Page 86 of Cunning Lies

“Come for me, you little bitch.”

She shakes against me and I thrust in harder, those slippery, depraved noises filling the room, her musky come mixing with warm sweat, and I’m swarmed by her heat. She gushes against my palm, her breathing ragged, like a wanton cunt. I hold her up, letting her pussy and the muscles lining her ass constrict around me. She’s so hot like this, completely vulnerable and undone, and I know that if I asked her right now, she’d probably tell me anything.

I should ask her about who she’s really working for. I should ask her if she knew exactly who I was. If she knew what kind of trouble she could get into if she crossed me. I should ask why she didn’t run away.

But if she lies, I don’t know what I’ll do.

She’s languid now, orgasmic bliss on her face, but I still pump my fingers into her. She convulses. Everything is too sensitive and pressure-filled, but I don’t care. It’s this or a bullet, and we both know what that means.

“Please,” she whimpers into my ear.

“Please what?” I ask, softer this time. “Please stop? Pleasemore?”

“I can’t,” she whines.

“You can’twhat?”

“I—”

But the little slut can’t finish the sentence. My empty little void is too full of lust to think.

“What’s left inside of your little head, Vi? Are you too come-drunk to think?” I laugh. “Maybe that’s what I should do. Reduce you to nothing more than a hungry little slut, always eager for my come. Always begging for more. Then you’d never lie to me. You’d be too much of a come slut to even think straight.”

She cries out, and I smack a hand against her mouth. Part of mewantsher to get caught,wantsher to be completely humiliated, wants her to get arrested, even if I know I’ll get her out of jail without a mark on her record.

But I’ll never let it get that far. I want her under my complete control.

“Please, Kenzo,” she says. “Please.”

“Give me another one,” I growl. I pump her holes like a drill until she comes again, gushing all over my hand. Her pants are soaked, the little fountain that she is, and I’m pleased. She has to walk out of the building like this. No one will know the exact details of what happened, but as I walk next to her, they’ll know that she belongs to me.

“So quick,” I say with a smug tone. “And you thought you were done.” My eyes darken. “You’re never done. Not with me, slut.”

I pull back from her holes, just enough to let her steady herself, but not enough that I’m gone completely. Leaning against me, she finds her balance. But when her eyes catch her soaked pants, her cheeks are bright red again. I quickly scan the room for a napkin or a towel—now that it’s over, I’m willing to play nice—but there’s nothing to use. I’m forced to let her humiliation continue, and honestly?I’m glad.

You don’t lie to me and get away with it. This is me beingnice.

“What are they going to think?” she whispers, her eyes wide in horror.

“Either that you pissed yourself, or that you had one hell of a time,” I say. “But you like that, don’t you?”

“Kenzo—”

“Hide behind me if you want.”

The secretary raises her brows at us, perhaps because she doesn’t recognize us, but when her eyes land on Vi’s drenched pants, her jaw drops. I salute her. This isn’t the worst thing the secretary will see this week. It’s just another day in Vegas. My wife is being punished and I’m living in the clouds.

The valet brings the car, and as soon as we sit, reality hits. Niko calls. Instead of answering, I let the call go to voicemail and drive back to Alta Drive. Once I’m sure Vi is locked inside the penthouse, I call Niko back from inside my car.

“Have you taken care of it?” he asks.

There it is again. ‘It.’ Not my wife. Not Vi or Vivian. Just ‘it.’

“Soon,” I say.

“We’re going to take care of Jay.”

“No—” I say, cutting him off. I want to take care of him myself too. It’s only fair. They’re both my problem. My family by contract. “Let me handle that too.”