Page 101 of Vicious Little Games

I know I’m in for it when Eli throws his head back and cackles.

I’m going to fucking kill Eli.

Two hours after our parents are gone and shit goes sideways in the casino.

I have no doubt that the sadist is somehow behind the cigar that started the fire at a blackjack table. A fire that spread to one of the main floor bars and required the entire fucking hotel to have to be evacuated.

Before the firefighters came and put the damn thing out, I was on the phone hiring contractors to come in first thing in the morning to begin fixing the damage. Then, to keep guests from leaving, I had the front desk give everyone a hundred-dollar casino credit they can use at the spa, bar, or at any of the tables or slots. Dante would lose more than that if they all up and left, so it seemed like a necessary expense.

Once the fire was put out, three front desk clerks called in sick tonight. I had to not only help learn how to administer the credits to guests but also check people in, handle guest complaints and requests, and at one point, I even had to carry a little old lady’s luggage to her room.

When I finally get to head up to the penthouse, I’m way too wired to sleep. So, after a quick shower, I decide to slip on my leather pants and jacket, then the mask to sneak into Cass’s bedroom and wake her up.

She’s sitting up in bed wide awake with a lamp on, playing on her cell phone, so there goes my plan.

“Nice mask,” she says with a grin as she eyes my outfit.

“Thanks.” When I notice her shoulders are bare, I say, “Please tell me you're naked under there.”

Rather than respond with words, she just tosses the covers back to reveal her gorgeous, completely nude body.

“God, yes. Tonight was awful. I need to fuck away the crazy,” I tell her.

“I didn't say we were going to fuck.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Maybe I'm just lying naked in bed waiting for you because I wanted you to go down on me.”

“Oh, I'm definitely going to lick your pussy," I say as I remove my leather jacket and then the confining leather pants. “Then I'm going to fuck your brains out.”

“Keep the mask on.” She doesn’t argue with my plan, which is a surprise. “And, um, my dad and your mom won’t be in the penthouse for a whole week. I doubt if we'll ever get this chance again.”

“Does that mean we're going to be fucking all week?” I ask as I hop on one foot, struggling to tug down the stubborn leather pants leg.

“Why not? We'll get it out of our systems. Once they're back, though, we'll be done,” she replies.

“Done? Just like that,” I say in disbelief. And in disappointment.

“There's not much time left in the summer before you go back to New York.”

“I think we could actually convince your father to let you come with me,” I tell her as I continue to fight with the leather pants. “If you don’t want to tell him we’re fucking, then just say you want to take some classes, or get out of Nevada.”

“Like that would ever happen,” she mutters with a roll of her eyes. “Besides, it's better this way. Now shut up, and be the Masked Motherfucker who fucks my brains out.”

At the foot of the bed, I grab both of her ankles to drag her body down to the edge of the mattress, causing her to squeal. Then, I kneel on the carpet and run my tongue through her folds.

“Mmm, you’re soaking wet,” I remark after my first lick.

“I was…watching…your videos.”

“Oh, yeah?” I ask while probing her pussy with one finger that slides right inside of her. “Did you get yourself off while watching?”

“Maybe.”

“Your fingers don’t feel as good as my tongue, do they?”

“No,” she replies. “Now shut up…and lick me…faster.”

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