Page 127 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“And she’s not yours to fucking touch.”

Tension is rolling off Grant in waves as he debates killing Fred, and I realize I need to intervene. I don’t know what comes over me, but as wetness starts to pool in my panties from watching Grant claim me as his, only one idea comes to mind.

“Ace, sweetie. Why don’t you show him that I’m yours?” I offer.

The words slip out of my mouth without a second thought. I’m getting damper by the second since saying it, and I realize that I want nothing more than for Grant to show his possessive side and fuck me in front of Fred.

Grant slowly turns his head back to me.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, why don’t you tie our friend Fred up and fuck me like you own me.”

Grant’s eyes slowly change from a look of murder to lust.

“I do own you.”

“Then prove it.”

Grant’s jaw tightens as his cock hardens in his pants.

“I don’t want him to see you naked.”

“He’ll be dead by tomorrow with what I found,” I whisper.

Grant brings Fred down to the ground and loosens his grip around his neck. Fred tries to struggle free of his hold. In an instant, Grant takes Fred’s head in his hand and slams it back into the wall, leaving a giant hole in its wake.

With his grip still on his head and Fred’s blood dripping everywhere, Grant pushes him through the open bedroom door, then shoves him onto the bed face-first.

“Get me ties.”

I shuffle through Fred’s closet and find a set of ties that should do the job. Scurrying out of the closet, I hand one of them over to Grant, who uses it to tie Fred’s hands together behind his back. He takes another one and wraps it around Fred’s mouth to prevent him from talking.

“One more, my love,” Grant says to me.

I hand him one more and toss the others to the ground. Grant uses it to tie Fred’s feet to a bedpost.

Fred is frantically trying to get out of the holds.

“Pants down. Ass up,” Grant says to me.

My eyes shoot up in surprise. I’ve never seen this side of Grant, and I like it. This is the badass secret agent whom I had heard so much about.

I pull my pants to my ankles.

“Actually, shirt too.”

I didn’t want Fred to see me naked, yet right now, all I want is to be fucked by Grant any way he’ll have me.

I pull my shirt overhead and set it on the bed. Grant’s eyes simmer with desire as he stares at my chest.

His eyes go from me to Fred, and I follow his line of sight. Fred has stopped his struggling and is watching me undress.

“Do you like what you see? Cara’s perfect tits ready to be played with.”

Instinctually, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. I let it fall to the ground, leaving my breasts hanging free.

Fred groans as he stares at them.

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