Page 67 of Vicious Little Games

I start heading for the elevator with him on my heels. Eli doesn’t join us as we ascend to the penthouse in silence.

Only once we’re past the guards and inside does Cole finally speak. “I can’t believe you touched his dick.”

“It’s a nice dick,” I say when I start up the stairs. “Maybe I should get a cast of it to use for a dildo before killing him.”

“So, you really are going to kill him?” he asks from behind me.

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I’m not sure yet,” I admit. Honestly, I don’t want to dwell too much on the act. Just because killing is a part of running a mafia, doesn’t mean I’ll ever enjoy it.

“I could do it for you,” Cole offers.

I come to a stop on the second-floor landing, where I know we have to part ways. Turning to him, I say, “I don’t need you to kill for me, especially if you’re too squeamish to make the call yourself.”

“Squeamish? I’m not squeamish. I’ll go kill that son of a bitch right fucking now.” Golden jaw clenched, he says, “Trust me, I really want to after you admired his cock and he offered to be your sex slave.”

“Why? Because you want the position?” I ask him with a smile. “Get on your knees.”

“You get on your knees,” he replies as he backs me up to the rail. “There’s a pantry on this floor too.”

“Good,” I say. His army green eyes sparkle with anticipation before I add, “Why don’t you go lock yourself in there and tug on your dick while you remember how hard you came in my mouth the one and only time you’ll ever be inside of it.”

“Should I record it and send you a video? You know, so you can finger yourself to it like you did for months after watching me fuck some girl in an outdoor shower.”

“Did the girl really come or was she just screaming out in pain?” I blurt out for some unknown reason.

“Oh, she came on my dick so good and for so long, her legs collapsed as soon as I pulled out of her cunt. You remember that part too, don’t you?”

“Well, if the sex was so great, why don’t you find out where she’s working for my father to go again?”

“She works here at the hotel as a housekeeper on the fifth and sixth floors,” he replies way too fast. Holy shit. He found her. Did he go looking for her? “I could’ve had her every day in every room on those floors this summer if I wanted her. I bet Dante would even let me bring her up to my room every night.”

“So why haven’t you?” I ask him.

“Because I’m enjoying this stupid fucking game we’re playing too much to give it up.”

Me. The game he’s referring to is fucking me. And he’s basically saying he hasn’t been with anyone else because he knows if he does, I’ll never touch him again.

“I told you that this game between us is over.”

“It’s not over, Cassie. You’re absolutely going to fuck me again before I leave in August,” he promises before the cocky bastard walks off down the hall to his room.

It takes a great deal of restraint for me to not follow him to his bedroom, tear his clothes off his incredible body, and give in to him.

Instead, I go up to my room, lock the door, and touch myself while watching a different video of the Masked Motherfucker as I now know he’s called.

In the new scene, a different husband is furious about being interrupted by a stranger during his boring and lame sexy time with his wife. The masked man has him eat her ass and pussy so they can both screw her at the same time. The husband lies down on the mattress, taking her in the ass while the masked man mounts them both. At the end, the masked man pulls out, takes off his condom, then comes all over the wife’s face and some of it drips onto her husband’s face too. Whoops.

When they’re through, the wife turns her head to kiss her husband with the other man’s cum all over her mouth. By that time, the husband is no longer angry, just sated. In fact, he even licks her face clean.

God, the way the masked man pounds into the woman, it’s like he’s screwing her and her husband at the same time, getting them both off, and it is so hot. When they all finish, the masked man leaves the woman sprawled over her sweaty husband, looking happy as hell together.

I fall asleep that night, dreaming of myself in a similar scene with Cole and the masked man banging me at the same time.

The next morning, Cole and I seem to have the same idea about skipping breakfast since he’s sitting in the kitchen on the first floor with a cup of coffee between his hands, his handsome face grim.

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