Page 44 of Burning Your Lies

He lights a cigarette and waves me off. “I told you I’m not interested in security for my other clubs.”

I step closer. “Notthatbusiness. The one I saw tonight.”

A laugh rips out of him. “I thought you didn’t run that kind of business?”

“I want her dead. Money is no obstacle.”

A cloud of smoke wafts in the air between us. “What does she have on you?”

“Your secret is that you kill. And I kill to keep mine. Do we have a deal?”

Just as Savannah predicted, I’m thinking of her as I pull the strings to Brynn’s corset off. I let the dress fall to the floor.

“It’s so expensive! Don’t let it touch the floor!” she squeaks, trying to stoop to pick it up.

I hold her in place and palm her breasts. I pinch her nipples. “You looked unbelievably sexy tonight.” I kiss her neck. “I’vebeen waiting all night to do this.” The pads of my fingers slowly trail down her body until they’re lost between her folds. I use my other hand to hold her jaw and force her to look at our reflections. “Look at how perfect you are,” I whisper.

Her cheeks flush. “This is embarrassing.”

My groan almost slips out. Sex with Brynn has been vanilla and boring. Thinking of Savannah is the only way I can pleasure myself. She would have thrived off this; watching herself get fucked, knowing the view was award-winning.

“Can you try this for me?” I mumble into her ear. “Just relax your body and focus on how it feels.” I add another finger and feel her stretch around it. “Does it feel good?”

She nods her head.

“Tell me,” I order. “Tell me how it feels.”

She stutters. “Really good.”

“What do you want me to do to you?” When she struggles to answer, I do it for her. “Do you want me to bend you over this dresser and eat that sweet pussy? Or do you want me to spread you open and fuck you until you can’t stand straight?”

Her pussy doesn’t even throb at the dirty words. She shrugs. “I don’t mind.” She must see the disappointment in my eyes because she says, “I’m sorry. I’ve never … I don’t know how to…”

Pulling my fingers out of her, I turn her around and kiss her. “Don’t be sorry.”Just fucking be Savannah.“I’m going to try something a little different. If it’s too rough, tell me to stop.”

Her coy smile is back. “Okay,” she breathes.

I lead her to the bed and wait for her to lie on her back. I undress myself, eager to play this fantasy out. I press myself against her opening and revel in the instant warm suctioning of her pussy. “All I want is to be inside you, where I fucking belong.” In one thrust, I’m deep inside her.

Brynn lets out a deep gasp and her eyes screw shut.

“You like my cock stretching that tight pussy?” I hold myself up as I thrust in and out of her, slower than when I entered. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Fuck me.”

I close my eyes and enjoy the throbbing in my cock at the voice inside my head. It’s like she’s stood right behind me, whispering all the filthy things Brynn can’t.

“This pussy is yours, Mr Rivers. Fuck me like the whore I am.”

“Tell me how good it feels,” I beg.

“Fuck. Your cock feels so nice. I can feel it in my stomach. Suck on my nipples.”

My lips wrap around her nipples and suck hard. When my teeth nibble on them, Brynn yelps in pain.

“Too hard.”

I lick them, hoping it eases her pain and shuts her up so Savannah doesn’t disappear again. I press her into the mattress and pound her harder than before. “Take it. Fucking take it like the whore I know you can be. You teased me all night in that fucking dress.”

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