Page 99 of The Dollhouse

My hips took up a faster pace, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy with vehemence. I fucked her harder now, and now that she was free to make noise, she did not let me down. The moans that escaped her slender throat when I rode her harder filled the air and made my lower stomach harden even more.

Roman moved out of the hall, though he still didn’t come around the other side of the couch. He remained a few feet away from the head of the sectional, where Zoey lay, unable to see him. I knew he was there, but I was too busy fucking the girl under me to stop and tell Zoey he was here. Roman could be the silent voyeur in the darkness tonight.

Fuck, she felt so good, like her body was made for me, like her pussy was created specifically for my cock. If I was a man that believed in heaven, I might think she was heaven in the shape of a very fuckable girl.

I didn’t push off the orgasm. When I felt it coming, I let it spill over me, the pleasure hot and searing inside my body. My balls slapped against her ass, my lower back and ass cheeks clenching as my cock twitched inside her core. Cum shot out of me, coating her inner walls, marking her, and I jerked my hips as I emptied myself in her.

She’d sleep with my cum in her, staining her thighs. She wouldn’t wash it off until morning. I liked knowing I’d be inside her as she slept.

Grunting, I pulled out of her, and Zoey shot me a frown. “Jerk,” she muttered, although the word was not uttered very seriously. “Now I have to call Lake back.” She pushed me off her, rolled off the couch and grabbed her shorts and phone. It was as she shimmied her hips to get her shorts on that she saw Roman standing there, and she shot him a smile. “Don’t tell me you two planned this. You know Lake doesn’t really like that stuff.”

Right. Sharing. Fucking. Watching someone else fuck her. Funny how she got him to agree once and seemed more than happy to fuck her with me, but to do it again? That was a big no-no. Like I said, the guy was weird.

“That,” Roman spoke, his voice low, “was all Carter.” With his words, she shot me a glare, and all I could do was shrug, totally unrepentant. I wouldn’t apologize for getting a taste of that sweet pussy tonight, and if she was waiting for it, she would be sorely disappointed.

“I’m going to go upstairs to talk to Lake,” she said, and with extra sway to her hips, Zoey was gone.

I sat on the couch, my dick still hard, still coated in her slick, and I made no moves to cover up, even as Roman lumbered over and sat on another piece of the sectional, reclining back and running a hand down his face. His black hair was wet from his shower, and I noticed his dick had gotten hard watching us. He must have willpower of steel, for there were times when he simply watched and didn’t relieve himself.

Didn’t know how he could do it. I sure as shit wouldn’t be able to. I didn’t have that kind of mastery over myself. Didn’t really care to. What was the point in getting your dick hard when you didn’t push yourself over the edge and relieve some of the pressure inside?

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?” I asked, once Zoey was long gone.

“I don’t know,” Roman grumbled. “I suppose it’s up to her. Once she feels she has sufficiently fucked her family over, she’ll be ready. Of course, that says nothing about what she agreed to do for Markus after it’s said and done.”

“I still don’t understand why he’d want her to show someone around. I mean, why couldn’t we just pay the guy for his help and be done with it?”

“Because sometimes favors only come with a promise of another favor in return. For some, you cannot put a price tag on it.” Roman quieted for a few moments, his jaw tensing. His dark eyes landed on the television, but he didn’t really watch whatever was on the screen. “He knows what he’s doing. He runs a tight ship, I can tell. If he wants Zoey to show this girl around, whoever she is, it’s because he has no one else he trusts to do it.”

I shook my head, still not getting it. “So he’d rather a stranger do it? How does that make sense?” To me, it made no sense at all. But maybe that’s why I would remain an enforcer for the rest of my life. I didn’t do politics, I didn’t do the scheming or the planning. I killed, that’s it. I didn’t have a mind for any of that shit, and I wasn’t stupid enough to think I did.

“Carter, you know how the Lucianos work. The Scotts work the same way. Every decision Markus makes is calculated. He did not choose Zoey lightly.”

A part of me wished I could’ve met the guy, so I would have a face to put with the name, but another part of me didn’t really care. After this was said and done, no matter how much time it took after Zoey dealt with her family to be with this other girl, we would leave Hillcrest behind and never come back. Markus, whoever this mystery girl was, Zoey’s family; they would all be fragments of memories we’d look back on and that’s it.

Zoey came down after a while, after her talk with Lake was done. I’d put on my pants by then, and Zoey pulled Roman closer to me, snuggling in the middle of us. She fell asleep a while later, her breathing even. Eventually, Roman had to carry her upstairs to her room and deposit her onto her own bed. We tucked her in, told her goodnight even though she couldn’t hear us, and went into our own rooms. My own sleep was dreamless, not like I expected anything else.

By the time morning came, it was an unwelcome sight. I did not want to get out of bed, even as the sunlight streamed through my windows, but I knew I had to, to see Zoey off. I checked the time before getting up, just to make sure I didn’t oversleep and she was already gone. If I had, if Zoey had already left, there’d be no point in getting up. I’d sleep a while longer.

Yeah, not a morning person. A night owl, definitely, but a morning person? Fuck to the no.

I got dressed, headed downstairs to meet Roman and Zoey in the kitchen, both of whom were already up and completely alert. How disgusting. How unnatural. Just because the sun was up did not mean you had to be awake and bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Like, fuck man.

“Morning,” Zoey said, prancing over to me and standing on her tiptoes to place a kiss on my cheek. She giggled and scratched my stubble with her fingers before returning to the island, where a row of stools sat. She’d temporarily abandoned her plate of waffles to greet me.

Roman stood a few feet away, leaning on the counter, sipping coffee from a white mug and quietly watching the exchange. He wore dark clothes, as usual, though he’d refrained from sporting a full-out suit so early in the morning. One of the rare times he was not dressed in his usual garb.

“You know,” Zoey went on, shoving a huge piece of a waffle into her mouth, “you’d think with how often mornings come—every day, in fact—you’d be more used to them, Carter. Maybe you need to start going to bed a little earlier.”

I rolled my eyes. It didn’t matter how much sleep I got or when I actually went to bed; I was always tired. Always. If I got two hours or if I got six. It really, really didn’t matter.

“You have everything ready?” Roman inquired. “Your textbooks, notebooks, the laptop we bought the other day—” AKA everything Zoey would need to bring to her classes on campus if she wanted to blend in and seem inconspicuous.

Zoey let out a sigh, and now it was her turn to roll her eyes. “Yes, Dad. I’m ready for school.” Roman grumbled, narrowing his dark, devilish stare at her, but she was wholly unaffected. “This isn’t my first time, okay? I got this. Trust me.” She took another bite of her waffle. “What is your guys’ plan for today?”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, shuffling over to the Keurig and making myself a cup of coffee. “What do people do around here?”

“The usual. A whole lot of nothing, even if you have a job.” Zoey finished off her plate, sliding off the stool and bringing it to the dishwasher. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t realize how boring this would be for you two.”

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