Page 36 of Dangerous Deceit

I lower myself to my knees. “Maybe I can…”

He pulls me into his lap. “No,” he growls. “Don’t worry, Vi. I’ll teach you everything. You can be my good girl, can’t you, baby?”

It’s so derogatory, treating me like I’m incapable, nothing more than a girl, but my body is molten, and I need more. More of those filthy words. More ofhim.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he says, and my skin tingles. “Spread your legs and straddle me.”

I do as I’m told, and I swear the heat of his thighs is like an inferno incinerating me from the inside out.

“So good at following directions,” he murmurs. “Remove my belt.”

My fingers twitch over the metal buckle, and as the black leather slides through the loops, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if Kenzo smacked the leather against me or draped it around my neck, guiding me like a leashed pet.

The hell is wrong with you?my brain shouts.He’s a job! You can’t think like that!

My eyelids flutter. I’m not the kind of person who likes sex. Sex is work.Only work.A lesson to be learned. A job to finish. It’s how Patrick and Uncle Jay get our money, and now, it’s how I’ll get our money too. It’s how we survive. It doesn’t mean anything.

“Unzip me,” Kenzo says.

All of those thoughts vanish.

As each tooth vibrates through the zipper, his bulge grows bigger. My mouth waters. I pull his length out, my lips parting. He’s smooth and veiny and big. My jaw drops, my mouth salivating. I had a feeling he’d be big, but he’s curved too, with the perfect angle to hit me right where I curled my fingers when I explored myself for his viewing pleasure last night.

“Touch yourself,” he commands.

My eyes glaze over. I squeeze my breasts through the thick wedding dress fabric. Kenzo beams at me. I must be doing something terribly wrong.Or so damn right.

“Such an intuitive virgin,” he says. “You learn quickly, don’t you?”

He knows you’re lying. And soon, he’s going to kill you for it.

“I just don’t want you to kill me,” I say. It’s almost true. I am scared for my life, but right now, I’m too turned on to care.

“What a good line,” he says.

No matter how many red flags wave in my mind, I’m hypnotized. His degrading tone mixed with the hints of praise in his voice. Even if he knows I’m lying, doing the one thing he asked me not to do, he can’t help but want me.

“What are you after, little Vi?” he asks, His eyes dig down to my core. He’s not talking about sex right now, but about the reason my uncle and I lied about my sexual history. He knows we’re here for the wrong reasons.

“Do you always talk this much during sex?” I mumble.

“I don’t hear you telling me to shut up.”

My lips are loose, eager for his. I don’t say anything.

He puts a hand behind my neck, pulling me down so his lips are by my ear.

“Slide your panties to the side,” he murmurs, “and drop that sweet little pussy onto me until you swallow my cock whole.”

My pussy clenches, already begging for his length, and I pull back, locking eyes with him. At this angle, I’m looking down athim,but he’s controlling me like he knows exactly how to make me his obedient little pet.

And I obey.

Pulling my panties to the side, my pussy grips the head of his dick, and his curve pushes against my tender spot. A soft moan erupts through me.

“Does my cock hurt, baby?” he asks. “It should hurt a good girl like you. But it doesn’t, does it? My dick fits perfectly inside of you. Your pussy was made to please me.”

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