Page 27 of Sinister Legacy
Her black dress, a little too short to be appropriate for a funeral, swishes enticingly around her thighs. “I’m not alone anymore.”
“Hmm.” I take another swig, my gaze sliding down her body. “This is a bad idea.”
“It is,” she agrees, stopping in front of me. “But something about burying my dead friend makes me want to make reckless decisions, you know?”
With the bottle pressed to my lips, I shake my head. “I don’t.”
She drops to her knees and drags a hand up my thigh. The glint in her eye is one I’ve seen before. She’s high, and I find myself wondering who supplied her with drugs.
Because fuck it, I want some too.
“You brought any?”
And like a devil masquerading as an innocent angel, she holds her hand up. There, on her palm, is a white pill.
Without a second thought, I reach for it and place it on my tongue.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip. “You spend all your time with Keira.”
The counter is sticky behind me as I curl my fingers around the edge. Cassie drags her hands up my thigh, squeezing the outline of my hardening cock.
“When did you last fuck her?”
“This morning.”
Her touch never falters, even as a shadow falls over her face. She unzips me, slowly curling her fingers in my waistband.
“Did you like it?”
“Fucking her? Yes.”
She slides down my suit pants, palms my throbbing dick, and leans in to drag her flattened tongue from base to tip before sucking on the crown. Her heavy, lust-filled eyes never leave mine.
Anyone could walk in at any moment. Maybe that’s what makes this so hot.
Maybe Keira would finally give a damn if she walked in and spotted us.
“Yes, that’s it,” I grunt, letting go of the countertop behind me to palm the back of her head. “Suck me just like that.”
Reaching down between her legs, she rubs her clit while jacking me one handed and sucking my dick.
The drugs are taking effect. Everything is a haze as she takes me to the back of her throat.
My head falls back between my shoulders. I release a loud groan and tighten my grip on her long hair.“Jesus, fuck!You sure know how to suck cock…”
When I open my eyes, I’m met with King’s smirk as he leans against the doorframe. His suit is still pristine, not a crease in sight, but he has removed his tie. It hangs around the back of his neck. I’m so fucking gone, drugged up to my eyeballs, that I barely register him walking deeper into the room.
Cassie is just as gone, sucking my dick as if competing for an award.
The slide of a knife leaving the wooden block on the counter cuts through her gagging. King inspects it in the fluorescent light overhead before wetting his lips, his eyes returning to me.
Somewhere deep inside, I know I should push Cassie away. I’m the star quarterback with a spotless reputation to uphold. But my body won’t obey me. Not when I’m about to blow my load down Cassie’s throat. And not when the world is a blurry haze.
King points the knife at me with a cold smile, then slides it back into the wooden block and walks out. But before he leaves, he removes his phone from his pocket, unlocks the screen, and takes a picture.
My head falls back as my heart thuds wildly in my chest. I come, thrusting so viciously I accidentally slip out of Cassie’s mouth and spray my cum over her face.
Ilove secrets.
