Page 122 of Vicious Deception

“I’m not stopping until you come again, princess. Now play with your clit like the good little slut I know you can be.”

Sliding her hands in between us again, she does as I say. I keep my pace even, watching her breasts bounce with every thrust.

“So beautiful,” I murmur. I can feel the pressure building up in my body, so I don’t slow down.

Wren arches her back as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I want to kiss her neck, to suck on it and leave a mark, but if I bend down any farther, she won’t be able to move her fingers. I settle with watching her as she loses herself in the sensations.

“Is this what you wanted all along?” I ask her, my voice tight. “You wanted me to take control of you, pin you to the bed, and fuck you senseless?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Oliver—Oliver, I’m gonna squirt.”

“Let it happen, princess.” I keep pounding into her, waiting until she slaps her hands over her mouth to muffle her cry. I pull out, and she squirts everywhere, screaming into her hands. “Oh, that’s it,” I praise as I rub her clit to push her even higher. “Such a good girl, Wren. Such a good girl.”

“Oliver!” She squirms, panting and whimpering when I don’t move my hand away. “O, I can’t. It’s too—it’s too much!”

I let up, but almost immediately, I slide back into her. “We’re not done yet.” I grab her hands and pin them above her head.

Wren locks her legs around me, pushing me deeper into her. Her moans are sending me closer to the edge, especially when paired with the greedy, satisfied look in her eyes.

“I want you to come inside me,” she whispers. “Come for me, O.”

“Wren,” I groan. I slam my lips to hers and pump into her a few more times before my orgasm finally crashes into me.

Wren whimpers as she feels it, and her legs tighten around my waist. My mind goes completely blank, the feeling of her wrapped around me being the only thing I can process. My body sags against hers as all the tensions floods out of me.

“I love you,” she says softly, peppering my neck and shoulder with kisses.

“Goddamn, princess.” I push myself up onto my elbows just enough that I can kiss her. “I love you, too.”

. . .

When Wren and I make it downstairs, everyone is back from their hike. Benny and Andrew are playing video games in the living room while Rhett and Elliot are talking quietly in the library. They both stop when we come in.

“Hey,” Elliot says, smiling and drawing me into a long hug. “We were wondering if you two went to bed.”

“Sort of did,” Wren replies with a playful look.

Elliot laughs. “That should’ve been my first guess.”

“How did your talk go with Ava?” Rhett asks Wren.

“Good,” she says. “We’re planning on getting together sometime in the next month. She seems to understand that I can’t tell her all the details.”

“I’m glad it went well.” Rhett kisses her on the cheek before turning to me. He purposefully keeps the question out of his expression, but I know he wants to ask.

All day, I’ve been thinking it over. Sitting on the bench waiting for Wren gave me plenty of time, but I didn’t feel closer to an answer until I talked things over with her. I realized I was trying to avoid regret instead of finding closure. All three of them would tell me it’s reasonable. Itisreasonable. But it’s not where my focus should be.

“I’m ready,” I say.

Rhett furrows his brows, and Elliot’s smile morphs into a concerned frown.

“Ready?” Rhett asks.

“To see him.”

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t expecting an answer today. You can take more time.”

“I don’t need more time. I want to see what you’ve reduced him to.”

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