Page 169 of Chaos Kills

A low chuckle rumbles from the other end of the phone, and I believe I’ve subtly called checkmate to this conversation. But then Cairo says the most out of character bullshit I’ve ever heard from his mouth.

“I’ll ask for forgiveness later.” My body buzzes like a faithless whore at his words.“Would you like to FaceTime?”

“No.”

And I don’t have an iPhone for shit like that.

Another amused chuckle sounds on the other side of the phone, and clearly, he’s having a ball over there.

Meanwhile, I’m not.

I’ve got inappropriate images in my head of what his cock looks like with his ringed fingers choking it.

“Then, I guess I’m on my own.”

I exhale. “Seems like it.”

“You’ve never thought of me fuckin’ you, Little T?”

I pull my comforter farther up my legs. I feel as though my emotions and thoughts are going to be stripped away from me if I don’t.

“What’s the point of doing something like that?”

“Curiosity,” he manages. “One of the safest places to have those sorts of ideas because no one can judge or dispute them.”

“Yet, you asked me.”

“This is a safe space. I didn’t expect you to tell Wallace you slipped your wet panties into my jeans and waited all night for me.”

“Only half of that is right.”

“Then I’ll pretend you’ve thought about fucking me and speed this up a little bit,” he vouches simply. “You’d be sitting on my cock right now, actually. And I’d be watching you take me however you want.”

Fuck this guy.

“You don’t seem like the type to give up power,” I argue. “So?—”

“I’m not,” he agrees with zero fucks. “But something about you thinking you could turns me on.”

Geezus.

Thoughts of riding Cairo’s cock double-crosses my ass.

His watchful and heated gaze studying every move I make has me wondering if I’d be equally turned on or paranoid at being under his scrutiny.

Yet being on the other side of the phone with him is safe enough for me to entertain him.

Or the other way around.

“How would you turn the tables on that?” I ask genuinely. “Flip me over and have your way with me?”

“I’d have my face between your pretty thighs just for teasing me, Little Terror.”

“You sound like you started it in this scenario, Sinatra.”

“You always start it. Waltzing around like the little badass you are. Never listening to anyone. Thinking everyone is just going to let you off scot-free. Someone needs to teach you a lesson. Your actions come with consequences.”

“Mhm.” I won’t divulge more on that because what’s the use of arguing? I probably do.

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