Page 40 of Cunning Lies
I swipe my arm around Vi. There’s some sort of weird vibe coming off of Jay, like he sees her asmorethan a niece—like a piece of meat he can barter with—and I want to shield her from his eyes. I grip tighter around her, making sure he knows that she’s mine.
“We’re heading out,” I say. I give him a charming smile. “Stay as long as you like, pops.”
“Heh. I like the sound of that,” Jay says sheepishly. My jaw clenches as he gives her a hug. “Glad you’re doing okay, sweetheart. See you soon.”
“Bye,” she says.
Before they can say anything more, I drag her to the elevators. My fingers tap my sides as the floor numbers climb to the top.
“Where are we going?” Vi asks. “Another penthouse?”
I want to make up some sly line about what’s waiting for her. Instead, I let the silence ruminate between us. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, knowing thatsomethingis coming. Blood surges to my groin as she steadies her breathing. She’s calming herself; I like that.
I check in with the concierge up at the top, then lead us to one of the VIP suites at the end of the hallway, the ones we save for the big celebrities and high rollers. There are windows on the Strip-facing walls, and a chandelier hanging above the dining table. A fireplace is next to a cozy couch that you can sink inside of and fall into a deep, deep sleep. When insomnia hits,thatcouch is always where I break the cycle.
But that’s not why we’re here.
At the end of the hallway, I unlock a door. Inside, every surface is covered with mirrors, even the floor. Usually, there’s a bed in the middle so that the guests can watch themselves while they fuck, but I called ahead and had it taken out. Right now, the only thing inside of the room is a metal folding chair with a mirror glued to the seat.
It’s my fun house.
“What is this?” Vi asks. Her voice is airy and high-pitched; it’s getting harder for her to stay calm. I guide her until she sits on that chair.
“Let’s play a game,” I say. I grab some rope from the corner of the room. It’s balled in the shape of a ring, and I toss it from hand to hand. She’s nervous, and that’s a good sign. Vi is smart. A liar, maybe. But liars usually are smart.
And that lying ends today.
“Okay,” she says hesitantly.
“A get-to-know-you game,” I clarify. “I’m going to tie you to this chair. If you’re a good girl and you tell me the truth, I’ll let you come.”
Her lips and thighs part for a second, and those words swim inside of her already filthy thoughts. I lick my lips, blood rushing to my cock, but then she stiffens, coming back to her senses. She’s not supposed to be a dirty girl like this, but my wife can’t help herself.
“You’re forward, aren’t you?” she quips. A flash of amusement courses through me.
“I showed you the kind of man I am the first night we met,” I say. “Is there any reason to be subtle?”
Her forehead wrinkles. I crouch down before her, our eyes meeting at the same level. Her blue eyes, like raw, unpolished sapphires, sparkle, and my stomach drops. She haunts me, and I don’t know why. Why did she pretend to be a virgin? What does she want from me? And how do I get to her to trust me and stop pretending to be someone else?
“If you lie to me,” I say slowly, “then there will only be pain.”
Her eyelids flutter. “But if I win this game,” she says, biting her bottom lip, “by telling the truth, thenyouhave to tell me the truth too. Anything I ask.”
My temperature spikes. I like a girl who can hunt for what she’s after.
“Deal,” I say. We shake hands, more like business partners than husband and wife, but I like it. It’s real. I tie her ankles to the chair, and her chest rises and falls, anticipation simmering under her skin. It takes everything I have to stay focused, to not give in and fuck her on the floor, but I stay emotionally distant. I tie her wrists behind her back, then use the length of the rope under her breasts, putting them on a pedestal for me. Fuck me—with that fancy blouse, skirt, and all of that rope, she’s a damsel in distress. A helpless goddess in human flesh. Perfect blue eyes. Heavy breasts. The skin on her neck is that shameful shade of red.
I get the feeling Viwantsto be in distress.
My mind wages battle: desire and integrity battle for dominance, but I need this. I need to know her truth before she betrays me or my family, and I’m forced to kill her.
As the final preparation, I kneel and move the skirt to the side. Then I cut off her underwear, letting the blade tease her skin, leaving faint white lines on her pussy lips. She gasps, and I chuckle. The tattered remnants hang around her hips. I stand back up and convince myself that I don’t need to eat her pussy right now. It’s killing me to restrain myself, butthisis important. Her uncle brought her to me, and I need to know why she’s lying for him.
The Endo-kai comes before everything else. Even her.
“Have you had sex before?” I ask.
“You made sure I had last night,” she says. The smart ass smile on her face makes me burn. I want to smack that look off of her just to see what she’d do. Instead, I lick my lips, beaming down at her until she’s finally uncomfortable, and that smug attitude drops.
