Page 11 of Vicious Little Games

“Only ones I know about are in Dante’s office. Why?”

Ignoring his question, I ask another. “Are there cameras out in the hallway, so you know how long the guards are gone each check?”

“Yes. The two guards out front take turns so someone is always watching the elevator. Additional guards usually only come up when there’s a problem or Dante is heading out.”

“So, one guard makes the rounds of the first and second floor at say midnight, the other at two, and so on trading off for the entire shift?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Like I said, I'm just curious how it all works and who will be guarding me now that I'm staying in the penthouse.”

His eyes bulge at that. “Dante gave you a room in the same building as his daughters?”

“Sure, on the second floor. After all, I'm legally his stepson now.”

“Maybe so, but you also have a dick. Dante doesn't like any dicks around his girls.”

“Eli lives on the main floor,” I point out.

“Eli knows Dante will literally have his balls if he steps foot on the third floor. And you would be stupid to consider going up to the third floor ever. Dante doesn't even like your mom to bother the girls up there.”

“Dante read me the riot act. I'm keeping my dick in my pants.” Even my wet pants. Soaking wet pants that felt every slide of Cass's pussy when she was grinding on it a few minutes ago.

Was she trying to set me up to get caught so her father would murder me in cold blood? Does she hate my mother that much that she would ruin shit between them?

I wouldn't put it past the crazy cocktease.

“Okay, fine,” Titus huffs. “I'll look up the schedule and send it to you since it's not like it's a secret or anything. You'll be seeing the same men while you're living there, which means I don’t think there’s any way that this request of yours could bite me in the ass.”

“Great, thank you.”

“Should I text it?”

“My phone is on the fritz right now,” I tell him. “Can I get a printed list?”

Chuckling, he says, “You're a persistent little shit, you know that?”

I shrug because he's not wrong.

“Fine. Are Dante and Vanessa home?”

“Not yet.”

“Then I'll bring it up as soon as I print it.”

“Great. Thanks, man. I'll owe you one.”

“You'll wish you were fucking dead if you're up to something and it comes back on me.”

Again, I don’t doubt that he’s a man of his word, the same as Dante.

Ten minutes later and I have the list in my hands, delivered in a sealed envelope. The list of guards on the night shift changes frequently, not only the individuals but also the pairings, which means it’s not going to be easy to figure out who Cass is screwing. Guess I’ll be staying up late for a few nights to see who creeps up to her room.

The morning Cass watched me bang that girl on the island, I could’ve sworn she looked like a wide-eyed, scandalized virgin seeing a dick for the first time in her life. And, god, I liked that mine was possibly her first, that she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from it.

That was nearly a year ago, though, and a whole lot could change in a year.

Did one of the fuckers working for her father take her virginity while he was on the clock? Do they only have quickies because he’s always short on time and afraid of getting caught? If so, he’s a fucking idiot. It would take me weeks to get my fill of Cass. A five-minute fuck wouldn’t do anything but leave me wanting more while giving her a sore cunt from the smash and dash.

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