Page 73 of Wicked Little Game
Samuel groans as my pussy clenches around his cock, dragging my focus back to him.
“Sorry for ruining your dress,” he says as he presses a kiss to my exposed chest. He carries me out of the office and up the stairs until we reach my bathroom. Only when we’re standing in my shower, he lets me down, his cock sliding out of me.
“It was new, by the way,” I say as he pulls the half-torn piece of clothing off of me.
“And it looked wonderful on you, darling. Too pretty, I just had to rip it off,” he says as he turns the shower on and gets out of his own clothes.
He steps into the shower right behind me, his huge body pressed flush against mine. It feels good, better than it should. But I’m afraid I’m already in too deep.
I can’t even look at him and it’s not because I’m afraid that I’ll get shampoo in my eyes if I do.
There’s too much going on in my head, the nagging voice that asks why he really was in my father’s office so horribly loud that not even the sounds of the shower can drown it out.
The problem isn’t someone invading his privacy, but that too many things about Samuel’s behavior just don’t add up.
There’s still the possibility that somebody who has a problem with my father sent him here, but wouldn’t he, I don’t know, have abducted or killed me by now?
Like I said, it doesn’t add up.
Nonetheless, I decide to let the topic rest for now. Being naked in the shower after getting half of your soul fucked out of you isn’t the right place or the right time for a discussion like this.
Deep down, I know that there isn’t a right time to talk about this at all.
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SAMUEL
Ruby’s body feels so good pressed against mine in the shower and I could really slap myself for holding this off for so long.
She’s weirdly quiet though, as if she’s lost in her own thoughts. She doesn’t notice it as I steal her shampoo for a second, doesn’t speak a lot, and just smiles at me softly as I wrap her up in a towel.
I don’t leave her side for the rest of the day, keep her as close to me as possible and it’s not only because I want to have an eye on her in case she warns her father.
I even make her a fruit platter or try to make her one, since I’m allowed to use knives in the kitchen, just nothing that could start a fire. In the end, it’s a bowl with strawberries, pineapple, and a few grapes, but she looks happy as I hand it to her.
From time to time she looks at me as if she wants to say something, but quickly draws her focus back to the TV again. She’s completely snuggled up in my lap and it gets too warm under her blanket, but I don’t want to complain.
Just when I accept my fate of being cooked alive by her body heat, my phone lights up on the coffee table.
Ruby asked me about the two phones a few days ago and I told her that one is for family stuff to keep her from asking more questions and to allow me to carry it around openly.
I am way too careless around her. As if my subconsciousness wants her to find out. No matter how she’ll react, I’m at a point where everything feels better than keeping this act up.
“Where are you going?,” she asks as I grab my vibrating phone and walk out onto the patio. She doesn’t follow me, though. Too comfy and too tired, probably.
“My grandma, I’ll be back in a second,” I lie as I rush outside, closing the patio door behind me. She shrugs her shoulders, mouthing, “Greet her from me.” I swallow thickly as I pick up Logan’s call.
It’s usually Max who calls, or Rockwell, if it’s something important, so seeing his number on the screen is enough to worry me.
“How’s life as a trophy husband?” Logan asks as I pick up the phone.
“Hello to you too,” I say. “What do you need? I know you don’t call for fun.”
“Captain’s been asking questions, Sam. Max doesn’t have the balls to tell you, but I thought I should let you know. Things have been—hectic lately. It’s better if you give Rockwell something to work with soon.”
I walk over to the loungers, knowing that I had left a pack of cigarettes over there a few days ago. With a sigh, I light one up and take a deep drag to calm my nerves down.
Ruby even started placing ashtrays out here for me. She’s so fucking thoughtful and I wish she would have just stayed the Ruby from the first night throughout all of this.
