Page 53 of Cunning Lies
For a split second, I’m positive he’s going to kill me too, but I push that worry down. I bite my bottom lip, nervously lifting my chin. By the time I see the fire in his eyes, he grabs me by the shoulders, swinging me around until I’m thrown up against the wall. He pushes up my shirt and grasps my breasts like he’s angry at me, but when his tongue swirls in my mouth, I moan. I’m at his mercy, and he can’t stop his desire.
He reaches down into my pajama bottoms and cups my pussy, swirling his finger between my lower lips.
“Goddamn,” he mutters. “You’re already soaked for me.”
I open my mouth but he grabs my hair, wrenching his grip until my neck is taut. His tongue takes a slow, lazy stroll up my neck, and my flesh ripples with goosebumps, heat going straight to my pussy. His leg shoves between my thighs and he guides my hips until there’s only fabric between us.
“Rub yourself off on me,” he commands.
A flash of heat bursts through me, but I obey. I wiggle my hips, letting the fabric create a friction inside of me that vibrates all the way to my cheeks.
“That’s it,” he growls, his words vibrating through me. “You’re going to come like a bitch in heat on my leg. I don’t even have to touch you, do I?”
My cheeks turn red. I can’t bring myself to admit that he’s right, but my primal response says it all.
“Your cousin said you’re a little slut,” he says, “but you know what I think? I think you’re a demon. I don’t know what kind of power you have over me, but I haveneverbeen so fucking obsessed that I killed a man for something he did in the past.”
Fire rages through me, fear worming its way into my brain.Patrick.He hurt Patrick. For me. Because Patrick raped me.
He just said he killed someone!my mind screams.Run! Run now! Before he kills Uncle Jay too!
But desire burns brighter, hotter,faster.My mind melts into nothingness, my heart winning control of me as Kenzo’s hands roam my body.
He killed Patrick to protect me.
He grips my hips, bringing me down harder on his leg. His muscles tense against my pussy, and his bulge thickens in his pants.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he says. My mouth drops open and a deep growl rips through his body. Chills cover my skin. “Don’t you dare stop,” he growls. “Get yourself off.”
I ride his thigh, my pants and underwear chafing against my sensitive skin, but the more I do it, the better it feels. He rubs his length through his trousers, his eyes set on mine, and a heaviness stirs between us. His mouth stays open, his deep brown eyes locked on mine, and he grabs my throat, giving me enough pressure that my hips drive forward, going harder and faster, until a climax surges through me and I convulse. He laughs, and before I can do anything, he’s pulled off my clothes and he’s naked too, shoving me against the open window of his penthouse. With his belt in his hand, he spins me around, then smacks it against my ass and my back in such quick succession that I lose my breath. The pain shoots through me.
“Imagine how many people are going to see you from this view,” he murmurs. “A whore in the window. Getting off on being whipped with a belt.” The leather smacks against my ass and I moan.I moan.His thick, curved cock hangs down by his thigh, bouncing each time he lashes me. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. I’m not supposed to like this, but I’m so turned on right now that I can’t think straight. “Do you think they’ll want a taste? Or will they be disgusted by what a slut you are?”
He spins me, making me face him. I open my mouth to retort, but my brain can’t function when Kenzo degrades me like this.
“Spread your legs,” he instructs, and I do as I’m told, barely keeping my feet shoulder length apart. The leather belt smacks against my pussy, heat coursing through me, and I yelp. His dick twitches. Then my eyes are glued to his thick, curved cock, and I salivate. Need drips down my legs but my body is so electric that I don’t care anymore. I just need Kenzo to fuck me.
“Please,” I whine. I can’t even say a full sentence. A smile graces Kenzo’s lips, and I melt, hoping it means he’ll touch me soon.
“You want my dick, baby?” he asks. I nod like a bobble-head. “You want my dick so deep inside of you that you can’t breathe?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“What a filthy slut.”
But Kenzo doesn’t move. My stomach stiffens as he stares, his eyes like a spotlight casting down on me like we’re on a stage in a full house and it’s up to me. Heat mounts between my legs, a tenderness spreading across my pussy lips. Desperation dominates me and I grab myself, humping my hands. I’m slippery, my slit sliding back and forth on my palm.
“You’re so pathetic,” he says. “You need to get off so badly you’re fucking your own hands. What a greedy little cunt.”
He steps closer, leaning down until his mouth is against my ear.
“I bet it’s a conditioned response,” he whispers coarsely. “Any time I walk past, you smell my dick and you get wet for me, don’t you? Gushing like a fucking geyser. My hungry little slut has an empty brain when it comes to getting fucked by me.”
Kenzo licks his lips, and he’s right. My head is empty. All I want is him.
“Hands by your sides,” he commands. “Spread your legs.”
I widen my stance, my hands clutching my upper thighs. I brace myself for the belt, closing my eyes. But nothing happens. I open one eye cautiously.
