Page 35 of Filthy Little Regrets (Princes of NYC #2)

twenty-three

CASSIA

One shouldn’t be mad that they get to come every morning. One shouldn’t be irritated that the man she lives with loves to go down on her, to eat her out until she’s whimpering. One should be appreciative.

Right?

Well, I’m not. I’m fucking pissed. He said if I listened, that I’d be rewarded. Orgasms aside, the withholding of sex feels like a punishment, and I’m starting to consider going back to the other bedroom. Mace’s only saving grace is that he has no qualms about burying his face between my legs.

It’s been a week of this. Seven days of waking in his bed, him teasing and building me up. Eating me out, and then? Nothing. I’m surprised his dick hasn’t fallen off.

Huffing, I glare at the bathroom door he disappeared behind, as he does every morning. My muscles are still liquid from this morning’s torture session, but I manage to roll over and get out of bed.

Today is the day this stops. I march to the bathroom, push the door open.

The shower is running, the music system blaring.

The primary bathroom is huge. The shower is its own little oasis, hidden behind a tiled wall.

I take a step toward it. Something flashes on the counter, and I pause, catching sight of his phone.

Unlocked. Vulnerable.

My throat goes dry. Holy shit.

This is it. My eyes fly to the shower entrance, but the water is going strong.

I tiptoe to the phone, quickly navigate to the settings, and add my phone number to the text message app.

It’s an easy way to spy on him. With that done, I head to a site I set up a while ago, click the bad link, and chew on my lip, waiting to see if his security app on his phone will catch the spyware before it’s done installing. Pixels spread across the screen.

Okay, here we go.

This is the true test. My success with bypassing Rex Technologies security systems is hit or miss, but I spent weeks perfecting this. I tested it on my own phone. It should work.

The shower turns off.

I almost drop the phone, but set it on the counter and move in front of it, crossing my arms right as Mace steps onto the bathmat. Fully naked.

My throat goes dry. Fuck me. Tattoos cover almost every inch of his skin. Both arms, his torso, legs. His thighs are thick—the man definitely doesn’t skip leg day—and his stomach is solid. An Adonis belt, a perfectly shaped V, leads to a cock I’ve been desperate to feel inside of me.

“Like what you see?”

I lift my gaze. “Maybe.”

Drying his body with the towel, he turns and watches me, tipping his head as he slowly drags the material down his abs.

He takes his time drying himself. I watch him with a growing hunger.

I should probably be embarrassed by how desperate he’s made me, but right now, all I can think about are ways to take him for a ride.

“What are you doing in here?”

My pulse jumps. Fuck. The phone. “I was coming to finish what you started,” I say, dropping my hand to my hip. I’m wearing one of his shirts again, but it’s long enough to tease my thighs.

“Mmm. Is that so?” He hangs up the towel and prowls toward me.

I’d be lying if I said my eyes didn’t immediately drop to watch his dick sway. The silver beads of each barbell glint in the light. “Did that hurt?”

“No,” he says, stopping in front of me and placing his hands on my hips.

My breath catches, and I focus on his face, the hunger teasing the shadows in his gaze.

He lifts me, and I take a second to glance down, making it look like I’m worried I’ll fall, and check the phone.

The screen is back to normal, but I need to close out of the site, otherwise I’m fucked.

As my ass hits the marble counter, I spread my legs, hooking my ankles around his body and tugging him against me.

I grab the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine, making a show of fluttering my eyes closed.

Our tongues tangle, battling for control, and after a moment, I open my eyes and find his closed.

I tease my nails along the back of his neck, letting him take control of the kiss and carefully move my hand to the phone.

His cock presses against my shorts, pulsing.

Fuck, this is distracting .

Focus, Cassia. If he catches you, who knows what he’ll do. I tap the screen, moving to tab view, and close out of the one I’d opened. Okay. Now to get to the home screen. Mace’s eyelids move, and I bring my other hand down, grabbing his cock and giving a hard stroke.

He groans, thrusting into my hand, eyes pinching shut.

Thank fuck. I quickly kill the browser, heart fluttering in my chest, and give all my energy to the kiss. Mace moves his hands to my ass, squeezing.

I break away, breathing in and grinning up at him as I move my fist up his length. “You’re so hard for me, Mace.”

He buries his fingers in my hair, tipping my head back and staring into my soul. “I know what you’re doing.”

