Page 32 of Devious Lies

She can’t possibly understand the depth of my fixation.

It’s an all-consuming passion.

A sickness, some would call it. But fuck them.

They don’t know my need, my desire, my life. She’s the only thing that interests me anymore.

Aside from work, of course.

But a man needs more than work.

Nico has his. And I want mine.

I open the drawer inside my desk, picking up the remnants of her tank top. I should have tossed out that discarded scrap of silk, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I lift it to my face and breathe it in.

Honey and lilacs.

My eyes roll back inside my head.

I know the door to my office is locked, and no one is coming in. Just like I know there are no cameras inside here.

Just like Nico’s and Angel’s offices.

This is my sacred space.

It’s a symbol of our brotherhood and the complete trust we have in one another.

And it’s the only reason why I do what I’m about to do.

I lean my chair back, my eyes on the screen as I slide my zipper down. The sound is loud in the quiet of my personal den.

But that’s okay. My office is soundproof, too.

I free my cock from my pants and tug on it, feeling the titanium rods pierced through my shaft and the captive bead ring circling from my mushroomed head.

I have piercings all over both ears. Two in my left eyebrow. One in my tongue, but I usually take that out.

It’s my cock piercings that seem to get the most attention. I mean, they are designed for pleasure.

Mine and hers.

The final one is just at the beginning of my shaft. I have a curved titanium piercing barbell with balls on the ends of that one.

I didn’t start getting pierced with the intention of enhancing my or my partner’s sexual pleasure. But since it does, I use it to do just that. When I have a partner, that is.

Fact is, there hasn’t been a woman in months.

Not since Maria walked through the door.

“Fuck,” I hiss, squeezing my dick with one hand and pressing her ruined shirt to my face with the other.

My eyes flick to the monitor trained on her face and upper body. She’s mixing a bunch of cocktails for a group of women.

One is wearing a banner across her chest that says bride to be, but I don’t give a fuck about her.

No, my gaze shoots right back to Maria and her gorgeous tits as she leans over to hand out the drinks.

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