Page 211 of Deceit

“Dude I met a few years ago on a mission.” He lifts a questioning brow. “If you ask me if I’ve slept with him, I’m gonna fuck you up.”

Bishop leans up off the back of the seat, his scent filling my senses, and I fight the urge to sigh like a smitten little girl.

His full lips hover over mine, provoking me to move and deny that I want him.

That it doesn’t matter what he does or says, I’m still his.

I still need him.

Because without Bishop, nothing feels whole. My body, even though we haven’t been together in months, still believes that it is.

“Undo my pants, Emmy,” Bishop orders out, prompting my body to listen right away but I hold on to the thread of pride that still struggles to remain still. “You fucked Alexander raw and denied me the chance for those twins to be mine.”

“I didn’t—since when doyouwant kids?”

A slow smirk rides up Bishop’s features, derailing that said pride from earlier, and the primal need to just let him do what he wants begins to take over.

“You can lie and say you don’t need me. That your life would be perfect without me in it. Truth of the matter is, Em, that it’s just as bad when you and I are not together. I might be a prick but I cared about you. And I also might not be the most vocal character in the world but notice how I always bitched at you for shit. Must mean something.”

I scoff through my nose. “Not enough.”

“Isn’t it?” Bishop's fingers find the front of my black leggings and tears the seam of my crotch. “I want to fuck you into listening to me. I need to forget what you did. What mywife—that I didn’t know I still had—decided she was going to do.” His palms find my hips and he pushes me downward so I can feel how hard he is through his cladded jeans. Memories of how he used to fill me up, fucked me into seeing stars still play vividly in my vision. “That you do shit to me that no one has done in a long time.”

“If you wanna fuck me, Bishop, take off your own damn pants. I’ll do the rest so we can get off and I can go home.”

“Is that where we’re at? You’re going to fuck me with no emotion, Em?”

My lips lift. “I don’t know. We’ve had sex enough. I think I’ve learned sufficiently from you.”

Bishop’s hips rise off the seat, nostrils flaring as he peels his jeans off and down his thighs. Our eyes never leave each others’ as he aligns his cock to my entrance.

I don’t follow through yet. I can’t when his eyes trailing down my body as his palms cup my ass. As though he’s remembering years past. When he literally would worship me for hours.

A gentle brush of his fingers trails up my thighs, silently coaxing me to sit on his dick. To give in to the sins that we used to perform so perfectly together.

Mustering up all my courage, I pull away my panties and lower myself downward, feeling his hand and the base of his cock hit my entrance.

I bite down on my lip, compressing a moan the moment the first inch of him goes inside me. Bishop’s head hits the back of the seat as he watches me take him for the first time in a very long time.

I literally can’t.

He’s the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on and if he knew how much he still controls my heart, I’d have to kill him so I didn’t have to seriously divorce him.

His cock stretches me so deliciously that it’s taking everything in me to not have my eyes roll back in my head. And when he’s to the hilt, I moan for the first time.

Bishop’s chest shutters, his face appearing pained now as I begin to ride him like I’ve always wanted to.

My hands hold steady to the roof of the SUV, letting my tits bounce as I impale myself over and over again on Bishop, reveling in the simple fact that he’s watching me take what we both want.

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” he voices, the strain in his tone obvious and evident.

“Mhm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He thrusts upward, hitting a spot that is both painfully and inviting. It reminds me how much of a maniac he is, inside and outside of bed. That underneath me is the most violent killer of B723. “God, Bishop.”

The moment my last word leaves my lips, Bishop has lugged me off his lap and onto my hands and knees on the other side of the bench seat.

With my hair in my face, I move an inch before I feel Bishop behind me, his cock already positioned to enter me again.

Encasing his warm forearm around my waist, he pulls me up so my back meets his solid chest.

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