Page 36 of Filthy Little Regrets (Princes of NYC #2)

A shiver rolls down my spine, but history repeats itself, and I doubt Mace will take me for the first time in a bathroom. Still, the idea sends a thrill through my body. Let’s see how far I can push him tonight. The expression I’m wearing gives him pause. He searches my face and shakes his head.

“Don’t be mad when I give you exactly what you think you want.”

My core tightens. He’s taunted me all week. Turnabout is fair play. “I’m starting to think you can’t finish the job.”

He squeezes my hip and smirks. “Come along, wife.”

Irritation sweeps through me. I glare at him and move to catch up but slow my steps when I realize he’s trying to make me mad. Mace is possibly the strangest man I’ve ever met.

I’m way out of my element. Rose stole me away as soon as we got inside, and Mace wandered off with Crue and Remy.

Emmie and Analise recently moved to New York City, and they already have more friends than I ever had.

My social anxiety is struggling with the crowd, but they slip away from their friends and join me and Rose.

“Hey there, birthday girls,” Rose says, grinning at them.

Analise beams. “This is the best party ever.”

Emmie is a little quieter than her twin, but she’s definitely an extrovert. She’s practically glowing from all the attention they’ve been getting tonight. Even still, sometimes extroverts need a break. “I need a drink and a breather,” she admits.

“The guys are in the kitchen,” Rose says, leading us in that direction, but Dare materializes like a bandit and sweeps her into his arms, kissing her like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Analise and Emmie groan and turn toward me.

“They do that all the time,” Emmie mutters.

“Just pretend like they’re not here,” I tell her. “They’ll either leave to go have sex, or Rose will remind him that there are other people in the room.”

“I love my brother, but the PDA is a little excessive,” Analise says with a sigh. “We need drinks.” She glances at me and Emmie. “Coming?”

“Absolutely.” The twins set off first, and I trail after them, leaving the dining room and most of the partygoers behind. Analise and Emmie always make sure to include me, and it’s nice to be around people who actually care what you have to say and loop you in the conversation.

“—and she said that I was the one being immature!” Crue, looking chipper as ever, like he hadn’t had his ass kicked by Mace not so long ago, is in the middle of recounting his latest disaster of a relationship.

Remy lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Imagine that.”

Analise chuckles, drawing his attention. His gaze quickly flits down her body before drifting away. The giant bodyguard definitely has a hard-on for Dare’s little sister, but that’ll never happen. Dare is unhinged and super protective.

We join the guys in the kitchen, taking seats at the bar. Analise passes out three flutes full of champagne.

“So, Crue’s life is a disaster, as usual,” I say, taking a sip. Sweet effervescence bursts across my tongue.

“Hey, I enjoy my life. It’s the ladies who can’t hang.”

I hum. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Mace laughs, and I avoid looking at him. It’s hard to keep the blush from my face when his attention falls on me. The man has had his face buried against my pussy, for fuck’s sake.

Our eyes connect for a millisecond and my heart tumbles over itself. Get it together, Cassia. You have the power. You have the vagina. Make him beg to fuck you.

Wrenching my focus away, I make a point to ignore him and gaze at Crue. “God, Crue, your muscles look so big . Have you been working out?”

Crue glances at me, flicks a nervous gaze to Mace, and takes a step away. “I’m not taking that bait,” he says, shaking his head.

Mace grins at me.

I narrow my eyes. Fucker. Analise and Emmie carry a conversation, and I do my best to pretend like Mace doesn’t exist until he drops into the seat beside me.

His arm brushes against mine. My core clenches as memories rush through my mind.

I lean away and side-eye him, hating the spike of nerves in my chest.

He smirks at me. “You’re avoiding me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Why?” he asks.

“I’m not avoiding you,” I tell him, voice tight.

“You are.” He takes a sip of whiskey. “Still mad that I won’t fuck you?” he says low enough for only me to hear.

Tonight is not going my way. I need to regroup and make a plan.

“If you won’t, I’ll find someone else who will.

