Page 16 of The Devil After Dark
Every night?Cassio just said he was hereevery night. I didn’t see him every night … which meant some nights he didn’t wake me. My mind raced. How many times had he been here and I had no idea. “Why?”
“Because I can’t get enough of you,” he said as his thumb skimmed across my lower lip.
Something in that admission made me wildly turned on. There was just something about having someone completely obsessed with me that lit a fire in my core. I let my hands reach down and started to slowly undo his belt. I wasn’t sure if he would let me take the lead or if he would stop me. He only groaned and adjusted so that I had better access to undo his pants and slide my hand in to grasp his hard cock. Holy fuck. He was huge and hard and the skin on his dick was so soft. My eyes searched over his masked face, hoping I could see something or read his response. Of course there was nothing I could read through the mesh covering his eyes and the almost brutal paint on the mask. I carefully lifted a hand to the edge of his mask and his hand caught my wrist. “Leave it,” he breathed. I pulled my hand back slowly and changed my focus to exploring every inch of his cock. I guess he had a mask kink.
His head tilted back slightly as I ran my hand along the length of him. His hands dropped to my legs then slid up towards my center.A moment later they jerked and I heard a ripping noise as he tore right through my tights. I gasped as he tore them further. Then one hand expertly hooked into my panties while the other moved to cup the back of my neck. His grasp was desperate and my touch was becoming desperate too. His hand rubbed over me, pressing the thin fabric of my panties against my clit and causing my muscles to tighten at the pleasure it sent through me. Then he tugged my panties to the side. I raised up and moved so his cock was beneath me and I guided him to my entrance. His tip slipped over me. “Baby girl,” Cassio gasped then let out a low growl. “You are soaking wet and I’ve barely touched you.”
I pressed myself down and let his tip inch into me. I gasped at the feeling. It was amazing. I needed more. I needed him. I pressed myself further down and was only encouraged by his groan. I grabbed onto his shoulders as his hand slipped to my hip and he thrust up into me. I had zero thoughts in my head besides how absolutely amazing this felt. I slowly began fucking him, rocking my hips and allowing him to slide out inches before I buried him inside me again.
“My little slut,” he gasped and grabbed onto me, lifting me into the air before my back landed on my couch. My hands slipped off him as he grabbed my legs, pushing them up towards my head and to the side as he began pounding into me.
I could not help my cries of pleasure as Cassio absolutely destroyed me. One hand held my legs while his other pushed my head back into the couch with his hand on my jaw. One of his gloved fingers forced its way between my lips and I bit down on it. I was so close to cumming for him. Then he groaned as he spilled into me. I could feel the warmth and wetness dripping out of me as he slowed his thrusts. But he left me on the edge of my own climax. His hand pulled back from my face and his other released my legs, guiding them gently down as he slid out of me and braced himself above me. I just stared into his mask-covered face as he gathered himself.
After a few moments, Cassio tucked himself back into his pantsand stood up. “You can stay,” I offered. Gods that was the first thing I was going to say? Even after I hadn’t finished I was inviting him to stay? I hated how he always just left, but that was just pathetic.
“No, I can’t,” he said thickly. Then without another word he left me on the couch, his cum dripping out of me. He just left. He had thrown me on the couch and fucked me until his own quick release and then walked out.
I choked back a small sob and curled up into a small ball, hugging my arms around myself. This had not felt like the other times he had just left. It was like he didn’t really care, when normally his only focus was on me. Maybe that was all this was—a tease to get to the point where he could fuck me and then he was done. Maybe he didn’t like fucking me. What the hell did all this mean for work? Would he fire us because he didn’t like me? I choked back a sob of embarrassment and pulled my underwear back into place. Then I hurried to the bathroom. I needed to wash tonight off myself—to wash the shame and Cassio off myself.
nineteen
CASSIO
“You fucked her?”I screamed across the room at my double. Remington’s orders were that he could play a little, tease and taste even, but when I was busy and could not go to Liana’s, he was supposed to remind her I was always there. Fucking her was off the table and I had just watched him pound her into the couch like she was some whore. She hadn’t even orgasmed and he just left her lying there with her clothes torn.
“She is the one who whipped my dick out,” Remington retorted with his hands raised. I was seeing red and was seriously considering using the knife in my hand to remove the ability for Remington to ever fuck again.
“You fucked my woman, Remington,” I growled at him. I could see he knew he crossed the line, but he also was not looking sorry enough. “Do you want me to start with your dick or your balls?” I asked as I held up the knife.
