Page 103 of Deceit

Sandy blonde hair and a strong jawline, Will has a Zack Morris thing going on about him, and if I was twelve, I’d be melting on the floor.

However, my tastes have changed, and I apparently enjoy torturing myself with men in beards and a lack of uttering two nice things to me in the same conversation.

“Do you?” His flat chest bumps lightly into mine.

“Life is short, and moments like this are fleeting, don’t you think?”

“What about kissing within minutes of knowing each other.”

Oh, Lord.

I step away slightly, portraying that I’m shy and that I like to wait until at least five dates where I’m wined and dined before giving away an innocent kiss. “I’m not sure. We literally just met.”

“I don’t bite,” he presses, countering my actions. “Unless you like that sort of thing.”

I stay grounded to my spot, allowing him to make his move. Which he doesn’t yet. Apparently, Will isn’t a total creep, and he needs more coaxing.

“I mean…I guess no one would know,” I drawl, feeling a wave of goosebumps lining my arms.

“Amy, you’re not a woman I’d like to hide in the dark, but…” He wastes no time gathering me in his arms and planting a dry kiss to my mouth that tastes like vodka and cranberry.

The pads of his soft fingers roam right down my back to my ass as he trails us backward.

A moan escapes my lips from the distress of having to do this, and he takes it as a cue to amp his game up.

My butt suddenly hits a hard surface, a desk I think, and William goes right for the belt of his pants.

With my clutch still in my hand, I undo the snap button and pull out the syringe with my middle and index finger. William’s fingers draw up the interior of my thigh as I fumble with finding the left side to flick the cap off.

“Just the thought,” William utters above me, then heaves me onto the desk. “Of sinking my cock inside you with this red dress on…is one of the highlights of my week.”

“Yeah?” I exhale, raising my needle to thrust into the back of his shoulder. “I’ve had one hell of a week—“ William is abruptly hauled away from me, and leaving my neck hanging out like I’m making out with air.

A grunt, rough breathing, and a hard thud clatters together before a new body emerges from the dark—wider, taller, and menacing.

Bishop.

“Now what are you doing?” I chide off a heavy exhale, my shoulder slouching in disappointment because he just robbed me of my mission—again.

Bishop doesn’t answer my question. Instead, he lapses up the space between us and leans in my direction. His callous palms find both my knees and spreads my legs wider to accommodate his muscular body in between them.

My pulse accelerates at lightning speed, forcing my throat close as Bish looms over me. The smell of sweat from fighting with Kyson and his natural nutmeg and leather scent has everything outside and in this room suspending. His heavy breathing from jacking around brushing over my nose and cheeks.

“Making sure no one touches my fucking wife.”

Seeing Emmy walk out of her bedroom tonight in a scrap of red material that appeared glued to her body was severe mental and physical pain.

It took every ounce of self-restraint not to point right back to her room and demand she throw something else on that wasn’t so fucking distracting.

Not only to me but any other individuals at this party, male or female.

When I wasn’t staring at her ass the whole way inside this overdone and tasteless mansion, anything with a dick did.

And every woman envied the way she didn’t notice, care, or was too blind to see that she stole the room. She lassoed it into the palm of her tiny hands and walked around holding what even Blue would’ve wanted.

And sitting in front of me, with her legs spread open, I’m beyond tempted to just take what I want again and claim this little blonde as mine to everyone.

Since B723 is here, I might as well. She’ll get pissed at me for at least a week, but she’d have to get over it.

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