Page 78 of Wicked Little Lies

I come, screaming, and I try to roll away, but Jac isn’t done. He lifts his head, shifts his weight. There’s a hiss of a zip, and his pierced cock rubs against me, that hot, thick steel. And then he slams into me hard, stretching me open, the piercing dragging, and I come again. He doesn’t care. He just fucks me, balls to the goddamn wall.

Jac doesn’t take that long. He’s beyond turned on. It’s in the savage lust that vibrates hard through him so much that it bites sweetly into me. He pulls out and sprays me with his come, his cock jerking in his hand, the fingers of his other one digging deep into my thigh.

When he’s done. I expect him to just hand me over, but he doesn’t. The limo stops, and he covers me, shifts, and then the door shuts and there’s silence.

I give a sob.

I can’t help it. It just breaks free.

Jac pulls off the tie and does up my dress. Easing out of his jacket, he drapes it over me, and then he does something even more unexpected. He pulls me to him and kisses me so slow and soft and romantic that I almost lose my shit.

I’m just in overload, and I’m both hot, cold, turned on, and feeling a little violated. The horrible thing there is that I don’t know if I like that feeling.

I still don’t know if someone was there.

The door opens again, and Carlos gets in.

He doesn’t look at me, and I’m still lost about what fucked up game Jac played. Whether Carlos was there and got out and back in again, or…

Another small sob escapes, and Carlos’s gaze is firmly on the seat opposite him.

“You didn’t say your word, MG,” Jac whispers at my ear as he pulls me to the other side of him. “MG?”

“Don’t.”

I need a moment.

Fuck, I need a million moments.

He turns to his man. “Learn anything.”

“Not sure. Did Ms. Rossi get any more photos?”

“One.” That’s all I say, but Jac’s at my bag. He pulls out his phone and then mine.

“I might have some leads on that,” Carlos says. “I’ve been collating a list of old jewels, especially based around the ones on that iPad.”

“Well. Get on with it, Carlos. I’m not paying you for fun and games.”

I don’t know where we are when the limo pulls over and Carlos gets out because I’ve got my eyes shut.

I wait until we start driving again to speak again. “Is that what I am to you? Fun and games?”

“MG, you’re…I don’t know what the fuck you are,” he says, sounding a little lost. “Except mine.”

It’s late when I sneak out of Hendrick’s Millionaire’s Way home.

I didn’t invite Jac up. I just… I need a night without that overload. And while Hendrick would be an oasis of what I need if he was here, he’s not.

And I’ve got things to do.

I ignored Jac’s one call.

Just like I ignored his text.

Are you all right? MG, we were alone, ok? Are you ok? You didn’t use your word. Are you all right?

That text plays through my head. Again.Are you all right?Is this a fucked up Jac way of trying to both apologize and find out if he went too far.

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