Page 29 of Vicious Little Games

I need a goddamn cigarette.

And I don’t even smoke, or particularly like the smell. That’s just how damn good sex was with Cass.

She was…magnificent.

And I was…an embarrassment to my gender thanks to how fast I came the first time.

I shouldn’t have put my bare cock anywhere near her soaking wet pussy. But I couldn’t resist. I’ve never done that shit before—put it in without a condom covering me. I wasn’t prepared for how much better fucking would feel without the barrier. Cass was so hot and tight that I lost it. Coming after three thrusts was still ridiculous.

Cass actually laughed at me. Any other woman probably would have too. She’ll never let me live that shit down.

At least I made up for my fuck up the second time, doing it right and safe with the rubber I brought with me just in case.

Hell, who am I even kidding? I was hoping to use the condom when I slipped it into my pocket before sneaking up to Cass’s room.

Going down on her was more fun than usual. Either she was extra sensitive tonight, or she doesn’t have much experience with having her pussy licked because Cass was so receptive. Gasping, squirming, demanding that I lick her clit as if she was worried I wouldn’t finish her off. But I did. Twice. I’ve never gone down on a woman after coming on her pussy so that was the first time I’ve ever tasted myself. The urge to push my cum inside of her pussy rather than clean it up was strong. Stupid, but strong, nonetheless.

Now that it’s all over and I’m back in my room, I don’t know what the hell to do with myself, other than take a seat on the edge of the bed. My legs are still wobbly. I’m surprised I didn’t fall down the stairs on the way back and break my neck.

Why did I feel the need to up and leave Cass so fast? I have no clue now. I think I just didn’t want her to dismiss me first.

It’s not like Cass would’ve ever asked me to stay with her.

Or would she?

Either way, I needed distance afterward, a chance to try and recover without her judgmental eyes on me.

At least I know that she enjoyed herself too, coming three, maybe four times.

Will she admit that she wants to do that again with me? Probably not, if for no other reason than to be stubborn.

I already want her again. But it’s not up to me. All I can do now is wait and see what Cass decides happens next.

I won’t break into her room again. No, the next time, I’ll make her come to me, as difficult as it may be to sit back and wait.

9

Cass

The night after Cole broke into my room, I’m sitting on the chaise lounge in the corner cooling down from a late workout, not thinking about fucking Cole, when my bedroom door opens without a knock.

For a second, I think it’s my stepbrother coming for another round. Instead, it’s a man I’ve never seen before.

“Get out!” I shout while scrambling to my feet.

“Nice to meet you too, Red,” the stranger in a suit, hands and neck covered in ink says as he takes in my black yoga pants and white sports bra.

I arch an eyebrow at his familiarity when I’m standing in front of him. He’s tall, but not as tall as Cole. And handsome but in a less pretty boy way. This must be Lochlan Dunne, the Irish mobster who decided he doesn’t want me before we ever met. Asshole.

“How original,” I remark. “Who the hell are you?” I ask, pretending like I don’t know who he is.

He grins and then trails his fingers over my dresser, picking up a hair tie. “See, I knew you and I would never work out. You’re too…difficult.”

Oh hell no. First, he busts in my room without knocking and now he’s insulting me?

“Stop touching my shit,” I warn him.

Tossing the hair tie back down, he turns away from the dresser and comes toward me. His face lifts, nostrils flaring as he inhales loudly. “You’ve been a busy girl,” he murmurs. “It reeks of sex and rubbers in here.”

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