Page 64 of Lovely Deceit

“He would, which makes you want to do it even more. Fucking his bride-to-be is the ultimate revenge.”

So, this is what his grandfather wanted him for? Or is this Anne-Marie’s ruse to get one more good lay in before she has to settle for Vincent who looks like he’d be a huge dud in the bedroom.

“My pussy’s been so wet thinking about you being here.”

Alright, that’s enough. I don’t care if he’s into it or not, I’m ruining this shit. I push the door open, shocked to find it unlocked considering what was about to happen in here.

Anne-Marie is handcuffed to a desk, the top half of her dress pulled down, revealing her tits.

“Get out of here!” she screeches.

Leo, who’s on the other side of the room, crosses his arms. He has a thunderous expression on his face. “This is what my grandfather wanted,” he says, gesturing toward Anne-Marie. “She handcuffed herself, by the way.”

“Because I know you like it like that. Eden can watch if you want.”

I swear she’s deserved an ass kicking the entire time I’ve known her. Unfortunately, everything seems to go her way. She got the biggest catch around, and even then, she’s not satisfied. She wants to take a ride on Leo.

I peer up at Leo. “Do you want to fuck her?”

“Fuck no,” he growls out. “Her pussy’s worn out, and her desperation is a turnoff.”

Her nostrils flare. “That’s not what you said last time you were buried between my legs.”

“That’s what I was thinking, though. If you don’t want subpar sex for the rest of your life, don’t marry my cousin—and certainly don’t bring me into it.”

“You’re a piece of shit,” she retaliates. “I was lowering myself to have one last fling with you. You were only a toy.” She yanks at her arm, and it catches on the handcuffs.

Leo raises his hand, revealing a key glimmering there in the light.

“Let me out,” she growls.

“Or I could go get Vincent. I’m sure he’d love to see you like this.”

“Do you think he’d believe you?” she snorts. “Please. You’re nothing to them. I’ll tell him you locked me up and intended to rape me. We’ll see how quickly you get taken down after that.”

I turn toward Leo, his murderous expression like a tornado on a path of destruction. I take a deep breath. “She has a point. So…we could show her what she’s missing.”

He looks at me with a slight quirk to his head. “What are you saying, Little Miss Astor?”

I swallow and step toward him. “She’s about to have a lifetime of subpar sex, and she was looking at you to take the edge off, right?” I take the key from him and set it down on one of the many bookshelves surrounding the room. Reaching up, I shove his suit jacket off his shoulders, and it falls to the floor while I work on the tiny buttons of his shirt.

Leo dares me with his eyes to keep going, but this is my show. I pull the shirt off and run my fingers over his tattoos. “Was it these that you wanted wrapped around you?” I ask Anne-Marie, even though I don’t spare her a glance. If anyone is the shit underneath our shoes, it’s her.

I’ve never been this up close and personal with his tattoos, and I admire the artwork. The bold strokes, the images. I get the sense that he got all of these not because they look cool but because they mean something to him.

With my other hand, I cup his cock. He grunts in my ear. “To be clear, the only person in this room I want to fuck is you.”

“Alright, I get the fucking point,” Anne-Marie snaps. “Let me out.”

“No,” Leo and I say at the same time. He tacks on, “You started it.”

I undo the clasp on Leo’s pants and push them to the floor before reaching inside his boxers and stroking him. He clasps my face in his hands, and I feel so small in his grip. His dark eyes, though still stormy, are intent on me. He moves his hips with my strokes, and I take the time to play with his barbell until he’s moaning.

“Don’t tempt me,” he whispers so only I can hear.

I keep going. This is for everyone who’s underestimated me. For anyone who thinks like Anne-Marie; who believes Leo and I are the outcasts in this world. I’d argue that we’re the best things about this world—people who can think independently.

“I mean it,” he warns again.

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