” I push out of my seat and head to the bathroom, even though I don’t really need to go.

My neck prickles with awareness, and I glance over my shoulder, scowling when I find Mace trailing after me.

I lift an eyebrow. “You know, I never took you for a stalker, but you have a serious problem.”

“What’s wrong with stalking my wife?”

“God, you’re such a weirdo,” I say, shaking my head.

“I didn’t think you were a chicken,” he fires back.

Irritation shoots through me. Whirling around, I plant my hands on my hips and glare at him. “What’s your problem?”

His lips tug into a smile. “I should ask you that. Why are you so pissed at me?”

Oh, I don’t know, Mace, maybe because you’re a fucking tease!

He stops mere inches away from me. The hallway shields us from the rest of the party, and his proximity is like a storm cloud. Looming, threatening, and if I don’t run for cover, I’m fucked .

“Like I said, I’m not,” I tell him through gritted teeth.

Gaze straying over my warming cheeks, he hums. “So that pretty red flush is because you like me?”

“You wish.”

“Maybe,” he taunts.

Though I’ve always been aware of his size, in the hallway, it’s even more pronounced. He towers over my shorter frame, and he spends so much time in the gym his biceps are probably as big as my thighs. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but he’s a big guy and he had no problem throwing me around.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, curiosity shimmering in his irises.

“Just wondering if Crue prefers doggy style or missionary.”

A warning chuckle bounces around the walls. “Careful, baby. You’re about to be in trouble.”

Spinning on my heel, I call over my shoulder, “I’m not your fucking baby.

” I sense his gaze, but refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me look back.

If he wants to listen to me pee, who am I to stop him?

Sighing, I open the bathroom door, but before I can close it, his palm slaps against the wood.

My gaze snaps to his, heart thudding. He wouldn’t. “What are you doing?”

“I warned you.”

I cross my arms. “I don’t believe you.”

He glances down the hall, and the wicked smirk cutting across his face sends my stomach somersaulting. Everyone thinks he’s such a good guy, but I see that evil glint in his gaze as he shuts us both inside the hallway bathroom.

Electricity shoots through my body, a current of attraction tethering us together and crackling with every step he takes. My pulse skips, and I take two steps back before crashing into the counter. Tipping my head, I scowl at him as he places his hands on either side of my body and looms over me.

“I swear, if you fuck me in this bathroom?—”

His fingers dive into my hair, and he pulls, tugging my head back and cutting off my words with a firm grip. “There you go, threatening me again, Cassia.” Leaning down, he runs his nose along my neck. “You have one chance to tell me to go,” he whispers. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

I should. A stronger woman would. When his lips brush along the column of my throat and my core clenches, I realize I’m a weak-ass bitch. But he’s already here, and thanks to him, I’m horny.

Screw it.

My legs part, dress riding up my thighs. He steps between them, his free hand gripping my ass and tugging me toward the lip of the counter.

I drop my hands to his pants. “Are you finally going to show your wife what that pretty cock can do?” I whisper, undoing the buckle with a flick of my hand.

Slipping his hands under my dress, he jerks my thong, forcing the material down my legs. I gasp and he releases a dark chuckle, pulling back to look at me, those deep blue eyes far too pleased. “Do me a favor, baby. Shut up.”

That’s how he wants it, then?

Glaring at him, I lean toward him until our lips almost touch, flick the button of his jeans open, and slide my hand beneath his boxers.

“Just so we’re clear, I fucking hate you,” I whisper as I grip his cock and give him a hard stroke.

I wasn’t sure how to handle his Jacob’s ladder, but after looking it up online, I figure he can take it .

He grunts and thrusts into my hand. “I love it when you sweet-talk me.”

“You’re so fucked up,” I mutter before pressing my lips against his, biting his bottom lip when he tries to slip his tongue inside my mouth.

Pushing two fingers inside of me, he hums in appreciation and works them back and forth, rolling his thumb over my clit.

