Page 104 of Deceit

Or divorce your ass for it.

“What?” Emmy spits out, breaking my inner civil war. “I had it.”

“I know you did,” I respond calmly. “And so did he.”

The motherfucker.

He’s lucky I need him to talk, or I would’ve already ripped his fucking arms off.

“Whatever,” she scoffs off, scooting forward so that her pussy is even closer. My cock throbs once as she peers up at me. “Are you going to move? You just had to take away my stabbing him too. Let alone your little scene outside you orchestrated. That wasn’t part ofmyplan.”

“Yours took too long.”

And it did.

I wasn’t about to spend a few hours waiting for the prick currently residing face down on the hardwood floor to end his party before we finished this. Nor was I going to allow him another second to put his filthy hands on Emmy.

She bumps my thighs with her knees. “Move.”

And I do because if I don’t, I’m not responsible for what happens next.

When we fuck, I get stupid. I throw caution to the wind, and I almost open my big-ass mouth to blurt that she’s mine.

All fucking mine.

I already mentioned that she’d get furious with me. Still, I obviously can’t grow a means to become selfless and allow her to move on.

However, the monsters in my head won’t let me rest. They point out the severe consequences for fully letting her in.

Because if it gets to that place, it’ll destroy, leaving one of us heartbroken and crippled inside.

She might be strong enough for that.

I’m not.

* * *

“Fuck you!” William spits out, blood flying in the air and down the corner of his busted bottom lip.

He pulls at his black zip ties, jerking his body around and getting the chair to crash along the floor with his attempted escape.

“No, thanks,” Blue remarks, unaffected as she checks her nails and circles around him. “You’re not my type.”

William scoffs. “What wealthy men?”

“Oh no, rich dudes do it for me.” She peers up at me and winks like a jackass, knowing it’s usually the kind of fuckers Em is normally around. “I don’t like entitled pricks.”

“My prick is just fine, Ginger,” he retorts sourly. “Why don’t you sit on it and I’ll show you—“ Her hand seizes his neck as she straddles his body before plopping down in his lap.

Her ivory dress rides up her tan thighs, which she doesn’t bother fixing, and pushes his head back to expose the column of his throat.

“I think you have the wrong impression of me,” Blue announces slowly. “See, we’re not here to fuck around. Big Man over there likes to hurt and ask questions later, but I like a little pleasure first.”

“Pleasure?” he repeats, skepticism in his tone. “What do you mean?”

Blue releases his neck and brings one of her thumbs up to brush away the blood off his chin. “You tickle my fancy…and I’ll jack off yours.”

“What?”

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