My chest tightens and my heart threatens to jump out of my chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Shaking his head, he gazes down at my fingers wrapped around his dick and thrusts. “You’re trying to break my control.”

Relief rushes out of me in a sigh. Oh, thank fuck. “I’m trying to give us what we both want,” I counter. “Don’t you think your cock would look so pretty inside of me? Don’t you want to fill me up until your cum drips between my legs?”

His eyes snap to mine and he tugs on my hair.

My mouth parts and a wanton sound tumbles from my lips.

“Don’t talk like that,” he rasps.

I squint at him. “Why? Don’t you like your wife’s filthy mouth?”

He doesn’t respond, but his cock pulses in my hand.

A wicked smile cuts across my face. “Maybe you want to fuck my mouth,” I continue, giving him a long, tight stroke. “I swallow.” I bite my bottom lip and flutter my eyelashes .

“Cassia,” he warns.

“I’ve thought about how good you’d feel inside of me every day this week,” I admit, heat swirling in my core. “I’m so horny, Mace.”

He tugs on my hair, and while it hurts a little, a delighted giggle slips out of me. I fucking found his weak spot. I’m not powerless.

I lick my lips and smooth my thumb over his tip, smearing the precum. He’s so ready. “Come on, baby, fuck your wife like the dirty little slut she is.”

With a growl, he releases my hair and takes five steps away, chest heaving.

I’m so close to making him lose control. He wants to be in charge, but how much teasing can he withstand? I slip my finger between my thighs, keeping my eyes on him as I caress my clit.

“Are you scared?” I ask, voice trembling with need.

“Don’t play games you’re not ready for.”

“I’ve been ready, Mace,” I murmur, placing one foot on the counter so he can have a better view as I slide two fingers inside of me.

He watches me, eyes darkening and nostrils flaring. “Rose is having a party tonight for the twins’ birthday.”

I scowl at him. “Talking about other women while I’m fucking myself is a good way for you to die.”

Smiling at my words, he drifts his gaze up to meet mine. “Be ready at eight.”

The bastard leaves me on the counter, fingers still inside of myself and chest alight with fury. This. Mother. Fucker.

I’m properly pissed off by the time we arrive at Rose and Dare’s home in Hudson Yards.

What’s a woman have to do to get laid? Not to mention, I’m starting to feel a little rejected.

If not for the copious amounts of praise he lavishes on me every morning, I’d probably be feeling pretty used, but I know this is some type of power play.

Some way for Mace to bring me under his thumb.

I pointedly ignored him on the car ride over, and he lets me simmer in my rage as he reads through emails I’ve already read. So far, the spyware hasn’t uncovered anything useful, but it’s day one. With time, there will be something.

There wasn’t enough time to get an extravagant gift, so I settled on some flowers and copies of my favorite book. Analise and Emmie, Dare’s sisters, are super sweet, but I don’t mind corrupting them with dark fantasy romance.

The driver drops us off at the front. Mace slides out, turns, and offers me his hand.

There are a few things I learned at a young age as a girl with big boobs.

Some men are fucking idiots over tits, but sometimes, that’s to my advantage.

I may or may not have worn this dress with a deep v-cut for a reason.

The soft material rides up my thighs as I scoot across the seat, holding the flowers and gift bags, and as planned, Mace’s gaze drops to my legs.

Hiding my smirk, I gaze up at him with doe eyes while perched on the edge of the seat. His focus goes where I want it and the shadows in his gaze thicken. That’s right, Mace. I’ve got your number.

“See something you like?” I rasp, tipping my head to the side so my hair brushes over the top of my breasts.

He looks away, jaw clenching in annoyance at being caught.

Delight bursts in my chest. I bite my cheek to hold in a laugh and stand. Since my hands are full, he holds on to my forearm as I rise, helping me find my balance in my heels. This time, he watches me with a guarded expression, eyes glinting in challenge.

“Playing games?” he asks.

“Asking you to fuck me isn’t a game,” I say with a sigh. “But if you can’t do the job...” I trail off and move to sidestep him.

His hand falls to my hip.

Heat radiates from the spot, spreading through my veins. My pulse flickers and I turn my head, biting my lip and batting my eyelashes.

Mace narrows his eyes. “Don’t start.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll fuck you in their bathroom and make sure everyone knows how well you take my dick.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I say with an eye roll.

The pads of his fingers tighten on my hip, and he pulls me closer, his mouth finding the shell of my ear. “I’m going to enjoy making you scream.”