Page 53 of Sinful Little Lies

The lady beams and waves her hands motioning for us to follow her. “She’s alright. Been a bit sad lately. She had made a couple friends here and spent most of her free time with them. One was rehomed and the other passed. She hasn’t wanted to connect with the other animals much since then.”

The woman leads us down a hallway and turns left to a new corridor. Past the doors and down a few cages, she stops and takes out a large ring of keys. Finding the correct one, she unlocks the gate and calls out to Mística. “Hey, pretty girl, some special folks are here to see ya!” The scratch of Mística’s nails tick against the floor as she pads her way out of the small room. Verena drops to her knees, her eyes watering when she sees that first spot of snow white fur.

“Mística! Hi, baby.” Verena chokes out. Mística’s eyes light up when her eyes meet V’s and her tail wags furiously. She dashes into Verena’s arms, tackling her and pinning her to the ground. Mística licks V’s face, making up for the years of kisses that they’ve lost. Verena breaks out into a laugh as she remains splayed on her back, her arms around her four-legged best friend. I’ll never get over that feeling that consumes me when her happiness shines brighter than every glittering star in the sky.

Verena sits up as Mística backs off of her. I step to the side and Flame walks out from her spot behind me. She treads carefully near Místic as Verena introduces the two. “Místi, thisis Flame. She’s a very good girl, just like you, and I think you’ll love her.” She pats her leg and calls Flame over to her. The dogs sniff each other for a few seconds and before we know it, their tails are wagging and Flame rolls over in front of Mística. Her tongue hangs out the side of her mouth and Mística swats her in a playful manner.

I look at Verena and her giddiness tugs at my heartstrings. She whistles, getting Mística’s attention and her head swivels in my direction. “Come here, mamíta. There’s someone else you need to meet. He’s the whole reason we came here.” Her nails click against the floor as she inches toward me, a familiar light glinting in her eyes. It’s one that is reminiscent of the one Flame had when I first picked her up from the side of the road. She sniffs my shoes and then moves higher and sniffs my jeans. Her tail wags slightly before she brushes her side against me and looks up at me, her tail still wagging, tongue hanging out of her mouth now.

Verena chuckles, “She wants you to pet her.”

I bend down and pet her winter white coat. It’s the complete opposite of Flame’s short-haired pelage. “Hey there, beauty. Let’s go home, yeah?” She wags her tail in response and Verena stands.

She faces Liz and thanks her for her time. Five minutes later, we’re packed into the car and getting back on the road.

32

VERENA

How doI thank him properly? Never in a million years would Leo have offered to bring Mística home.I mean, I do have a few things in mind that I know he’d like.

A lightbulb goes off, and just like that, I know the perfect way to show him my genuine appreciation for his heart. “I figured maybe we could take them to your place for a little while. There’s another place I’d like to take you but it’s not exactly the best place for dogs, let alone the two most stereotyped dogs.” Grimm says with a shrug. “Is that cool?”

My spine stiffens in my chair. This trip has been fucking phenomenal. It’s felt like an endless dream and I’m not ready for reality to seep back in just yet. I can’t go back home. I can’t see my parents. Grimm notices my hesitation. He’s looking my way with one eyebrow arched because he knows there are thoughts reeling through my mind and I won’t share a single one unless he asks. I swallow and smile, “I don’t think my parents would want two dogs running a muck in their pristine palace.”

He nods, “Understandable. Good thing they aren’t home.”

My head snaps to face him as I question, “How do you know that?”

Grimm throws his head back with a chuckle and his dimple makes an appearance, “Elijah Denissova. The kid is good at what he does. Weaseled his way into your parents’ emails and found that they’re both away on separate business trips. Your mom left last night for New York and your dad left this morning for Illinois.”

My heart rate amps up just thinking about all the digging and planning he did for this trip.Sneaky little sucker.

With my mind at ease that my parents won’t be home anytime soon, I agree to leave the dogs at the house while Grimm takes me on whatever exciting excursions he has planned.

We pullup to the large white mansion, the neutral colored rocks and white siding sit perfectly in place, not a dent or scratch in sight. The lawn is greener than the bud we’ve got stored in the middle console and my favorite part, the driveway is empty.

I sigh, feeling relieved I won’t be running into them during our trip.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I exit the car, and open the backdoor to collect the dogs. We all head inside and I bring the girls out to the backyard. I set up their things in my bedroom and meet Grimm at the bottom of the stairs. He’s staring out the back window that faces the yard. The dogs are running circles around each other, tails wagging, tongues hanging out of their mouths. They certainly enjoy each other’s company and I know his heart is just as happy as mine.

I wrap my arms around his waist and press my face into his chest. “Thank you so much for this. Thank you so much for bringing back a piece of me I thought was gone forever.”

His arms envelop me and squeeze. “The world is yours, baby. I’m just doing my due diligence by giving it to you.” Kissing the crown of my head, he backs away and lets the dogs inside. We bring them up to my room and put out food and water for them before closing the door and heading back downstairs.

We’re walking towards the front door when I hear the beep of a car being locked outside. My head whips to Grimm, just steps behind me. I grab his shirt and pull him into a hall closet, placing a finger over my mouth to signal him to be quiet.

I hear my father’s voice, but can’t make out his muffled words. My eyes widen. We haven’t been within arms distance of each other in almost two years. Now I’ve got this six-foot-tall monster hiding in one of his coat closets and two small fucking horses in my bedroom. Grimm looks at me, a smug grin on his face.What the fuck are you up to now?

Placing his hands on my waist, he brings us face-to-face. He kisses my nose and pecks my lips, moving to my ear and whispering, “I’ll be quiet. Will you be?”

Just as I’m about to ask him to clarify, his hand slips into the front of my leggings and he cups my center. I gasp and he puts his finger over his lips, that smug grin still holding on tight. “What’s wrong? I thought you said we needed to be quiet?” He whispers, his thumb circling my clit.

My head falls back at his touch. His calloused hands have a way of making me feel like the most precious artifact in the world. He slips a finger into me, and then another, and one more. I groan and Grimm’s free hand flies over my mouth as I begin rocking back and forth against his hand.

Whimpers fall from my lips as he pumps his fingers in and out. Just as I’m about to reach my climax, Grimm leans downnext to my ear again. “You want me to stop so we can focus on being quiet? Seems like you’re having a hard time there, pretty lady. I, on the other hand, can behave like a good boy whenever you need me to.” His voice ignites the bomb that’s building in my core and I detonate, my release spilling over his fingers. After removing his hand, he shoves his fingers in his mouth and savors every drop.

In a lust-filled haze, I drop to my knees and undo his belt and pants. Gripping the material, I pull it down, his underwear coming down with it, and let his cock spring free. Already hard and thick for me, there’s a bead of precum at the tip and I swipe it with my tongue. Grimm shudders and moans at my touch. “Shhh,” I whisper before taking him fully into my mouth.

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