Page 16 of Bleeding Outside the Lines

His lips trail down one of the woman’s legs and then the other. Attentively. Seductively. Savoring every taste. Shivers run up my body like it’s me he’s worshiping. He pushes her legs to the side one at a time and then buries his face between them. Her eyes close and her mouth opens, ecstasy written all over her face. I turn on the volume, a glutton for punishment. Small whimpers pass through her lips when Cassius moves a hand from her knee to between her legs. My thighs clench, remembering the alley. Her hands rake through his short brown hair and her moans get louder until finally her legs quake. But Cassius doesn’t let up. He maintains rhythm until her body once again relaxes.

I should call Rowan. She’ll be my voice of reason. And I start to. I really do.

But then Cassius lifts the woman from the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, and they leave the frame. I fill my lungs and exhale with disappointment. Again, the cameras filter through until they find one with motion. He has the woman bent over the arm of the couch, her ass in the air. He unbuttons his shirt, one button at a time, and then removes it. I fall into the chaise lounge and pull the knot on my silk robe, committing myself to something I’m not sure I can come back from.

Cassius slides one hand between the woman’s thighs, and the other works on removing his belt. I press the button that brings up all the camera feeds and find that this particular place can be seen from multiple angles. I bring them all up on the screen.Cassius rips a condom open with his teeth and slides it over his impressive cock while he finger fucks the woman on the couch. With an open palm, he lands a slap on one of her ass cheeks, and she yelps with surprise. That same hand grabs the woman’s blonde ponytail while he uses the other to guide himself inside her.

With her ponytail wrapped tightly around his hand, he pulls. And I can’t take it anymore. I slide my finger between my slick folds and work my clit, increasing the intensity every time Cassius increases his speed. He is ferocious. A beast that cannot be tamed. He pulls her head back and pinches her nipple until she screams. My fingers are no longer doing the work I need them to, and I growl in frustration. I retrieve my vibrator from my bedside table. Caressing it with lube, I fall back on the chaise once more. I slide it between my legs and adjust the settings. The clit stimulator pulses slowly and then increases in strength before dropping speed again. I rock the vibrator in and out of myself until it grazes my g-spot.

A growl escapes Cassius’ lips and my floodgates open like he commanded it. Like he speaks my body’s language. The thought, equally terrifying as it is tempting.

He spanks her ass. He’s not done. I’m not done. I’m begging him to spank me too. I’m writhing in my own pleasure and simultaneously jealous that I’m not the one bent over in front of him.

“Fuck yes, you’re so deep,” the woman cries, and I want to cry with her. Every semblance of self-control is gone.

“You’re so fucking wet, you dirty slut,” Cassius says. “You love my cock, don’t you?”

“I want to taste it.”

My mouth waters at the thought of having Cassius’ dick inside my mouth again. The silky head at the back of my throat. His balls in my hand.

“Maybe next time, you…” He says as he angles himself deeper. “Naughty. Girl,” he growls, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust.

Once again, the woman’s legs shake until Cassius and the couch are the only things holding her up. He removes himself and picks her up. Then he throws her over his shoulder like she’s nothing more than a doll. Weightless.

The cameras toggle.

My vibrator stalls. Where did they go?

A whimper leaves my lips. Pipe. Must. Burst.

The cameras once again find them, this time in the bedroom. Give me more Cassius. I need more.

Even if it breaks me.

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Tossing Belle onto mybed, I bury my face between her breasts and kiss my way up her sternum, along her collar bone until finally reaching her ear.

“You good?” I whisper, praying I’m only audible to her. She pinches my thigh twice, a signal we worked out in the car that means she’s okay, and we can keep going. I roll us over, and she lifts up on to her knees, sinking down on my dick. She works her hips back and forth, rolling them in circles, trying to find a rhythm. This is her show now. I let her find her own pleasure. When she finally does, she rides me like a fucking bull. Like the true Southern belle she is. Rough and without remorse. I tease her clit with my fingers, and she bucks harder and faster, chasing her own release.

I flip us again, pulling one leg over my shoulder. I move her own hand to work her clit while I pound into her. Skin slapping skin, the muscles in my ass clench with each thrust. I pull a nipple in between my teeth and give it a tug. She whimpers, and I release it.

“Come for me, baby,” I whisper. “Come for me, Ruby.” It’s a command.

Her legs tighten, her toes curl, and her face contorts into one of pain and pleasure until finally her entire body relaxes, and she peers up at me through hooded eyes.

I remove myself from her clenches and remove the condom from my still hard dick. She’s not Ruby. I need Ruby. My dick needs Ruby. I go to the bathroom and turn on the shower, letting it warm before I get in. I wash Cadence’s scent off me, wishing it were a metallic vanilla instead. My balls ache, but I don’t relieve myself, preferring the punishment.

I close my eyes, a lifetime of indiscretions flooding me. The rich fucks I cheated as a teen. The girl caught in the middle, dead on my doorstep. The blood. Garrett’s screams. My silence. It all comes back, fresh as the day it happened. Years of blackmail, torture, and death. The sound of Isabella’s scream as I pushed her in my trunk. The fear in her eyes when I opened it again.

Fucking masochist. That’s what I am. Reliving the shit that haunts me day in and day out. I roll my shoulders and turn my back to the water. The heat from the water eases the tension in my body, and I start to relax.

When I get out of the shower, Cadence is no longer in my bed. I get dressed quickly and find her sitting on my kitchen counter, clothed, eating an apple.

She shrugs when she sees me. “Sorry sugar, I was hungry.”

I raise my hands in a no problem gesture. “You ready to go?” I ask. She nods in answer, and I grab her hips, lifting her off the counter. Gentleman, see?

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