Page 23 of The Deceived

I search around the floor until I come across his jacket. The weight of it as I lift it tells me I’ll have better luck searching there. His phone is tucked away in the same pocket as the remote for the window.Bingo.I take a seat at the foot of the bed on top of one of the discarded silk sheets and try my luck at his four-digit passcode.

0523.His Birthday. I type the digits and receive the notice for the incorrect PIN.

I tap my finger against my lip and think. It would be something of importance to him but what? Maybe the day he won the race for Governor. I try that date, but it doesn’t work.Shit. What is this pin?

“1007. My grandmother Gennie’s birthday.” I gasp and slide around on the floor and come face to face with Rex where he kneels on the bed towering over me.

“You scared me.”Busted.I laugh trying to by myself some time to think of a convincing lie. My heart is thumping within the confines of my chest so loudly I’m afraid he can hear it in the near silence of this cabin. I don’t know how he will react to this, but I know it can’t be good.

“Care to tell me why you have my phone in your hand, Winter?” He moves with a quiet sureness off the bed. The same predatory grace he had that night that he cornered me on the Hunt. This is a man used to getting answers when he asks questions and right now, I have none. I didn’t plan on getting caught, I just wanted to see if there was anything on this phone that I could use against him. People almost always have some type of incriminating shit on their phones that they hide away from the world. He comes to stand over top of me. Naked. It is intimidating despite his nudity. Like a fucking fool, I can’t seem to stop myself from ogling his perfect form. From his lean muscled torso down to his thick thighs. His humongous dick is the star of the show though. I blink up at him as his stare penetrates my very soul.

“I was going to take a picture of you. You looked so handsome while you slept and I wanted to give you something to remember me by.” Sounds good to me. He doesn’t need to know I plan on fucking his world up so severely he can never come back from it.

He tilts his head to the side his gaze never wavering from mine. Assessing me before he extends his arm, palm out. I place the device into his waiting hand. He punches in his code, the light from his phone illuminating his disgustingly perfect features.

“I can’t have any pictures of me taken in this place. But would you be okay if I took some photos of you?”

What?He smiles and it is so sexy and so devious that I can’t tell if he is sincere or not.There is no way this man bought my line of bullshit. He isn’t dumb. I might not have known the pin to his phone, but I do know that Rex is extremely intelligent.

I smile up at him where he still stands, tall, muscled, and nude. For whatever reason, Rex isn’t calling me on my shit and I am more than happy to play along with the Governor. It’s time to put on a show. I smile up at him seductively and flip my messy hair over one shoulder before leaning back, one hand behind me.

“Snap away,” I say as I allow my knees to fall out to the sides, spreading myself open for him.

His eyes land exactly where I expected that they would and I reach down, to trace a finger against my folds. I’m tender from our earlier encounter, but I don’t let that detour me from helping him forget that he caught me trying to break into his phone.

“You’re stunning. Do you know that, Winter? Too beautiful for your own good, the kind of beauty that makes powerful men greedy want to possess it.”

His words spur me on. I bring my finger to my mouth and suck on it, tasting myself briefly. I blink up at him and can’t help but notice his dick is getting hard. He snaps pictures and I give him my best seductive look. His eyes blaze with lust as he comes in close to me, taking another picture. He steps to straddle my legs, caging them in between his, then bending at the waist, he lowers his face near mine. His warm breath brushes against my mouth.

“Let me have a taste.” Bringing my fingers that were just playing with my pussy up and into his mouth, I watch fascinated as he licks and sucks on them briefly, releasing them with a twirl of his tongue.

“Fucking delicious.” He grabs the back of my head and crushes his mouth to mine, his tongue twirling and exploring. I reach up and grab a handful of his hair, holding him to me. He is kissing me so thoroughly that I feel breathless and dizzy when he finally releases me.

“Let’s fix your hair.” He moves my hair to the opposite shoulder, and I freeze as he begins to lick and nibble at the shell of my ear. I can’t breathe as he nibbles on my earlobe. I try my best to turn my head, to move away from him and the possibility that he will see the very noticeable, very memorable birthmark that rests just behind my left ear. It’s a red, heart-shaped birthmark that he commented on when we were on the balcony of my parent’s house the night of that party so many years ago.

I recall how handsome he was and I was as happy as could be when he walked outside onto that balcony alone to get some fresh air. Of course, I followed him. I remember every moment of it.

Did you need some air too? I ask, as I walk up placing my hands on the railing.

He looks out over my parent’s garden and, wow, he is the most handsome man that I have ever seen. A straight blade of a nose, mysterious green eyes that seem to pierce my heart. His jaw is so sharp it could cut glass and he has the fullest, most kissable lips that I have ever seen. I long to kiss this man, to know firsthand how that would feel. If I could have one wish, kissing Rex would be it. A thrill runs through me being on this balcony all alone with Rex. I’ve dreamed of a moment alone with him. His scent of leather and gunpowder fills the air between us and I inhale a lungful as discreetly as I can, committing it to memory.

“Little stuffy in there for my taste. I’m not used to being around so many people now.”

And I suppose he isn’t. He’s just returned from a tour of duty in Afghanistan. And I can tell he’s not the same person that he was before he left. His eyes seem different. The way he looks at the world seems different.

I study his face, his very handsome face and I will him to see me in the same light as I see him. Perfection. But he doesn’t see me that way. He won’t because I’m too young, for now. But one day I won’t be. And maybe one day he will see me as more than the daughter of his acquaintance. It is quiet between us for a few moments. I have so much I want to say to him, but I’m too young, too shy, and too scared. He won’t take me seriously.

“I saw you before,” I pause unsure if this is a safe topic, but I decide to press on. “Before you went to Afghanistan.

He turns to face me then and I practically melt under his gaze. Some girls idolize teenage heartthrobs or musicians, but my idolization has always been for this man. From the moment I met him, I’ve been besotted. Even when I was away at boarding school last semester, I kept a picture of him that I found in our local paper. He was accepting an award for Outstanding Citizenship, and it came with a scholarship. He looked so handsome in the photo.

“That was almost 2 years ago. I don’t recall seeing you, I’m sorry.”

That’s stings more than it should, but I was even younger then. The summer breeze feels good against my now overheated flesh and it blows that leathery scent of his in my direction. I try another tactic to get him to speak with me. Just hearing his deep voice is satisfying enough. I could listen to him talk all day. I could just stand here and watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his muscled throat.

“You came here, to visit my father?”

“Augustus and Summer are your parents?”

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