“Cassio. What would you have done?” Remington asked, tilting up his chin at me in challenge. “She thinks I am you. She thinks shepulled your dick out and what would you have done? You would have fucked her. So you’re welcome.”
I slammed the knife tip into my desk. “Remington, if you weren’t so good at your other job, I would kill you right now. Keep your dick out of my woman or Iwillkill you.”
“She can’t even tell the difference. No one can ever tell the difference,” Remington said as he sat on one of the leather chairs, leaning back in a way that told me he was way too comfortable for what he had just done. “I bet if we both were there fucking her, she would think there were two of you and still would not be able to tell the difference.”
I glared at him. It wouldn’t be the first time we’d fucked the same woman at the same time, but this was completely different. “She would be able to tell,” I said through my teeth. In reality, I had no idea if she would be able to tell. I certainly was not going to tell her that there was another man in our relationship without her consent. And yes, “relationship” was probably a strong word for me stalking her and watching her and breaking into her condo for playtime. But what was I supposed to do? I didn’t want to put her in more danger and sending Remington to have a presence at her home when I could not be there gave me a little more sense of security—until tonight.
Remington’s entire job revolved around no one being able to tell the difference between us—sometimes I needed to be somewhere I could not be. That is when Remington stepped in. Our faces were not a perfect match, but everywhere I sent him he was masked and gloved. The drug gangs had adopted the whole mask and glove idea for meetings as a way to cover identities. It actually worked really well in my favor. Remington had even nailed my voice perfectly enough that when the police used their fancy voice identification technology, I was the one who popped up. It had worked for nearly fifteen years and he was indispensable. “Get the fuck out of here,” I snapped. He was indispensable until he fucked Liana and now I might actually kill him if I had to look at him again tonight.
I watched Liana on the cameras I had placed throughout her home. She had been jumpy ever since the shooting, but today she just looked … sad. She had stayed home to work, which I loved the most because I got to see her expressions as she reacted to her emails and calls. She was more reserved at work, but at home I could see how she really felt about some of the dumb emails she got—and yes, I was reading most of those too. Today she was not making those cute faces and eye rolls at her computer though. She had a sweater wrapped around her shoulders and was practically hugging herself at the same time.
Remington had pounded her into the furniture and then bounced. I would have never left so quickly after that. I would have ensured she had finished multiple times. What Remington did sent the wrong message. It sent the message that she was disposable and nothing was further from the truth. Thankfully, Remington knew to keep his distance today. I was not sure what I would do when I saw him again. Of course I needed him, but this had crossed a line. My phone pinged with the reminder that I had to get going for my next meeting. I had businesses to run.
twenty
LIANA
I could not stop thinkingabout Cassio all day. He had just fucked me and left. At the time I thought things were going great, but when he left? I had never felt so ashamed of myself. Apparently I had just been a hole for him. Maybe it was just some sick game of his to fuck me and then he was gone. With the shame I felt I wished he would just be gone. I wished he would also fire us—the thought of having to work for him made me want to cry. How was I supposed to face him afterthathappened? He would never take me seriously and I would only be thinking about how he had just walked out.
Thea and I were supposed to meet tonight to scope out a club as market research for one of our clients who wanted to open his own nightclub. I had argued for days with Roger about putting me on this project. Nightclubs were not my thing and everyone knew it. But, the boss had insisted I would bring an unbiased opinion to the table and thus a club night out was on the calendar.
I had worked comfortably from home and all of my conferencecalls had gone fine. My email inbox was at zero and I was now staring at the skimpy dress that hung from my closet door. Thea had convinced me I should wear this particular dress tonight. She was someone who frequented the city clubs and had talked me into the fact that she probably knew best what to wear. I was at least going to play the part if we were actually doing this thing. I slipped into the dress and checked the time on my phone. It was time to leave if I wanted to catch the bus.
The bus had been nearly empty and the train had been quiet too. As I emerged from the underground station my phone buzzed. It was Thea:
I’m SO sorry. I have to bail tonight. I promise to make it up to you.
I stared down at my phone. Fuck. I looked up at the club. Based on my research, The Devil After Dark was apparently one of the hottest clubs in the city. It snaked underground and had different cave-like rooms that played different music in each. It was also rumored to have a not so secret exclusive club reserved for the wealthiest patrons—and you needed an invitation to enter. I was right here. I could at least make a quick lap of the place before going home. Then I would never have to come back.
