Page 116 of Beautiful Liar

She shudders and moans before answering, “Fundraiser for veterans at Lincoln Center.”

“And here you are, his precious gem, getting your rocks off behind his back,” I taunt.

Her gaze starts to harden, and I catch the glimpse of the Delilah who didn’t blink twice about committing a felony in order to take out a rival. A series of merciless thrusts from Kyle dissolves the look. “I make a better governor’s wife when I’m well satisfied.” She turns her head and meets Kyle’s gaze. “Harder!”

He complies. Her head rears back, and she screams as another orgasm flays her. The twins switch places. Derek is the rougher of the two. Before she has time to recover, he takes control of her.

When she catches her breath a little, her gaze seeks mine. She wants to protest my non-involvement, but she’s enjoying herself too much. When Kyle pulls roughly at the nipple pegs, she groans deep and surrenders to the hedonistic pleasure.

An hour later, she’s bathed in sweat. Her screams roll into each other.

When she climaxes for the fourth time, I turn away, suppress a shudder.

Baste myself in darkness and purpose.

“Quinn, you…I need you,” she slurs, her multiple orgasms making her near delirious.

I stand, pull down my pants and boxers enough to take out my semi-hard cock. I re-mount the bed and position myself between her thighs. Derek and Kyle are taking turns kissing and flogging her tits and midriff. She’s trying to see me, but they’re in her way. I play with her soaked pussy for a while then reach for the toy I need. She moans deliriously as I cram her full with the dildo. It does its job superbly, but it’s the ever-tightening choker Kyle is working that gives her the auto-erotic experience she craves. This time when she comes, she passes out.

I hop off the bed, and zip up my pants.

“Don’t untie her until I’m gone.”

“She’s gonna be pissed,” Kyle says.

“I’m sure you can handle her. If she’s extra work, let me know. I’ll see that you’re compensated.”

I take off the watch and lay it face down on the bedside table so the inscription underneath is visible.

From Delilah to Maxwell. Fidelity and Love. Everlasting.

The twins grin at each other as I redress and leave.

My stomach rolls hard against the iron clench I have on it as I rush out of the brownstone and head toward my car. The seething bile bubbling up inside me rises with each step. I get to the Mustang just as it surges up my throat.

Bending over, I vomit on the sidewalk.

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