Page 47 of Dangerous Deceit

But this isn’t where Vi leaves me. This is where she commits. I’ve just got to get those words out of her.

“You want to keep playing this game?” I tease.

She nods, too intoxicated by the head rush and stimulation to give a verbal answer. My chest tightens. I’m damn ready to fuck her, but this isn’t about my dick; it’s about getting her truth. I put the vibrator back between her legs.

“Give me a verbal answer, baby,” I tease. “Are you ready to tell me the truth?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I cinch the cord around my hand until my fingers go numb. “Why did you lie about being a virgin?” I ask.

“Because I have to.”

“Why?”

“Because I?—”

I flip a switch on the vibrator, increasing the intensity, and she jolts like I’ve sent electricity through her core. I growl; I’m jealous of the device—I want to make her do that by myself—but this is about her. About business. About getting what I want out of her. That way, I can figure out what’s going on in her sly little mind.

“Who told you to lie to me?” I ask.

“M-my—” she stutters, then finally, she adds, “My uncle.”

“And why did you lie?”

Her eyes fall to her lap. Keeping the vibrator on her clit, I press her legs together.

“You let this vibrator drop again, and I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t,” I warn.

Like an obedient little slut, she keeps it pressed between her legs. And I step around, twisting the white cord around her neck again, admiring the red line on her throat. The rope is thin like a clothesline, and I’m sure that’s what most people would use it for. But when I see rope, I want to tangle flesh inside of it. And her freckles are so damn pretty against the rope.

“You like jewelry, baby?” I ask. “You want another red necklace?”

She blinks at her reflection. “I?—”

I pull the rope closed around her, cutting off her words. I move myself so I’m pressed against her body, my dick bobbing into her neck.

“Why did you lie?” I ask again, but there’s only panic drowning in her veins. She can’t speak, even if she wants to—the rope is too tight—and I love the power. She has no choice but to obey me, to give in to every one of my fucked-up desires. But even through the pain coursing through her, she keeps herlegs forced together. Sweat drips down her face, and my dick pulses, seeing her struggle like that. I’ve got a thing for making women panic and whimper, but when I see the expression on Vi, it unlocks something inside of me.

It can only be me.

Even if this doesn’t work out—even if she betrays me and I have to get rid of her—no one will ever touch her or see those blue eyes like I do right now. I will make sure of it.

Finally, I let go. This time, she cracks, the sobs wailing through her. I’m not going to kill her right now, but she doesn’t know that. And yet I love the tears. I love seeing her panic. It’s such a pure, physical response.

I circle her, facing her once again. “Last time I’m going to ask. You give me this answer, and we’re done,” I say quietly. “Why did you lie?”

“For my family,” she says in a bittersweet tone.

That’s enough of an answer for now. I hold on to it.

“Good girl,” I say.

I pull her hips forward on the chair and turn off the vibrator. I finger-fuck her with one hand and massage her throat with the other like I’m getting her supple and ready to take my dick. The tears stream down as she lets go, convulsing and groaning like a madwoman, and I’m barely able to keep myself straight. I need to make her come; otherwise, neither of us will be able to do anything.

Another finger. Then another. Three digits in, and I’m curling against that sweet spot, forcing my fingers against her until she gushes like a waterfall, soaking the chair and me in her warm liquid.

It smells like pussy, like sweat and sugar. I suck it in, satisfaction rolling through me. Then I cut the ropes. Vi stays seated, gawking down at me, her eyes half-closed, full of exhaustion and lust. My eyes gravitate to the indentations in herskin, red and sore from struggling against the rope. I rub them, working out the bruises.

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