Page 91 of Dangerous Deceit

“Kenzo, please?—”

“Pleasewhat?” I say, raising my voice. I’m almost positive the secretary out in the lobby can hear us, but I don’t care. “Tell me you don’t want me to do this. Tell me you want me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

I’ve still got fingers inside of her and one pressed against her dark hole, but I stay in place. Her pussy throbs around my fingers, and her lips drop open. Blubbering, she tries to speak, but nothing comes out.

“What?” I ask. Her lips move, her eyelids fluttering, but she still can’t answer. “You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I go back full force, manipulating her pussy and ass, and I break the entrance of her dark ring of muscles, finger-fucking both of her holes, going harder and angrier, until I’m too greedy to let it go on any longer. I want her to come all over my hands like a dirty slut right now.

“Come for me, you little bitch.”

She shakes against me, and I thrust in harder, those slippery, depraved noises filling the room, her musky come mixing with warm sweat, and I’m swarmed by her heat. She gushes against my palm, her breathing ragged, like a wanton cunt. I hold her up, letting her pussy and the muscles lining her ass constrict around me. She’s so hot like this, completely vulnerable and undone, and I know if I asked her right now, she’d probably tell meanything.I should ask her about who she’s really working for. I should ask her if she knew exactly who I was. If she knew what kind of trouble she could get into if she crossed me. I should ask why she didn’t run away.

But if she lies, I don’t know what I’ll do.

She’s languid now, orgasmic bliss on her face, but I still pump my fingers into her. She convulses—everything is too sensitive and pressure-filled—but I don’t care, not when it’s this or a bullet.

“Please,” she whimpers into my ear.

“Please what?” I ask, softer this time. “Please stop? Pleasemore?”

“I can’t,” she whines.

“You can’twhat?”

“I—”

But the little slut can’t finish the sentence. My empty little void is too full of lust to think.

“What’s left inside of your little head, Vi? Are you too come-drunk to think?” I laugh. “Maybe that’s what I should do. Reduce you to nothing more than a hungry little slut, always eager for my come. Always begging for more. Then you’d never lie to me. You’d be too much of a come slut to even think straight.”

She cries out, and I smack a hand against her mouth. Even if I know I’ll get her out of jail without a mark on her record, part of mewantsher to get caught,wantsher to be completely humiliated,wantsher to get arrested.

I’ll never let it get that far though. I want her under my complete control.

“Please, Kenzo,” she says. “Please.”

“Give me another one,” I growl. I pump her holes like a drill until she comes again, gushing all over my hand. Her pants are soaked, the little fountain that she is, and I’m pleased. She has to walk out of the building like this. No one will know the exact details of what happened, but as I walk next to her, they’ll know she belongs to me.

“So quick to come,” I say with a smug tone. “And you thought you were done.” My eyes darken. “You’re never done. Not with me, slut.”

I pull back from her holes, just enough to let her steady herself, but not enough that I’m gone completely. Leaning against me, she finds her balance, but when her soaked pants slosh against her body, her cheeks are bright red again. I quickly scan the room for a napkin or a towel—now that it’s over, I’m willing to play nice—but there’s nothing to use, and I’m forced to let her humiliation continue, and honestly?I’m glad.

You don’t lie to me and get away with it. This is me beingnice.

“What are they going to think?” she whispers, her eyes wide and full of horror.

“Either you pissed yourself, or you had one hell of a time,” I say. “But you like that, don’t you?”

“Kenzo—”

“Hide behind me if you want.”

The secretary raises her brows, perhaps because she doesn’t recognize us, but when her eyes land on Vi’s drenched pants, her jaw drops. I salute her. This isn’t the worst thing the secretary will see this week. It’s just another day in Vegas. My wife is being punished, and I’m living in the clouds.

The valet brings the car, and as soon as we sit, Niko calls, and reality hits. Instead of answering, I let the call go to voicemail and drive back to Alta Drive. Once I’m sure Vi is locked inside the penthouse, I call Niko back from inside my car.

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