Page 80 of Filthy Little Regrets

“You know what I want,” I murmur, reaching for him again.

He pins my hand above my head, tsking. “You think I’m going to fuck you after you defied me?”

I narrow my eyes. “I stayed in your bed.”

“But you also didn’t,” he says, finally dropping his hips to meet mine. Even with the material separating us, his cock is warm and...pierced.

My eyes widen. Holy shit, Mace has a Jacob’s ladder.

He rocks against me a few times, then sighs. “Naughty girls don’t get to fuck.”

I huff. “You’re only hurting yourself.”

Blue balls suck. Surely he’s only teasing.

“No,” he says, rubbing his length against me. “I can wait.” He grinds down, and my pussy lips part around his length. “You want me to fuck you?”

I nod.

“Then you stay in my bed. Every night. No exception.” He flexes his fingers on my neck. “Will you be a good wife and listen?”

“You know what? I kind of hate you,” I rasp.

He lifts an eyebrow. “But you want me to fuck you?”

I cross my arms, full on pouting. He smirks, kisses me again, and climbs off the bed, adjusting himself and walking into the bathroom. The door snaps closed. Irritation slithers through me.

He’s so annoying.

twenty-three

CASSIA

One shouldn’t be mad that they get to come every morning. One shouldn’t be irritated that the man she lives with loves to go down on her, to eat her out until she’s whimpering. One should be appreciative.

Right?

Well, I’m not. I’m fucking pissed. He said if I listened, that I’d be rewarded. Orgasms aside, the withholding of sex feels like a punishment, and I’m starting to consider going back to the other bedroom. Mace’s only saving grace is that he has no qualms about burying his face between my legs.

It’s been a week of this. Seven days of waking in his bed, him teasing and building me up. Eating me out, and then? Nothing. I’m surprised his dick hasn’t fallen off.

Huffing, I glare at the bathroom door he disappeared behind, as he does every morning. My muscles are still liquid from this morning’s torture session, but I manage to roll over and get out of bed.

Today is the day this stops. I march to the bathroom,push the door open. The shower is running, the music system blaring. The primary bathroom is huge. The shower is its own little oasis, hidden behind a tiled wall. I take a step toward it. Something flashes on the counter, and I pause, catching sight of his phone.

Unlocked. Vulnerable.

My throat goes dry. Holy shit.

This is it. My eyes fly to the shower entrance, but the water is going strong. I tiptoe to the phone, quickly navigate to the settings, and add my phone number to the text message app. It’s an easy way to spy on him. With that done, I head to a site I set up a while ago, click the bad link, and chew on my lip, waiting to see if his security app on his phone will catch the spyware before it’s done installing. Pixels spread across the screen.

Okay, here we go.

This is the true test. My success with bypassing Rex Technologies security systems is hit or miss, but I spent weeks perfecting this. I tested it on my own phone. It should work.

The shower turns off.

I almost drop the phone, but set it on the counter and move in front of it, crossing my arms right as Mace steps onto the bathmat. Fully naked.

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