Page 90 of Souls and Sorrows

“Play with your pussy,” I growl, pushing down on her lower back. “You’re so good at making yourself come for me. Do it right now.”

She brings a shaky hand between her thighs, and within seconds, she’s clenching, her inner walls molding to my cock as she crests the edge of her orgasm. Mine follows quickly, barreling like lightning through my veins and shooting out of me before I have a chance to look up and realize we actuallyarebeing watched.

And that her ex-fiancé just saw me dump my cum inside of her.

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I expectCash to let me up as soon as he notices Vitus, but he doesn’t.

As he pulls out of me, his hand remains on my lower back, keeping me flat against the desk, and then I feel him between my thighs. The blunt ends of his fingers delve between my lips, squelching as he pushes his cum back in, and my entire body quivers from the aftershocks of release.

My eyes fall closed, Vitus’s presence not even enough to keep them open right now. Euphoria makes my limbs heavy and rich, like melted chocolate, and I just lie there, unable to form a coherent thought.

Besides, I could’ve stopped this when I first noticed him, but I didn’t.

Didn’t want to.

I liked the look of pure horror on my ex’s face.

“Don’t want any of that going to waste,” Cash mutters, leaning down so his front is flush with my back.

Something presses against my mouth, seeking entry, and I open on a reflex.

His fingers hook in, and my tongue automatically wraps around them, lapping at the flavor ofuson him. It’s warm and musky, exploding on my taste buds.

After a moment, Cash pulls away from me, and I hear the quiet shuffling of clothes from behind me. He dresses as if he has all the time in the world—as if Vitus isn’t standing just outside with a look of murder on his face, which I’m sure he’s not too far off from acting on.

Cash drapes my dress over me, and I only have enough energy to turn my head. He’s already dressed, knotting his tie beneath his chin, and I just notice that, somehow, during all of that, his glasses stayed on.

“Get dressed,” he says, and I groan, my body protesting all movement. “Look, I don’t care that he saw me fucking you. Serves him right. I’d fuck you in front of the entire city, just to show them who you belong to. But I’ll be damned if he gets to see you fully naked ever again.”

My stomach flutters, though I roll my eyes at his Neanderthal verbiage anyway to keep up appearances. No one needs to know how soft I get after good sex. In truth, I wouldn’t have known until this moment, where all I want to do is curl up against Cash’s side and stay there until the energy returns to my body.

But I don’t want to lose face, so I just push up and step back into my dress while he blocks me from view. My thong lies shredded on the floor, and I watch as he bends down and tucks it into the safe behind his desk, avoiding my gaze while he locks it inside.

“Do you often keep souvenirs from your conquests?” I ask, running a hand through my hair as I check my reflection in the window.

“I don’t have conquests.”

My head turns, and I remember him saying he didn’t know how to touch me. I thought that was just fluff, but now, I’m thinking he was being serious.

How is that even possible?

I look at him as he strides over to the door, yanking it open and running a hand down the front of his suit.

“Mr. Tallerico.” He takes a step back, and Vitus storms in, making an instant beeline for me. “Ah, I’d advise not moving behind that desk. There’s a little red panic button underneath the front edge that sends this entire building into lockdown when pressed, and I don’t think you want SWAT coming in. They tend to shoot first and ask questions later.” Cash pauses, idly making his way back to me. When he’s at my side, he gives Vitus a slow once-over, as calm as ever.

“And for you,” he says to Vitus, planting his palms on the desk and leaning forward, “I’d tell them to shoot first and not ask any questions at all.”

Vitus scoffs, shaking his head, and then his dark eyes return to me. “What did you do with it, huh? Taking my parents wasn’t enough? You had to go and fuck up my legacy too?”

“Yourlegacy?” I cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t think it’s called Tallerico Inc., but correct me if I’m wrong.”

“Doesn’t matter what it’s called. You were barely ever a part of it. I gave mylifeto your father and this business. Fuck, I gave it to this entire fucked up world, and now, you’ve gone and just pissed it away for some dickhead in a suit.” He licks his lips, cutting a sideways look at Cash. “Your mamma said you were a whore, but I never believed her. Should’ve listened.”

His words set fire to my lungs, but I inhale, extinguishing the flames before they can fester. I don’t want to waste my anger on a moron like Vitus.

“Well, who knows? Maybe the new owner would’ve been okay with keeping you on, if you hadn’t just insulted his wife.”

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