Page 104 of The Stranger
“You’re the one who claims—despite your age—to have stamina in spades, Mr Prescott.”
“You just earned yourself another spanking for that comment.”
I beam up at him. “Goody, I can’t wait.”
He leans in to rest his forehead against mine. “Jesus, Delilah, what am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me, I hope. You can save the spanking until we get home.”
He growls as he tears off a condom, unzips his trousers, and sheaths himself to the hilt. When he lifts me again, he uses his upper body to hold me to the wall as he delves back under my dress to push my underwear to the side.
“Buckle up, princess,” he says as he runs the head of his dick through my slick heat, coating himself. “I’m about to rock your world.”
“Now who’s getting ahead of themselves?”
“I’ve just added another spanking to the list.”
“I was hoping—” a long, drawn-out moan cuts my words off as I’m impaled in the best possible way.
Spencer made sure we were both put back together before we discreetly exited the janitor’s closet like two thieves in the night. He stole one last kiss from me beforeheading into the men’s restroom, while I made my way towards the ladies.
“If you get out before me, wait right here,”were his parting orders.
The last person I expected to see when I exited a few minutes later was my sister. The moment she saw me, she stormed in my direction.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” she declares, grasping my arm and proceeding to drag me further down the corridor towards the exit. “I need a word.”
I try to dig my heels in to stop her from advancing us any further, but it’s fruitless since the floor under my feet is tiled. “If you are planning on killing me and doing away with my body, just know Spencer will come looking for me as soon as he realises I’m missing.”
She turns her head to look at me and rolls her eyes. “You are such a drama llama, Delilah. I’m not going to kill you; I just want to ask you a few questions.”
“If it’s about my and Spencer’s relationship, I have nothing to say … it’s none of your business.”
Does she know what we just got up to in the closet?
“It has nothing to do with your fake relationship … and yes, Mum told me it was all a sham.”
Ugh, of course, she did. “I told her my original post was fake, but things between us have changed. We’re dating now.”
She lets out a sadistic laugh that is borderline manic. “Poor delusional, Delilah. People like Spencer Prescott don’t date losers, little sis.”
“Why do you find that so hard to believe?”
“Do I seriously need to answer that?”
“You know what?” I snarl, trying to tug my arm from her grip. “I’m not doing this with you.”
“Calm down,” she says, tightening her hold on me. “This will only take a minute.” When we reach the front of the building, she pushes us both through the door and into the frigid night air. Her long catlike claws dig painfully into my arm, and I know they’re going to leave a mark. “What you told me the last time I saw you at the house … about Kayne cheating? Were you telling the truth?”
“Of course I was. I had no reason to lie. I was trying to warn you.”
“You said you have proof.”
“An entire folder full. Including pictures, emails, and texts.”
“Where is it?”
“In my car.”
