Page 45 of Dangerous Deceit

I step forward, creating distance between Tomo and Jay. Cherry can protect Tomo, and I can figure out Jay and my wife.

Leave it to me.

“Hey, big man,” I say. He’s shorter than me, but he laughs all the same. We shake hands. “Have you been doing all right?”

“Good as ever,” Jay says.

I motion at the bartender, and Jay gives his order. “You playing the tables right now?” I ask.

Jay wipes a hand across his mouth. “Nah. I was just hoping to see my little girl. Figured she’d be here.” He forces a smile, like it hurts him to do so. “How’s married life?”

It’s been about twenty-four hours since we made it official, and this is typically where I forget their names. But Vi?Vivian Marie Petrus?Even after marriage and fucking her out there on the balcony, I can’t stop thinking about her blue eyes. All bright and inquisitive. They boil my insides.

I need those eyes on me again.

I swipe my arm around Vi. There’s some sort of weird vibe coming off of Jay, like he sees her asmorethan a niece—like a piece of meat he can barter with—and I want to shield her from his eyes. I grip tighter around her, making sure he knows she’s mine.

“We’re heading out,” I say. I give him a charming smile. “Stay as long as you like, Pops.”

“I like the sound of that,” Jay says sheepishly. My jaw clenches as he gives her a hug. “Glad you’re doing okay, sweetheart. See you soon.”

“Bye,” she says.

Before they can say anything more, I drag her to the elevators. My fingers tap my sides as the floor numbers climb to the top.

“Where are we going?” Vi asks. “Another penthouse?”

I want to make up some sly line about what’s waiting for her. Instead, I let the silence ruminate between us. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, knowing thatsomethingis coming. Blood surges to my groin as she steadies her breathing. She’s calming herself; I like that.

I check in with the concierge up at the top, then I lead us to one of the VIP suites at the end of the hallway, the ones we save for the big celebrities and high rollers. There are windows on the Strip-facing walls, and a chandelier hangs above the dining table. A fireplace is next to a cozy couch you can sink inside of and fall into a deep, deep sleep. When insomnia hits,thatcouch is always where I break the cycle.

But that’s not why we’re here.

At the end of the hallway, I unlock a door. Inside, every surface is covered with mirrors, even the floor. Usually, there’s a bed in the middle so the guests can watch themselves while they fuck, but I called ahead and had it taken out. Right now, the only things inside of the room are a set of drawersanda metal folding chair with a mirror glued to the seat.

It’s my fun house, and I’m ready to play a game with my wife.

CHAPTER 22

KENZO

“What is this?”Vi asks. Her voice is airy and high-pitched; it’s getting harder for her to stay calm.

I guide her until she sits on the mirrored chair.

“Let’s play a game,” I say.

I grab some rope from the corner of the room. It’s balled in the shape of a ring, and I toss it from hand to hand. Vi’s eyes bounce rapidly around the room, then back to me. She bites her bottom lip. She’s nervous, and that’s a good sign. Vi is smart. A liar, maybe. But liars are usually smart.

And that lying ends today.

“Okay?” she says hesitantly.

“A get-to-know-you game,” I clarify. “I’m going to tie you to this chair. If you’re a good girl and you tell me the truth, I’ll let you come.”

Her lips and thighs part for a second, and those words swim inside of her already filthy thoughts. I lick my lips, blood rushing to my cock, but then she stiffens, coming back to her senses.

She’s not supposed to be a dirty girl like this, but my wife can’t help herself.

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