Page 14 of Vicious Little Games

She shrugs and tosses her long raven hair over her shoulder. “Ten minutes or so. Daddy said there was a surprise tonight.”

“God, you’re so pathetic.” I shake my head when I take my seat across from her. “The surprise is just Cole is visiting for the summer. No biggie.”

Sophie started sitting beside Vanessa at the dinner table, after she took Madison’s seat when she first moved in, which was fine with me. My father always sits at the head of the table, which means…there’s an extra place setting next to my chair for Cole.

Dinner should be fun while he’s here since we’ll be sitting close enough for our legs to touch underneath the table. Grabbing his dick during dinner could be fun too. Not that I want to touch the monstrosity, but because it would freak him out, make him nervous.

The more I think about it, the more certain I am that Cole’s big dick would never fit inside of me; therefore, it couldn’t possibly feel good. Getting fucked by the cocky bastard would only be painful, so I’m going to stop thinking about it, and forget how that maid on the island seemed to enjoy it. She did fall to her knees afterward. Maybe she was faking her orgasm and was actually in agony. I should’ve asked her before we left.

Has Cole seen her since we got home from the island? She probably works for my dad in Vegas somewhere in the hotel, casino, or one of his other rental properties. I bet she would be easy to find…

Nah. Cole is no doubt a playboy who probably doesn’t even remember the poor girl’s name.

I clench my teeth together, hating how much I don’t want him to remember her name or anything else about her.

The jackass strolls into the dining room ahead of Vanessa and my father with a confident swagger, heading right to the chair next to mine. He pulls it out and sits down, wafting his warm, clean laundry scent in my direction, especially when he scoots his chair ridiculously close to mine. I scoot mine away in the other direction making him chuckle softly.

It’s so annoying how he thinks everything I do or say is hilarious.

After everyone is seated, the servers bring out the salad, and my father says, “As I’ve already mentioned to Cass, Cole is visiting us for the summer. Sophie, do you have any problem with him staying on the second floor?”

“I think it’s great,” my little sister says, flashing our stepbrother a smile. If I didn’t know just how naïve and innocent she was, I would think she’s flirting with him. But no, that’s just Sophie trying her best to win the daughter-of-the-year award from Daddy.

“Cass?” our father asks, even though I’ve already made my position clear.

“It’s fine. Whatever.” Bitching would only raise my father’s suspicions. He would demand to know why exactly I don’t want him staying here. As much as I threatened Cole that I would tell him about the pool, explaining to my father we kissed, and he grabbed my ass after I tried to drown him won’t go over very well.

Although, kiss seems too mild a term for how our lips and tongues attacked each other. What did Cole call it? Tongue fucking? Yeah, that’s a better description. It was a deep, fast, and furious clashing of tongues while he pulled my hair that had me so turned on, I was trying to ride his big dick through his jeans.

“Cole has agreed to abide by my rules of not going up to the third floor,” my father says, interrupting the replay in my head. I really should’ve worn panties because now I’m soaking wet again. “Do I need to tell you not to go down and torment your stepbrother on the second floor?”

The fact that my father is looking right at me while talking about “going down” on Cole is so wrong because now I’m imagining that scenario. Would he even fit in my mouth? Doesn’t matter.

“You just told me,” I point out to my father when he pauses for my response. “And I won’t.”

“Please don’t break Dante’s rules,” Vanessa says to her son. “Please?”

“Yeah, Mom. I’ll be on my best behavior,” Cole snaps.

His best behavior obviously includes looking at my bare pussy and making loud commentary about how slutty I am in the hallways.

Does his mother actually believe Cole is the saint he pretends to be when he’s around her? I’ve known from the moment he stepped foot in the penthouse that he was trouble. I think the first thing he ever said to me was when I was lying on a pool float just like earlier today. He dove in, swam up to me and asked, while everyone else was of course out of earshot, if the curls on my cunt were the same pretty color as the hair on my head. When I told him it was, he asked me if he could lick it to see if it tasted spicy like a red pepper or sweet like watermelon. I flipped him off, then my father invited him to the poker tournament that got bombed.

Well, I guess Cole finally got his proof of the color today. He’ll never find out how I taste, though.

I can hear him now, giving me a play-by-play of the flavor, smell, texture, and moisture levels the entire time he’s licking my pussy, leaving me no choice but to suffocate him between my thighs.

We all dig into our piles of rabbit food in silence after that, until Vanessa says, “Will you try to respond to my calls and texts while you’re here?”

“Sure, Mom. As soon as my new phone comes in.”

“You bought a new phone? What happened to your old one? You haven’t had it long.”

Oh, yeah, the old phone I destroyed when I tossed his arrogant ass into the pool. I honestly thought all the new phones were waterproof nowadays.

Cole doesn’t even blink in my direction. He just tells his mother, “It got a little wet.”

My stupid core clenches at his choice of words, drenching my bare pussy.

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