Page 26 of Vicious Little Games

I can’t help but notice that Cass doesn't make a sound, not a groan, or muffled moan the entire time even as her fingers keep moving between her legs. She doesn’t give my extra-large cock a single gag which is a little disappointing.

What I wasn’t expecting while I’m still shuddering, head thrown back, coming down from my euphoria, is the click of a phone taking a picture. I glance down to find Cass looking over at the device extended in her hand, memorializing this moment with my dick still buried in her mouth. She must have had the device tucked against her leg where I didn’t notice it. Not that I care.

I'm not even pissed at the new evidence of what we just did, or when she twists my balls a little before letting them go and allowing my sated cock to slide out of her mouth.

“Thanks, cocktease,” I tell her, patting the top of her head like a good dog. “I knew you would suck me dry like a pro.”

8

Cass

Idon't know what the hell I was thinking last night. I should've just let Cole send the stupid picture, wake my father up in a murderous rage, and then gone back to bed.

Instead, I let him think he was manipulating me into sucking his dick to keep Matt alive.

And while I had felt Cole’s long hard inches between my legs in the pool, I wasn't prepared for how thick he would be stretching my lips. I didn't want him to know that I enjoyed sucking him down, filling my throat, tasting his release, or hearing his curses when he got off. I didn’t even mind him calling me names. I came on my fingers right after he told me to swallow like a good little slut, holding in my moan because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I enjoyed pleasuring him.

No, I let him think he won this round.

What the well-endowed idiot doesn't realize is that from now on, I literally have him by the balls. He apparently likes a little pain with his pleasure, but I don't think he will like when I use his blackmail against him.

It’ll be my new fun game since the asshole convinced Lowell and Matt to quit. And I’ll definitely need a distraction after tonight’s rejection. Maybe I’ll go to Cole’s room…

No, that’ll make me look too damn desperate. I’ll wait for him to come to me. And he will. Unlike the guards, he won’t be confined to only sneaking around every two hours during the night for a handful of minutes.

“Lochlan will be coming over tomorrow night to meet you both,” my father announces at the family dinner that night, hitting my ego right front and center.

“Who is Lochlan?” Cole asks as he walks in late and takes his seat next to mine. I force my eyes to avoid looking at him, no matter how badly I want to. It’s unfair how pretty his face is when his body is also fucking amazing. He got ripped over the last year. I would’ve licked every defined inch of the cocky bastard last night if he had told me to.

“Lochlan is the man who owns the Emerald Paradise. You met him briefly before the bomb,” my father reminds Cole.

“Oh, right.”

“In Madison’s absence, Lochlan is growing…antsy,” my father explains. “Sophie has agreed to meet him and consider marrying him in Madison’s place to keep the peace.”

“Isn’t she a little young?” Cole asks.

“She’s eighteen, and it’s her decision.”

Thankfully my father doesn’t mention that the Irish prick picked Sophie over me and wouldn’t budge. I don’t know why, but I don’t want Cole to know. He would use that information to rub the man’s rejection in my face.

After all, it’s not even been twenty-four hours since his dick rubbed the back of my throat before he came in my mouth. I swear I can still taste his salty flavor on my tongue no matter what I drink, eat, or how many times I brush my teeth.

It’s not a bad taste which is why I loathe it so much. I don’t want to want any part of the cocky asshole.

“Will Lochlan be staying for dinner tomorrow night?” Vanessa asks.

“No.” My father’s answer is swift and final. “He can marry into our family, but he’ll never be family.” A few minutes later, my father adds, “Titus is short two of the regular night guards so everyone should lock up tonight until he figures out the schedule.”

“Why did the two guards suddenly quit?” Cole asks and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“I didn’t say they quit,” my father replies, catching Cole in his stupid taunt. “But yes, they did both walk out. Neither said why. You wouldn’t happen to know the reason, would you?”

I hold my breath as my father stares straight at Cole who I see shake his head from the corner of my eye. “No, sir. I’m sure you’ll find even better men to replace them.”

“I’m sure I will too,” he agrees.

Well, that was the perfect opportunity for Cole to rat me out if he had wanted to. But he didn’t. And I think I know why.

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