Pleasure dances along my spine as he teases me, but I can’t take him being considerate with foreplay, so I push his hand away and place his cock at my center, holding the back of his neck with one hand and glaring at him.

“Fuck me alrea?—”

He thrusts in deep, startling a cry out of me, and I dig my nails into his skin, gasping as he slams into me again. Threading his fingers through my strands, he pulls my hair, keeping a firm grip as he holds me right where he wants me. My walls flutter around his thick length.

This is wrong. This is Rose’s bathroom. I should know better, but damn, does he feel good.

“You’re not so tough when I’m fucking you,” he says, lips teasing over mine.

“Fuck you,” I rasp as he drives into me. Pleasure shoots up my spine.

His thumb finds my clit again. “Keep it up, baby. See what happens.”

“I’m not your baby,” I say around pants, arching into his touch.

“Liar.” Jerking my head to the side, he bites my pulse point, and I gasp, clinging to him as he fucks me. There’s nothing sweet about it. It’s primal. Feral. Rough. I trace my nails up the back of his neck and grip his hair, repaying the favor and pulling hard .

He makes a sound that I like far too much, and I do it again, delighting in his throaty moan and what little bit of control I’ve gained over this situation. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he praises. I avert my gaze, refusing to admit how much I’m enjoying this, but Mace doesn’t need my words.

“Are you on the pill?”

Breath catching, I bite my lip, wondering how he’ll react. He said he wanted babies.

“Cassia?” He slams in hard enough to shock me out of my head.

“Yes,” I rasp, shifting my eyes to meet his, wondering if he’ll be disappointed, but his lips simply tug into a wicked grin and his dick pulses.

My walls clench around him, and he angles his hips in just the right way, hitting my G-spot and pressing on my clit at the same time.

“Mace,” I gasp, rolling my hips to meet his.

“Mmm, you don’t fuck me like you hate me,” he murmurs, hitting the same spots again and again until stars dance across my vision.

His thumb gliding over my nerves is a match striking and lighting.

The tip of his shaft hits deep, forcing air out of my lungs, tossing the flaming stick onto a trail of gasoline, and fire erupts inside of me, spreading through every inch of my body, pleasure burning through me as my lips part to scream.

When Mace’s palm slaps against my mouth, stifling the noise, I bite his palm, moaning as he fucks me through the orgasm and straight into another, owning my body better than any man.

His cock pulses inside of me, and he grinds into me as his cum coats my insides.

As the heat of it ricochets through me, I whimper, clinging to him while the last of it spurts inside of me .

His palm falls away from my mouth, and I suck in a ragged breath, loving the little aftershocks of pleasure riding me. I may hate the man, but damn, does he know how to please a woman.

“Thought you wanted them to hear me scream.”

He runs his palms up my sides. “Changed my mind. That sound is only for me.”

My stomach flutters. I force the excitement down, reminding myself this is all part of the deception, and simply lift an eyebrow.

Mace tips his head and glances up at me as he slowly pulls out.

Fluid spills out of me, and he tsks, swiping two fingers through the thick of it and pushing it back inside.

“That belongs inside you.” Tweaking his thumb over my clit, he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean as I suck in a deep breath.

Holy fuck. That was intense.

He steps back and fixes his pants, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

I grab some tissues and clean my thighs.

Pushing on his chest, I create enough space to hop off and tug my thong back into place and fix my dress.

His cum is already gliding out of me, soaking the material of my panties.

Mace leans against the door, watching me with hooded eyes and far too much interest.

“Don’t look so smug.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not like I can get pregnant.”

He shrugs. “I just had the prettiest woman at the party riding my dick and she’s full of my cum, I’m pretty fucking happy.” He beams at me, eyes tracing over my face. “God, you’re gorgeous. You know that, right?”

He always knows what to say to make me feel like I’m something special. I’m going to miss his praise when he goes to prison.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it, because that’s not happening again.”

He smirks. “We’ll see about that.”

I scowl, but honestly, I wouldn’t be mad if we found ourselves in another bathroom.