Page 70 of Cunning Lies
Niko directs Dice. “You’re on Jay,” he says. “I don’t care how many people you put on him, but he doesn’t leave our sight. We need to know what he’s up to. When he sleeps. Who he calls. Whenever he takes a piss.” Dice nods, and Niko turns to me. “Can you handle your wife, Kenzo-chan?”
The derogatory nature of his nickname—calling me ‘little Kenzo,’ like I’m a cutesy child—isn’t lost on me. Niko is a self-important dick at times, but maybe I deserve it. I’ve always had a hunch about Vi, but I never said anything. Not since the first time I met Jay.
It seemed so unimportant then. It was just a game. Nothing more.
“I’ll take care of her,” I say.
Tomo nods, satisfied with my answer. “Let’s get out of here, then.”
The owner of the restaurant bows incessantly to Tomo and Gracie as we make our exit. An anxious tension buzzes through me. I have to make a change with Vi, andsoon.I can’t keep letting her control me like this, especially when it comes to family.
My family.Vi is not my family. Not like that. She probably only married me so that she can go after us.
I should kill her now.
But I arrive at the Chandelier and see her in that creamy dress. My nerves instantly drop. It’s the same dress as before, but Vi’s cheeks are red, like she just returned from that pleasurable edge. She’s got to be sensitive as hell after those denied orgasms, and damn it all, my dick is hard knowing that she keeps obeying me.
She may be a trap, but she’s exactly what I want right now. I grab her by the waist and usher her forward.
“You don’t want to get another drink?” she asks.
I ignore her question, guiding her to the valet. My dick throbs and it’s impossible to keep it hidden, but at this point, I don’t have any fucks to give.
I briefly consider my options. We can rent a suite here at the Cosmo for the night, but that requires talking to a receptionist, waiting to see what they have available, and making sure that they have the best for my wife.
And I can’t wait any longer.
The valet brings my Challenger up to the front. We get inside, but as soon as I find an empty corner of the parking garage, I park, then get out, folding down the front seat so that we can get into the back.
Vi raises a brow at me. “What are we—”
“Get back here,” I command.
She gawks, so I get up and pull her from the front seat, moving her around to my side of the car and pushing her into the back. She crawls across the leather on her hands and knees until she’s completely inside, cramped up and on all fours, and I scoot in after her. I unzip my pants, my head hitting the top of the car, my mouth salivating as I behold her. Her body tightens like a masterpiece, and I lift her dress, bending her down until her face is against the leather. I pull the thong to the side of her pussy lips, exposing that beautiful, hairy cunt. I run my fingers over her, groaning when she drenches my fingertips.
“Have you been a good little slut for me?” I ask. It’s a rhetorical question; I don’t give a fuck if she has or hasn’t. My dick is going to be inside of her as soon as she answers.
“Kenzo,” she whimpers. “Someone will see us.”
“Let them see who owns your cunt.”
I slam my cock into her pussy and she cries out. My palm smacks her ass with each thrust, her pale skin a bright pink, her pussy walls clenching against me with each spike of pain. She’s such a little whiner—complaining about getting caught—but she loves it. Getting caught like a little whore.
My little whore.
I thrust my dick inside of her until tears roll down her cheeks, my curved dick hitting her cervix. It must hurt like a bitch, but I want her to feel me. I want her to know who owns her. Because right now,thisis what I need: to fuck these emotions out of my body so that I can think straight. So that I can see her for who she really is.Not my wife.
But those thoughts fade, and all that’s left is her.Vi.My slutty little wife, who makes me so crazy I’m fucking her in the back of my car like a goddamn teenager.
“Did you touch yourself whenever you got worried tonight?” I ask, my voice husky in sexual frustration. “Tell me.”
“I did,” she moans. “I touched myself for you, Kenzo.”
“Good girl.”
I reach around her hips and flick her beaded clit in circles, and she immediately comes around my dick, choking my shaft like she’s determined to squeeze the blood out of me. I fuck her harder, hammering into her until the pleasure takes hold of me too. I pull out, coming on the back of her dress.
She goes to straighten herself, but I guide her until she’s sitting and facing me. All spread out, like a dirty slut. Her wet pussy shines against the leather, drenched in her come. I contort myself in the back seat until I’m as close as I can get to her pussy, then I lick her sopping lips, shifting her until I can taste her ass, cleaning her off with my tongue. She tastes sweet and tangy, like an orange candy, and I can’t get enough. She shivers with delight.
