Page 94 of Vicious Little Games

“You asked them both multiple times to talk to Dante, to really be with you, and they both refused. They were pussies and fucking idiots.”

“Oh, and what about you? Like you’re a saint who would go shout that you fucked me from the casino floor?”

“Don’t compare me to them,” he grits out, jaw flexing. “I didn’t know…I thought you were into it in the pantry, and all the other times. If I didn’t think you wanted me, I never would’ve touched you.”

That’s not even what I was referring to. I meant that Cole was also too scared of my father to admit to him that we slept together. Hell, every man is, except for the ones he sets me up with on blind dates.

“Don’t try and act all innocent, Cole,” I tell him. “I know exactly how you like it, too. I saw it with my own eyes before you hate fucked me the first time.” And then, I drop a bomb on him, just so he’ll shut up about Lowell and Matt. “I also know your secret.”

“I don’t have any secrets,” he says so fast I would know he’s lying even if I hadn’t seen the proof.

“You’re really going to lie to my face and tell me you’re not the Masked Motherfucker or whatever his name is in all those pornos?”

He has the audacity to snort out a laugh. “The masked what? I have no clue who or what you’re talking about.”

“You fuck women in front of their husbands and with their husbands,” I say, watching his face closely for a reaction. He doesn’t give me one. No, standing there like a statue is his response. “So, where’s your mask, Cole? Why don’t you put it on and fuck my brains out like you do those married women?”

We have a staring contest, each of us waiting for the other to blink first. Cole loses.

“Goddammit,” he growls. Turning away from me, he rubs his palm over the back of his neck. “That shit…the marriages, they’re not real. It’s all fake.”

“Even the orgasms?”

He gives me a gruff chuckle. “No, those are real.”

“Why in the world would you do those videos?” I ask him quietly.

Pacing away from me, he goes over and punches my hanging bag. “I was desperate. It was my freshman year of college, and I needed cash. It sounded better than it turned out to be. But I don’t regret it.”

“I don’t regret it either, even if you don’t believe me,” I reply.

Spinning around, he comes up to me, standing less than an inch away. “If that’s the truth then swear it.”

“Fine. I…I swear I liked it.”

“Liar.”

“Fine! It hurt like hell,” I admit. “Happy now?”

“No, I am anything but happy, Cassie.”

“Not every second was great the first time. My only complaint is that they didn’t always care how good it was for me when we hooked up.”

“Did they even try to get you off?”

“Sometimes I did it myself.” The thrill of getting caught, doing something dirty and forbidden was actually what got me off the most.

Now the jealousy returns to Cole’s eyes. “Did they go down on you?”

I shake my head no. “They preferred when I got on my knees. You were the first to ever do…that.”

Reaching up, Cole gently cups the side of my face. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip before asking, “Do you regret any of the things you’ve done with me?”

Cole

It takes longer than I had hoped for Cass to answer my question. There’s a flash of sadness in her eyes that she quickly blinks away before shaking her head, causing my thumb to run along her bottom lip. “No. I don’t regret being with you, even though I should.”

“Good,” I reply with a heavy exhale of relief. Running my hand down to her neck, I stroke the pad of my thumb along the column. I still can’t believe she figured out it was me behind the mask. Then again, she does enjoy eyeing my dick.

---