s got game.” Vieck chuckled.

“True,” McCormack added. “Anyway, I’m off to find Stacie. That girl has a mouth like a vacuum, and I’m in need of a deep clean.”

“Fucking ace, man,” Buchanan said into his bottle. “I can totally confirm that.”

“Don’t look now, but here comes your snake,” Vieck muttered. My eyes automatically landed on Elise as she strutted toward me like she was on a catwalk. Fuck my life.

Elise stopped in front of me and dropped to her knees, her hands sliding up and over my knees and down my thighs, heading for my groin. The guys were whistling and catcalling as she braced her hands on my legs and rolled her body so her fake tits rubbed against my crotch, and her face was in my line of view. It took everything to bite back my groan of frustration at the ridiculous display she was putting on.

“Hey, baby.” She moaned like a cheap hooker, and her perfume smelled like rubbing alcohol, burning my nose. “Wanna get out of here?” She looked over her shoulder toward the stairs and tipped her head. Her bedroom eyes had zero effect on me, but the guys whooped loudly and drew everyone’s attention.

“Fuck!” I ground out and allowed her to pull me to my feet.

“I’ll make you feel so good, baby,” she purred and ran a red nail down my chest, making me shudder with revulsion.

“You want me to fuck you, little girl?” She giggled like it was Christmas morning and dragged me through the throng of dancers and up the stairs. My feet felt like lead, and my dick shriveled up inside my body.

“This one will do, don’t you think, Dillon?” She smirked as her hand latched on to the handle of one of the seven bedrooms.

I fucking lost it. “No one calls me by my first name, you little slut,” I snarled. My hand wrapped around her throat, and I squeezed. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated as fear wrapped around her, but the crazy bitch just moaned.

“Oh yeah, baby. I wanna play rough. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I kicked the door open and dragged her after me. I used my strength to toss her on the bed as I shut the door. “On your knees, whore.” Elise hauled herself up on her knees as I strode toward her, my hand on the button of my jeans, her eyes tracking my every move. I stopped in front of her and tipped her head back. “You do exactly what I tell you to.” Bile churned in my gut and burned the back of my throat.

“Anything you want, baby,” she whimpered. Elise wasted no time. She yanked my button open, pulled the zipper down and fished out my dick before I’d even taken a breath. “Fuck, you’re?—”

“Shut up, and suck it.” I wrapped her long blond hair around my hand, positioned her head where I wanted it, and shoved my semi into her mouth until she gagged. “Suck it, or I’ll fuck your face until you pass out.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she slurped on my still not hard cock. Even so, she could barely open her mouth wide enough as it was.

“Jesus,” I growled with frustration, but she must have thought I was enjoying it as she moaned and started rubbing herself over her dress. “Fuck.” I yanked her head back and threw her down on the bed.

Elise licked her lips and spread her legs. “You gonna fuck me with that monster, baby?” Fuck, her voice was like sandpaper against my skin. I rolled her onto her stomach, pushed the red material over her ass, and pulled a packet of lube from my wallet. I ripped it open with my teeth and poured it down her crack, working it into her ass with my thumb. “What the fuck?” she screeched.

“You wanted me to fuck you,” I grit out. “Just doing what you wanted.”

“Not like that, you fucking freak. Get the fuck off me,” she cried and pulled her dress down. “Fucking perv.”

I sneered at her, teeth bared. “Get the fuck out, you stupid bitch.”

“Fuck you!” Elise righted her dress as she stumbled toward the door. Apparently, the alcohol she’d consumed hit her suddenly, as she started to stumble.

“Fuck,” I muttered. Taking a deep inhale, I stared at the dark ceiling, wondering how this became my life. I tucked myself away, grabbed her arm, guided her to the door, and threw her out of the room and into the arms of some random guy dressed up as Indiana Jones. He smirked at me and started walking her down the hallway to the stairs.

I could feel eyes on me, everyone staring. “What?” I snapped. “She couldn’t handle it.” I played it off as best as I could, even though I was shaking and adrenaline was coursing through my body at an alarming rate. The guys jeered and most of the girls huffed and stomped past me, but a few sent heated gazes my way. I shook my head and clenched my fists to hide how much I was shaking.

I turned to walk toward the back staircase and some idiot walked straight into me. I shoved them away, not caring what happened to them because I needed to get out of this house. I needed to get away from everyone before I lost control.

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