Page 22 of Vicious Little Games

He scrambles to his feet and then stumbles down the dark steps, catching himself on the railing.

Dante really needs to find better security than that nutless prick.

I listen for the front door to open and close, then head back to my room. As soon as I shove the gun into the back of my sock drawer, I hop into bed and start searching through his message logs.

And fuck me, it’s all I’ve ever needed in this life.

There’s photo after photo, and goddamn it, video after video in the log and saved to his camera roll. Most of the slutty media saved are of Cass, but not all of them. I wonder if she knows that he’s hooking up with other women, or at least trying to. I don’t pay the other women any attention because god, the videos of Cass are something else. She's either naked or in skimpy underwear in them all, the little cocktease, showing off her bare heavy tits, her pretty red pussy, her fine ass. In one of the images there was even a diamond plug in her asshole.

It's a treasure trove of pornography from the crazy redhead. She's so damn stupid to be sending this kind of shit out to any man with her face shown in some of them, much less to a guard who works for her father. I swear, it's like she wanted him to get caught, fired, and gutted for screwing her.

I start forwarding every single image and video to myself in case the asshole tries to delete them from the cloud.

Not five minutes later, I’ve sent myself enough that I’m about to pull my dick out to jerk it when a message comes through from the little slut herself. He didn’t even bother using a different name for her in his contacts. What a dumbass.

Removing my eyes from the pornography is difficult but I manage it to read the new message and a few of the previous ones.

Cass: Where are you? I thought you were coming up tonight.

The video of her masturbating came immediately after he told her to get her pussy wet for him because he wouldn’t have time to do it himself.

Jesus. What a selfish dick. Getting a woman nice and slick for my big cock is one of my favorite parts of fucking.

A few minutes before two o’clock I force myself to put down the phone and go wait for the next guard in the kitchen to come through. But he doesn't step foot into the penthouse at all. My guess is that he's a man down now that the first guy, Lowell Walsh, quit, so he had to guard the front door rather than inspect the interior for the unlikely skydiving or building climbing intruders required at this height.

It sucks that I won’t be able to figure out if he’s also screwing Cass or not until he’s back on in two weeks. Still, I have my hands full for now.

Literally.

I spend hours tugging on my cock while looking at every inch of Cass’s sexy body. Tomorrow, once my brain is properly functioning again, I’ll figure out my next steps.

7

Cass

Iwaited up until after two last night for Lowell. When he didn’t show at midnight, I texted him, but he didn’t respond. So, I thought maybe he had switched patrols with the other guard and would come up at two o’clock instead.

He didn’t show then either.

And it's not like I could go downstairs and demand answers from him. All I could do was toss and turn, lying cold and naked in bed for hours, wondering what was going on with him. Had I done something to scare him off? Is he tired of risking his life for a few minutes with me?

So, maybe I have some serious abandonment issues. I try my best to funnel those emotions into violence when I’m training with Saul, being a badass rather than a pathetic, silly girl.

Finally, the next day around noon, Lowell sends me a message.

Lowell: Sorry I couldn’t get to your room last night. Promise to make it up to you soon.

Me: Why not? Did something happen?

Cole better not have gone to my father.

Lowell: Titus needed help on the casino floor.

Relieved that’s all it was, and that I worried for nothing, I send back, That’s too bad. Now we have to wait two weeks?

Him: Send me some tit shots to get me through the weeks.

Lowell is usually more of an ass man than tit man, but I give him what he asks for as usual.

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