Page 5 of House Rules
He thrusts harder, and I am mesmerized by the way the muscles in his back flex and the dimple that appears in his ass as he pushes forward.
My fingers slip beneath the hem of my panties, and the moment I brush my clit?—
God.
A breath escapes me, sharp and involuntary. I slap my hand over my mouth too late.
Con freezes. Not a twitch. Not a breath. Just stillness so complete it cuts through the air like a blade.
My pulse goes nuclear. I jerk my hand away from my body, willing myself to disappear, to become fabric or shadow.
But I know better.
I’ve watched Con long enough to know he doesn’t miss anything.
I have no idea how he heard my gasp over the sounds of her moans, but he freezes. I rip my hand away from my body like that will somehow save me, but it’s too late.
He pulls out of her and walks to the closet. His eyes are full of anger and his jaw is ticking.
I push myself deeper in the closet, even though I know he will find me, anyway. One look at my face, and he will know that I was in his room not to clean but to steal from him. I’ve always been a shit liar.
The second he sees me, my life is over.
He rips open the door and, like a snake striking, his hand darts in and grabs my arm, dragging me into the light. His eyes widen and then narrow again.
His mouth tilts up in a cruel, knowing smile.
I should’ve taken the watch and run when I had the chance.
Instead, I took a chance—and now it’s going to cost me everything.
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Phoenix
“Get out,”Con barks, his gaze never leaving mine. I try to move, but his hand is like a steel bar clamped onto my arm. “Not you.”
“What the hell are you doing in here? You perv!” The girl shrinks, covering herself like we both haven’t already seen it all.
Con doesn’t turn his head, trapping me with his gaze as well as his hand. “I said get the fuck out!”
“But—”
“No. You begged for a shot. I gave you one. You can’t give head, you can’t deep throat, and your pussy is both dry and loose. None of the other Titans are ever going to want to fuck you. All youwill ever be is a waitress. And a piss poor one at that. Get out.”
Neither of us look to see her reaction to his harsh words. I can’t look away from Con’s eyes as he stares down at me. He says nothing until the door closes with a soft click. She mutters something on her way out, but I can’t hear it over the sound of my heartbeat slamming in my ears.
“Now, what do we have here?” he asks. He shifts slightly, brushing against me, and my gaze flickers down to see his cock still hard against his abdomen.
Don’t stare at his cock, Phoenix. Don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook.
“Why are you hiding in my closet, Phoenix? Looking for a do-over?”
“No, I?—”
“You were what? It’s been a long time. You know, since you ripped my heart out and stomped all over it.” He keeps his hand tight on my arm as he propels me backward, into the wall.
My brain scrambles for an excuse amid the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I can’t think. I don’t know what to respond to first. “I’m sorry—I was cleaning. I’m a maid, you know.”
