Page 75 of Dirty Little Secrets
“Get. Out.”
“I will…” He leans back into the chair, relaxing into the leather. “After.” He pouts at Emery. “Look at the poor thing, Cavanaugh. Look at her pink little cheeks. She wants you.” He cocks his head. “You want him, don’t you, darling? Well, go on now. I’d love to see the show.”
I want to ignore it. I want to pretend that I don’t see her skin fucking glowing at the idea. But I can’t. It’s blinding. Her lust. Her need. Her goddamn desire to have him watch. Such a little slut. Such an insatiable fucking whore. Blood surges straight to my fucking cock, and in that moment, I know I have no control over anything. Not me. Not her. Not him.
“Tonight. The Playground,” I say to Quinton despite my better judgment. I face Emery, shock etched all over her face. I was wrong about her. I once called herrain. She’s not rain. She’s not a delicate pour of nature. No. She’s a storm. A violent hurricane. And Quinton was correct. I can’t tame her. I can only chase her. “You can watchthe showthen.”
The second she registers my words, something happens. Something rare. Something I’ve never truly seen. She smiles at me. Genuine. Pure.Thankful. And I know I’ll be chasing that high forever.
THE PERFECT STORM
EMERY
If you pusha man far enough, you’ll see him snap. You’ll see him question his beliefs, his morals, and even his boundaries. Damon snapped. In the most breathtaking way possible.
A wall of hot, sweet heat greets us as we strut through the halls of Club Hades toward his breaking point.
His emerald ring sits tight around my finger. No one will dare touch me tonight. Not with the ring. Not with the furious man on my arm. He may be broken on the inside, like me, but on the outside…he’s fucking Kevlar. Stoic, tough, and radiating the aura of a damn king. No one can touch me. But they can watch. My skin pebbles at the thought ofhimwatching. He’s only seen the home video, but tonight,tonight it’s live. In the flesh. Right before his greedy eyes.
“You’re shaking,” Damon grumbles, glancing down at my naked body, only a pair of heels and sheer slip separating me from the animals. His gaze lingers on my stiff nipples peeking through the thin fabric, and he slowly licks his dry lips. Despite his reservations, he’s been hard since we got into the car. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Areyou?” I breathe out as we stop in front of The Playground. Dozens of sweaty bodies move in feral movements before us, limbs twisted, contorted, and entwined with a chaotic craving for ungodly release. My sex pulses, wanting and ready. “This wasyouridea, Mr. Cavanaugh, remember?”
He glares at me, knowing and dark. “No, Emery. It was yours.”
A loud and hoarse grunt draws my attention to the far end of The Playground, and I snap my head toward the enticing noise. My lungs expand as Quinton peers up at me. He reclines on the sofa, one hand palming the back of a woman’s head as she slobbers all over his cock, choking on it, tasting him.
There’sa lotof him, too. Mmm.
Damon growls under his breath, digging his fingers into my side as he jerks me against him, his lips tickling my ear as he says, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, mami, you won’t even notice that he’s there.”
“Challenge accepted,” I coo, my body humming with anticipation as I lead him to the empty corner on the other side of the room.
I remove the slip and flick my gaze toward Quin.My Quin. For tonight, at least. It’s a direct view. Unobstructed. He can see it all. And I want him to see. I want his gaze locked on me. On us. On Damon’s hands all over my fucking body.
“Sit.” Damon pushes me onto the red leather sofa, towering above me as he unbuttons his dress shirt. He’s pissed. Good. I’m not here to make love. I’m here to get fucked. And when he’s angry? That’s the shit I like. “Lean back. Open your legs.”
My glossy gaze floats across his chiseled chest, mouth drying as he unbuckles his belt, his pants dropping to the floor before he steps out. His veiny cock teases me, mere inches away but I do as I’m told and spread.
“Good girl,” he rasps, sinking down on his knees. He runs his nose along the soft apex of my thighs, inhaling my scent, my arousal. He peers up at me, stern and so fucking sexy as he says, “Get ready, mami. I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll forget your fucking name.”
He doesn’t let me answer. He lurches forward, hooking his hands around my thighs. He dives in, licking, flicking, sucking on my clit. I throw my head back and moan, my core fucking vibrating as he eats the living shit out of me. I run my fingers through his hair, gripping it as I force my head straight, as I struggle to see through the pleasure. My pussy pulses as he devours me, and I gasp, meeting the gaze of the man across the room.
Quinton's jaw ticks, his hooded eyes unwavering intheir assault as he stares at me. Almost through me. A woman approaches him, bending over the table in front of him, her bare ass wiggling beside him. Without breaking eye contact, he licks two fingers and plunges them inside of her. She moans. I do too.
Fucking hell.
Damon’s teeth craze my clit, nibbling the sensitive nerves. My toes curl, stomach clenching as he shoves his fingers inside of me, fast and aggressive.
Quinton’s lips twist into a dirty smirk as he continues to finger the woman on the table, his cock getting sucked by a redhead. He knows. He knows how close I am.
“Come,” Damon grunts between breaths, his tongue soaking up all my slickness. “Come for me.”
And I do. So fucking hard. My legs quiver and shake, ripples of euphoria washing over me. Just as the feeling subsides and I think I have a moment to breathe, Damon hoists me to my feet and drops down on the low-level table, lying flat across the glass.
“Ride my face, mami.”
I swallow, and a sense of insecurity pangs in my chest.
