Page 109 of False God

“Do you want to go back to the club?” I suggest innocently. “Maybe you can find?—”

“Fuck you, Charlie.”

“You want to,” I tease.

Lili turns her head so she’s lying on the opposite cheek. “I want it, okay?”

“Want what?”

She glares at me, but the effect is ruined by her swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “I wantyourcock, Charlie. Now,fuck mewith it or else I’ll hitchhike back to that club. Alone.”

Good enough for me.

I thrust into her. She’s soaking wet but so tight that I have to work to get inside of her.

I can barely hear the wet slap of our bodies colliding over the sounds Lili is making. It’s the most vocal she’s ever been during sex—I guess because we’re out in the middle of nowhere, it seems like—and it urges something primal in me. I pound into her hard and fast and rough, taking my pleasure but feral for the sound of hers.

I fuck her over and over again, unable to look away from the sight. I’m not going to last long, and I want to memorize this moment.

How she looks with me inside of her.

How it feels like her cunt was made for me to fill it.

I don’t know how near the closest neighbors are, but I’m sure they hear her shout when she comes all over my dick.

26

Inever imagined what the aftermath of hot sex on the hood of a car would be. I never imaginedIwould have hot sex on the hood of a car.

But if I’d guessed, the follow-up wouldn’t have included wandering around the grounds of a gorgeous villa.

“This place is incredible,” I tell Charlie.

Steps descend from the patio surrounding the pool, leading down to a dock that calm water laps against.

Charlie walks past me, toward the detached structure designed in the same style as the gigantic main building. It’s a pool house or a guesthouse, it looks like.

“You know the owners?” I call after him.

A question I should have asked when we first got here, but I was … distracted. Charlie has this unique ability to wipe logical reasoning from my brain, which is incredible and inconvenient.

I follow him into the guesthouse. It’s an open floor plan, one wall the kitchen with an eating nook against the opposite wall. A cozy seating area is past it with two open doorways revealing the bathroom and bedroom.

It’s beautiful. Also messy.

And I say this as someone who currently has clothes draped over every surface of the room she’s staying in.

“Um, wow.”

Dirty dishes are stacked in the sink. Beach towels are draped over the backs of chairs. Books lie open on the couch, partially played board games on the floor. Pillows are lopsided. Even the paintings hang crooked.

Charlie is scowling, turning around in a slow circle in the center of the room.

“Blythe,” he mutters darkly.

“Your sister?”

“Yes. I knew she was upset, but I didn’t think she’d …” He shakes his head.

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