Page 48 of Mischievous Lies

“Oookay. Ah, I think my friend is calling me over,” he says and then scampers off. I can’t help but grin as the bartender hands me my drink. I triumphantly have a sip as I lean back against the bar. She still won’t look at me.

“Stop glaring at men over my shoulder,” she growls as she takes a sip of her water.

“I was actually looking at your ass.” That does make her turn to face me. Damn, she is so fucking furious that my dick jumps again at the sight. This little vixen has no idea how much hold she has over me. “Lover, what are we even doing here? Let’s go home and talk about this.”

She points her nose up defiantly. Stubborn little wench. Yet, I still find it amusing. “We made a bet.” There’s never a dull moment with this woman.

“Yeah, yeah. Whoever can pick up first,” I say, shrugging my shoulders and surveying the bar properly this time. There are plenty of beautiful women. But none of them will compare toher.“It’s just that I have such an unfair advantage. Maybe we should up the stakes and make it two people.”

“What, you think I haven’t had threesomes?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest.

“I won’t believe it until I’ve seen it for myself,” I challenge.

“Um, excuse me. My girlfriend and I overheard some of your conversation,” a somewhat attractive guy says, pointing out his girlfriend, who waves at us from the closest tall table to the bar. “We have a hotel room with two beds if you two feel like swinging.”

Ivy and I glare at one another. The defiant little shit looks like she’s willing for my head to explode, and a flush of red rises across her chest.

“That’s what this is, isn’t it? Role play?” the man pushes as his girlfriend approaches us.

She holds her hand out to me. “I’m Lucy.”

I don’t like the way the guy looks Ivy up and down, but she’s smiling at him in that flirtatious way that gets her everything she wants.

My jaw tics as I turn back to whatever the fuck her name is. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Where did you say that hotel of yours was?” Ivy bites out.

A few months ago, I would’ve said this situation isn’t surprising. Tonight, I can confirm that it’s not only deflated a particular fantasy for me, but I also don’t like how Ivy touches this guy. But I can’t look away either. The woman in front of me gets down on her knees, undoing my belt. My cock isn’t even interested until Ivy removes her shirt, and her perfect tits bounce free. The other guy is irrelevant to her, as her attention is on me. My cock twitches as the woman begins to stroke my cock, but it’s not herI’m focusing on. It’s a mischievous little liar trying to make a point.

And she will be punished for this.

CHAPTER 29

Ivy

Ican’t stop watching Hawke as he holds the women’s hair and glares at me as they both sit on the bed.

I barely notice the man’s mouth on my pussy as he tries to eat me out. He’s shit at it, but I bite my bottom lip, pretending to enjoy it as I lie on my back and watch the woman work Hawke’s cock with her mouth. I can’t help but smirk with smug satisfaction watching as she tries and fails to take him fully.

I glide my hands up my body and to my tits, and his nostrils flair like a fucking bull. I love how he watches me even when he’s with another woman. The guy’s so bad at licking me that I start fantasizing about Hawke’s tongue instead. Hawke watches me as I pinch my own nipples and moan. I wriggle slightly, and his hips buck, driving his dick into the woman’s throat, making her choke.

His body moves as if it’s mine he was fucking.

I’m so furious with him. When I stepped out of the restaurant to check up on him, I wasn’t expecting to overhear basically my entire plan laid out on a silver platter. He said he hadn’t told them about what happened to me that night, but I was gripped by a sense of anxiety at the thought of them casually talkingabout it. I’m not ashamed of it, but it’s my business. But what really got to me was when he mentioned his dick.

I don’t know when I started getting my wires crossed about us. Maybe it’s because of the comments made about how we look like a couple. Or maybe I started getting too comfortable with him being around, even though I pretend I don’t want him there.

It all felt like a fairy tale, so it was a rude awakening when that bubble was burst.

So, I go back to doing what I do best.

Fucking.

“I hope you last longer this time,” I say to him with a shaky breath, exaggerating the rise and fall of my chest as if I’m actually into this guy between my legs.

He arches an eyebrow and slams his cock into the woman’s throat again. “I pray you actually get off.”

The man between my legs gives him a side glance but immediately thinks better of it when Hawke glares at him as if he’s about to slice his throat. The man swallows hard and focuses on my pussy again. I push him farther down, trying to direct him to hit the right spot or at least come close to it. I need something more, but this isn’t something you can teach a guy overnight.

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