Page 35 of Vicious Little Games

“Wow.”

Staring off at the Irish prick, Cass bits her bottom lip and says, “I bet he fucks like a god too.”

“Are you always this horny or are you extra aroused today, cocktease?” I ask her. Now she takes her attention off the groom to blink at me. “Your hard nipples are trying their best to entice a mouth to come suck on them. Every man and several women up here are getting hypnotized by them.” Myself included.

“Then that’s their problem. Not mine.”

“So, you’re not horny?”

“I didn’t say that.” Now her pale green eyes sweep over my chest, down my stomach to the front of my pants, staring at the fly pointedly. “I’m always horny.”

Always? And yet, it’s been weeks since we fooled around.

“Does that mean you’ve replaced your guards?” I ask with my jaw clenched tight.

Her darkening gaze lifts to mine. “Not yet.”

Of course, I was already fairly confident that she hadn’t since I still stay up most nights past midnight watching for visitors on the third floor.

“I did dance with a few potentials last night at the club.”

“You went to a club last night?”

“Yep.”

“Does Dante know?” I ask.

“Of course, he does. Your mother was my and Sophie’s chaperone.”

“My mom?” I exclaim, causing several people I don’t know to glance at us. “You went clubbing with my mom?”

Giving me a wink, Cass says, “She turned a blind eye when we needed her to.”

“Jesus. Did you fuck someone?”

“No, I didn’t. But Sophie did.”

“Seriously?” I ask in surprise as I find the bride in her ivory gown sulking at the railing. “Who did she fuck?”

“Lochlan.”

“Last night?”

“Guess he couldn’t wait for his wedding night.” Her eyes land on the Irish mobster again and I want to go shove him over the railing.

“Why haven’t you snuck into my bed and climbed on my cock yet, Cassie?” I ask her quietly, needing to know what’s going on with her. With us.

“Why haven’t you broken into my room again to lick my pussy and come in three pumps?” she returns fire.

And fuck me, that’s a low blow.

“I remember lasting long enough for you to come screaming on my cock.”

Now she stares me down as if she’s pissed off. “Are you still jerking off to my videos?”

“Yes,” I admit. “But the real thing is so much better than the videos. Admit you loved my tongue and my big cock filling you up. You liked when I shoved it down your throat too, didn’t you?”

The woman just fucking walks away without another word, heading to the nearest trash can to throw her empty plate away.

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