Page 30 of Master of Lies

I slid my fingers inside her while I tenderly caressed the bud of her clit with my thumb. I was so turned on, I could hardly breathe. She was exquisitely wet, shivers of excitement wracking her beautiful body. Turned on…for me.

No. For James. Not for me. Remember that, dick-for-brains.

I couldn’t do that, not while staring into her eyes. In this raw, torn-open state, I couldn’t keep up the role of the monster she wanted to save.

I got up off the bed, shoving down my pants, quickly sheathing my dick with latex. I made a brusque gesture. “Turn around,” I said curtly. “Hands and knees.”

Her eyelashes fluttered with doubt, but she turned, looking over her shoulder as she leaned forward on her elbows. She arched her back, parting her legs wider.

This was a mistake. I had thought it was her eyes that would melt me down, but her ass in the air, thighs open, that shadowy pink pussy luring me…if I even manage to stay conscious, it’ll be a victory. I gripped her ass cheeks, caressing her slick, yielding pussy lips with my cockhead. Getting it good and wet as I nudged inside.

Pleasure wrenched a groan from me as I slid into her. So good. I could never get enough. Clinging and sweet. It made me want to lose the latex. Skin on skin. Fuck her with my naked cock, feeling everything. The heat, the wet. Then fill her with my come.

Whoa. Walk it back, bozo. None of that shit. Not going there.

I focus on sliding deep inside her, gripping her hips. Watching my dick slide out, gleaming with her balm, with the bleak realization that it didn’t make any difference, fucking her from behind. The sense of intense intimacy still burned me. I reached around to cup her mound, catching her clit between my fingers. Squeezing it as I fucked her, seeking the perfect angle, the perfect stroke.

She was primed, and it didn’t take long. In just a few moments, she went rigid. Wailing as her climax wrenched through her. Squeezing and milking my dick and pulling me after her. The whole universe exploding along with me as I came.

I found myself collapsed over her afterward. Crushing her into the crumpled blankets. Glued to her with sweat. Both of us panting. Trembling violently.

I was pissed. Of all things, I was angry. At her, for being so goddamn vulnerable, so stupid and unguarded. And at me for taking advantage of it. How could she let a convict, an escaped murderer, take her to a shack in the woods, strip her naked and fuck her brains out? She must have a death wish. And it bothered the living fuck out of me that she was so unprotected. Not just from me. From everyone.

Someone should be taking care of this girl. Someone should save her from herself. But it couldn’t be me. I was triple booked. Useless to her, except as a dangerous reinforcement of all her worst self-destructive instincts. And it just drove…me…nuts.

I went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, came back and yanked on my jeans. Sandee was still curled up on the bed, starry eyed and rosy and tousled.

She sat up, frowning in puzzlement. “You look mad.”

“Yeah,” I blurted. “You shouldn’t do this.”

“Do what?”

I shook my head angrily, wishing I hadn’t opened my mouth. This bullshit was not in character for James Craig the asshole. “Let yourself be used,” I said. “Opening your legs for a no-good thug bastard like me. Begging for it. For fuck’s sake.”

Sandee’s mouth dropped open in outrage. She slid off the bed, jumping to her feet. Magnificent and unselfconscious in her nakedness.

“I thought you liked it!” she said sharply. “It’s just bullshit sex talk, you sanctimonious dickhead! What’s wrong with it, if we both like it?”

I shook my head. I didn’t know how to put it into words. How dangerous it was to her. How it left her wide open to be used.

“Fuck you,” she said, eyes ablaze. “You’re a fine one to criticize! Like someone who bitches about the calories in the cheesecake after they’ve already eaten the whole thing! Don’t be a hypocrite, James. You ate it. You liked it. You can’t say you didn’t.”

“You’re giving your power away,” I said.

“Well, there’s plenty more power where that came from.” She marched past me, chin up, tits out, flushed a hot red. “Get out of my way. I’m going to wash up.”

She was a long time in the bathroom. Long enough to for me to contemplate my sins, and feel like shit for being hypocritical. Also to ponder how different she seemed when she got really pissed at me. She got suddenly sharper, deeper. She used a different tone, different words. Of course, I’d already gleaned from her letters that she was a lot smarter than she let on. She’d probably learned how to play dumb to survive.

Sandee was right about me gobbling up the goddamn cheesecake. Why criticize her for letting me take advantage when I couldn’t hold back myself? That was unfair.

I didn’t have time to stress about this. I had to get rid of this girl before she took me down. Find a safe place for her that wasn’t right in my face. Or riding my dick.

She finally emerged, and went straight to the T-shirt I’d given her before, pulling it on. She looked around the room as if she was searching for some other place to be.

“Get into the bed,” I said.

“I’d rather take the cot.” Her voice was haughty and distant.

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