Page 26 of Tell Me Lies

“No.” I leaned into her space, trailing my lips along her cheek, tasting the tear she shed for the brother who didn’t love her. “How can I earn a scream from you? Tell me what you fear,” I cooed seductively.

“Stop…” Her eyes flared wide a second time as I pushed my knee against her crotch and smiled. Her soft whisper of a sigh fueled my need to ruin her.

“Tell me what you like.”

Or don’t tell me at all and I’ll take everything from you anyway and make you mine.

I pressed my knee in pulses against her core, utilizing that seam in her jeans to my advantage. Heat warmed my thigh. “Aren’t you wearing panties, sweetheart? Pity.”

I shook my head in mock disapproval but I really couldn’t be more pleased. Bare skin on denim made getting her off a whole lot easier.

She gasped, arching her back. My eyebrows rose. That hadn’t taken half as long as I expected. Maybe she was as needy for me as I was for her.

A soft mewl left her lips and I placed my mouth just over hers, barely contacting her skin, and swallowed her whimper.

“Don’t want your housemates running up here to save you from me, do we?” I leaned back, skating my lips down her body until I pressed them over the crotch of her jeans. “Fucking heavenly.” I inhaled the scent of her fresh orgasm deeply and hopped off the bed.

“Maxom?” she murmured, her gaze heavy and a little lost.

My cock rose when she called to me, the perfect siren. I pushed the flood of desire back with effort before I did exactly what I promised her.

Not yet.

“Sleep, sweet girl. I’ll be there when you need me to fuck you,” I whispered back. A smile swept over my face as I reached her door, putting one and one together. “Twins, huh?”

The last thing I saw before I shut her door was her outraged face obscured by a pillow she flung my way, the sexiest hint of her orgasm still filling her eyes as she mouthed my name in a silent scream.

I was one step closer to claiming her.

Chapter Five

Maddie

“This was such a bad idea,” I murmured, tugging at the hem of my dress that felt like it didn’t cover my panties. Well, maybe it just covered my panties.

Puffed sleeves cuffed my upper arms and bared my decolletage peasant style, the waist cinched tight to enhance my hourglass figure. That was where the socially acceptable level stopped. The material was sheer, enough to see my breasts and nipples in full if not for the donated black sequined heart-shaped pasties that covered the important bits. That still left the swell of my breasts exposed, covered only by flimsy gauze, like the rest of the dress.

The fabric cascaded over my hips and split literally at panty level in a wide, inverted V at the front to tumble in a waterfall of completely see-through black lace and feathers. The other touch were the black garters and suspender belt and stockings Harper threw my way. A satin thong completed the sex siren look.

When the girls at Abernathy House suggested a party night at a frat house, this was not what came to mind at all. Ever. But even I had to admit the effect was sexy as all hell. And according to my international sisters, the Morticia-went-Flapper look was perfect for our destination.

The Henchmen’s frat party invitation insisted we dress accordingly, which apparently meant sexy/slutty. In the three-inch heels covered in black rhinestones Dove surprisingly dug out of her cupboard, I couldn’t feel anything less.

“Stop playing with it. You look fucking fantastic,” Jacks muttered under her breath.

“I know. I know. I should feel fucking fantastic, but all I feel is exposed. Be just my luck D-bag will be there to screw with my night.”

Jacks shook her head. “Can’t be. I know they’re not part of any frat, and most of the jocks hate the Deitrich brothers for whatever reason.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I stared straight ahead, determined that now I’d let the girls have their way and pimp my ass, I’d have a good time.

Jacks winked at me, tossing blonde tresses with a hint of pink over her shoulders. She wore a vibrant purple teddy tucked into a filmy, black miniskirt that only served to highlight the perfect curve of her ass.

“And don’t we deserve it.” She hooked her arm through mine as we started up the path toward the thumping frat house together.

The evening filled with the chatter of a thousand students heading to various destinations for their Saturday night. My skirt rustled around my ankles in the light breeze. I smoothed it down until a vivacious gust caught my feathers and lifted them around my thighs.

Someone in the darkness beyond whistled as we passed beneath one of the lamps that created spotlights along our route. I blushed, dipping my head and letting my hair fall across my face.

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