Page 102 of Cup of Lies

I fucking love it.

Romy

One Year Later…

“I’m an unreliable narrator. That’s what they told me.”

The woman on the other end of the Zoom call listens with rapt attention as I tell my story from start to finish. With time, it gets easier to tell, but the pain is still buried deep inside me. The only thing that eases it is when I’m with my family.

But people need to hear this.

There could be others out there trapped in ugly worlds not of their making and hearing there are people who are trying to save them might give them hope.

“Tell us where they can pre-order your book,” the woman says. “I’ve read the advanced copy from front to back three times. It’s such a harrowing tale. Everyone needs to read it.”

I point her to the usual outlets and then plug my website where they can get a signed copy. By the time we end the call, I’m beat.

As if on cue, Caius—my husband—saunters into our shared office. I let out a yelp when he scoops me out of my chair.

“We only have a few minutes before they notice I went missing,” he growls as he carries me to our room.

I laugh the entire way. The man is an animal in bed. He can’t get enough of me. I’m not complaining.

“We’re going to be quick. You’re going to touch your pretty pussy while I rail you from behind. Got it, wifey?”

“You’re so bossy,” I playfully tease.

He tosses me onto our bed and grins wickedly at me. “You like it when I tell you what to do. It makes you so fucking wet.”

“In bed,” I remind him. “Everywhere else, not so much.”

“Liar.”

I squeal when he drags me to the end of the bed and roughly flips me over. I’m wearing a nice dress for my Zoom interview, so he’s awarded easy access. He doesn’t even bother to fully remove my panties, just pulls them far enough down my thighs he can get to where he wants to be.

“Daddy? Daddy?”

Kaitlyn can be heard outside, calling for Caius. Once Nova started saying “Daddy,” Kaitlyn did too. We were both surprised but happy to hear it.

“Fuck,” Caius groans. “Pussy. Fingers. Now.”

I do as I’m told, touching my clit as he pulls down his swim trunks. He yanks open the bedside table, slathers lube on his dick, and then he’s pressing against me.

“Ohhh,” I cry out as he pushes all the way into me with one thrust. “God, you feel so good.”

He gives my butt a playful smack and then drives into me hard and fast. We know this drill. When the kids come looking for us, we only have a few minutes. Thankfully, Eva can read the room and will distract the girls if she sees our bedroom door closed.

It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build inside me. I whimper as I get close to the edge, signaling my handsome lover I’m about to lose it.

“That’s it, love. Come all over my cock. Make it messy.”

His words are like tender fingers teasing over my flesh. I let the orgasm steal me. It heightens the moment when a flood of his heat rushes inside of me. Once I’m boneless, still reeling with bliss, I relax against the mattress. His cock continues to throb out his release.

“I could live inside you.”

“You sound like a lunatic when you say stuff like that.”

“Just telling you like it is.” He smacks my butt again. “Go shower that off, grab your swimsuit, and meet us by the pool. I’ll create a diversion.”

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