Page 30 of Vicious Little Games

Oh. My. God.

Now that he mentions it…he’s not exactly wrong. It smells like cum and latex.

“Screw you!” I exclaim, refusing to admit anything to him.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell Daddy you’re not an innocent little virgin. Although, I do wonder what he’ll do when he catches whoever it is you’re screwing in here in secret. Killing them swiftly would be letting the poor bastard off easy.”

My heart freezes in my chest at his blatant threat. My dad killing the guards would be awful, but killing Cole? That would be…catastrophic.

“Please…please don’t tell him.” Begging is my first instinct, even though I fucking hate doing it, especially to this asshole I don’t even know. When he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t agree not to run his mouth, I reluctantly add, “I’ll…I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, huh?” He smirks at me, and I give him a nod of agreement. Dicks are all the same, just various shapes and sizes. I can pretend his is Cole’s. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep this asshole from blowing up our family. At least he’s not repulsive. “You gonna get on your knees to keep me from sharing your secret?” he asks.

I lift a single shoulder, resigned to my fate. Goddamn Cole. “If that’s what it takes…”

“Forget it. I won’t rat you out,” he says in a rush. “I’ve seen all I need to see.”

“What does that mean?” I ask him.

“It means that I haven’t changed my mind about you. I still prefer Snow White.”

“She’s a child!” I yell at him before remembering he’s holding all the cards here. Taking a deep breath, I cross my arms over my chest and ask, “Is that why you want her? You have some sort of sick pedo fetish?”

“She’s legal, and only a year younger than you, right?” he replies as he makes his way back to the door. “And, Red? Green isn’t a good color on you. It clashes with your hair.”

I flip off his back when he thankfully leaves.

Heading to my trash can next to the dresser where the hot cum on rubber scent is the strongest, I find not just the torn open condom wrapper, but the actual used condom tossed inside, left for all to see.

I’m really going to fucking kill Cole. How could he put me in this position? What if my father had come in with the Irish mobster and seen the evidence of what we did last night?

Cole

When my bedroom door flies open, I'm a little surprised by how fast Cass is coming back for more. I thought it would be weeks, if ever, before she would come crawling to me.

My enthusiasm for naked time is quickly extinguished when she throws some shit at me. I don't realize what it is until I pick it up off my chest just as I get a whiff.

“I'm going to have to call you back,” I say to Amber, ending the call to try and talk sense into her before the fight with my stepsister begins. “What the fuck, Cassie?” I ask tossing the phone down and holding the condom up gingerly between my thumb and finger.

“Who was that?” she asks.

“No one and why are you busting into my room throwing used rubbers on me? I really, really, hope this is mine from last night.” Rolling out of my bed, I go toss the condom into the bin in my bathroom, then wash my hands. Of course, Cass follows me.

“I can't believe you threw that in my trash can!” she yells at my back while I’m drying my hands on a towel.

“The trash bin is usually where used rubbers go, Cassie.” Turning to face her, I add, “Unless...I’m so sorry. Did you want me to put it in a shadow box so you could keep it forever and always? Oh, or would you prefer to scrapbook it? I could press the condom right onto a page called, Cass and Cole's first fuck.”

“Listen up, smartass,” she starts, hands planted on her hips, her body trembling with anger. “The housekeepers didn't come today and take out my garbage.”

“Oh, wow. Did you have to take your own trash out, you spoiled little rich girl? How dare those entitled bitches take a day off?”

“Lochlan was in my room tonight!”

“Lochlan? The guy from the casino bombing?” I ask in confusion. “What the hell was he doing in your room?” I demand, and why the hell do I even care? He’s not the first man she’s had up there, but my face still smells like her pussy so she should at least wait to fuck someone else until after that shit fades.

“He's marrying Sophie,” Cass huffs as if that response comes anywhere close to answering my question.

“Again, why was Lochlan in your bedroom if he's marrying Sophie?”

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